[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman in Jinling (Complete) - 15

Chapter 58 Haining's Beginning

Haining felt he had grown up, maturing in every way. Even the soft hairs at the corners of his mouth seemed to have turned into a stiff mustache. He looked handsome and dashing in the mirror, his high-end clothing making him appear like a sophisticated and wealthy man.

"Your outfit is so mismatched, it's laughable," Chen Shanshan mocked him more than once.

Haining, however, didn't care. He no longer avoided the gazes of women on the street, and he could even quickly strike up a conversation with strange girls. Shi always looked at him strangely when he was with Chen Shanshan. Nevertheless, Shi continued to let him stay in the dormitory at the R mailbox.

Since October, the weather had been getting colder, and the women's body odor had become fainter. When Haining was alone, he often recalled the smell of Chen Shanshan's feet.

Today was the first time Shi had brought a strange woman. She was probably under forty, dressed in high-end women's clothing, a little plump, with well-maintained skin. Even with heavy makeup, the wrinkles of time could not be hidden. She looked like a wealthy lady from a luxurious villa.

Lindan didn't care about making money; she was just bored and looking for thrills while making some extra cash on the side. She wanted the SM club to be self-sustaining, which was why she occasionally brought back customers…

"Please, do as you please. He's inexperienced, and I'll reprimand him for any shortcomings," Lindan greeted the customer politely.

Although he had expected this day to come, Haining still felt a bit surprised. He knelt on the ground and began licking the woman's high heels.

"Slowly, lick them clean, that's right," Lindan said with satisfaction, symbolically striking Haining's buttocks with her whip. The fat woman's behavior surprised Haining; she grabbed his hair, lifted him up, and began slapping his face.

Haining had learned a lot from Shi, and he dared not resist, as that would incur even harsher punishment. Blood gushed from his nose, and Haining felt dizzy. Shi kicked his buttocks from behind, as if warning him not to resist. The woman's hands seemed tired, and she finally stopped.

Shi wiped the blood from Haining's face with a tissue, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Please get on the horse, he'll satisfy you," Shi said, pressing Haining's head down and patting his rump.

The plump woman was somewhat skeptical, unaware that Haining, under Shi's training, was now completely different. When she mounted him, his thin body moved remarkably steadily, even slowly.

"Ah~~, that's great!" the woman exclaimed excitedly. "Of course, I trained him myself; even if I were on top, he wouldn't be crushed," Shi said proudly.

Like a bear riding a monkey, Haining actually carried the woman around the house three times.

"That's impressive! Hey, you should try it too," the plump woman said enthusiastically.

Shi paused, realizing she had gone too far with her boasting; it was too late to take it back. She quickly assessed the situation. She weighed around 110 pounds, and while the fat woman was shorter, she definitely weighed more, probably around 240 pounds combined. Given Haining's current stamina, the chances of success were extremely slim.

Under constant urging, Shi had no choice but to agree.

The woman shifted forward, and Shi, close behind, straddled Haining's waist. Being a career woman, she was worried that if Haining collapsed, the resulting weight would injure his spine.

Miraculously, Haining arched his back, tightening his abdominal muscles, his body almost forming an arc to support the weight of the two women. But even so, he couldn't move an inch.

"I knew it! Why are you using such a skinny horse?" the woman said mockingly, feeling her lower body completely immobilized. Suddenly, she lifted her legs off the ground and placed them on Haining's shoulders.

His back ached terribly, and the two women showed no sign of letting him off the hook. Haining gritted his teeth and persevered, lifting his arms slightly. He finally managed to move forward, almost half-lying down.

“See? I told you so,” Shi said with a sigh of relief, jumping up immediately.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad,” the plump woman gave her a way out, standing up as well, her forty-year-old face flushed like a young girl’s.

Haining lay on the bed, his back still aching, while the plump woman sat on his chest.

He knew exactly what was going to happen next, and tried to take a deep breath, but the fat buttocks were too heavy, and he couldn’t breathe deeply. The woman sat down hard on his chest twice, immediately squeezing out the air he had just accumulated.

Before he could even inhale, the huge buttocks landed on his face, and the middle-aged woman suddenly lifted her buttocks. She impatiently took off her woolen long skirt, revealing white underwear with floral trim that was completely out of place for her age. The trim clung tightly to her loose, fat flesh, causing the fatty skin to roll down.

The woman was slightly sweaty, and Haining could smell the body odor mixed with perfume from her armpits.

Through the gap between the woman's raised thighs, Haining indeed saw Shi sitting on his stomach, though now she was using her knees to bear most of her weight, and Haining felt his abdomen was warm and comfortable.

The fat woman turned around to face Lindan, suspending her enormous buttocks above Haining's face, then pulled her panties down to her thighs. The pink vulva, nestled between the loose, pale flesh of her buttocks, was revealed before Haining's eyes. The front was covered in messy pubic hair, protruding forward like the ugly back of a rat. Hidden among the hair, the labia were turned forward, revealing a moist, pink inner layer. A small, round protrusion hung above the slit, emitting a stench like urine. An inch away from the slit, the anus contracted inward, the dark brown folds rising and falling rhythmically with her breathing.

Haining was seeing a woman's private parts for the first time, and in such a setting—too close, too strong a smell—it made him feel nauseous.

Before he could think, her bare buttocks landed on him, her anus pressing directly against his nose. The woman's weight was so great that his nose almost pierced her anus. Her vulva was pressed firmly against his lips, and when Haining slightly opened his mouth, his teeth touched her wet slit.

Everything went black; his eyeballs were painfully compressed, and he could barely breathe.

"What? Is he still a virgin?" The middle-aged woman, unbearably itchy from not being licked, asked, rubbing her face vigorously.

"Yes, but it feels different," Lindan said, annoyed that the woman had gone this far so quickly. Haining,

beginning to feel oxygen-deprived, began to writhe, the muscle spasms further arousing the fat woman.

"Hold him down! Don't let him move!" The increasingly violent struggles nearly caused the woman to slip off.

Shi reluctantly straddled the bed, riding on Haining's stomach; the boy's ribs were clearly visible, his chest heaving dramatically.

"Oh~~~, ah~~," the woman groaned uncontrollably, her buttocks slapping against Haining's flushed face, making a sound like wet clothes hitting a stone.

Shi clearly felt Haining's pain; the training had reached a point she couldn't control, turning into sexual torture. She sat limply on Haining's emaciated abdomen, hoping this training would end quickly.

"Ah~~, oh oh," ten minutes later, the middle-aged woman finally let out a satisfied sound.

Shi hadn't returned from seeing the guest off yet. Haining was still panting heavily, as if trying to reclaim the air he had just lost. He kept rinsing his mouth with water and wiping his nose with a towel, but the stench of the woman's genitals lingered.

He stared blankly at the stack of hundred-yuan bills on the bedside table, suddenly feeling a pang of bitterness and a sense of depravity.

Lindan didn't tell Haining that he had earned her 3,000 yuan in that hour and a half.

The meeting conveying the Three Represents was still ongoing. Police officers in neat uniforms sat in the meeting hall, but Liu Jianbo hadn't heard a word since the meeting began. His thoughts were more chaotic than the lingering cigarette smoke.

Captain Xing had entrusted him with investigating You Guocang's disappearance. A week had passed without any new clues. He glanced at his watch, calculating the meeting's end time.

"So, as an outstanding Party member, one should..." The meeting chair's voice echoed in the hall, but Liu Jianbo's thoughts drifted out the window.

You Guocang's family situation was delicate; his marriage was strained, and he often stayed out all night, his exact whereabouts unknown. Even his wife couldn't say for sure if he had other women.

"What, so many injuries?" Seeing the woman's wide-eyed surprise, Liu Jianbo felt there would be no more new clues in his house.

He might have a mistress, and the woman he climbed the mountain with was the most likely candidate. Bringing a woman up the mountain? Also, did he really need to carry that much cash—1.2 million yuan—for mountain climbing? He had injuries; was he abused by that woman? Why didn't he call the police? Who is that woman? His active thoughts seemed to hit a wall, unable to move forward.

"Okay, this meeting is over!" Liu Jianbo hurriedly joined everyone in applauding enthusiastically.

As soon as he arrived at the Criminal Investigation Brigade office, a familiar voice called out to him from behind, "Hey, Liu Jianbo, how have you been lately?"

"Ah, it's you," Liu Jianbo was somewhat pleased to see his former police academy classmate, Gao Peng, and his previously chaotic mood improved.

"Where has Gao been promoted to now?"

"Don't try to cover it up, I'm in the A District Riot Squad now. I just went to investigate a club with people from the Cultural Bureau yesterday."

"A club? What for?" Liu Jianbo was a little confused.

"You're in the Major Crimes Unit, don't you know? There are many privately organized clubs now, and prostitution is mixed in with them."

"They mainly contact each other online, which is much more covert than before," Gao Peng explained, seeing Liu Jianbo's puzzled look.

“But there are also some hobby clubs, like sports, chess, and…” Gao Peng rambled on, then suddenly leaned close to Liu Jianbo’s ear and said mysteriously, “And there are SM clubs too.”

“SM,”

“Yes, it’s sadomasochism, men hitting women, women hitting men. Because they don’t engage in direct sexual activity, the Cultural Bureau can’t really define it,” he suddenly lowered his voice, “Actually, it seems that some high-ranking figures also have this fetish.”

“Oh,” a light seemed to flash in Liu Jianbo’s mind, “You just said that women also hit men?”

“Yes,” Gao Peng grinned, revealing his yellowed, smoky teeth, “like whipping, stomping, and some things I can’t even bring myself to say.”

“Whipping? Will it leave marks?”

“Of course, the more these people are tortured, the more excited they become.”

“Is that so?” Liu Jianbo’s voice rose involuntarily. He picked up a photo of the victim’s body from his desk and handed it to Gao Peng.

Although it was a bit blurry, Gao Peng could still see the marks on the body in the photo.

“It’s definitely from whipping, and this… could it be from a high heel? What do you think?” Gao Peng frowned, touching his chin, which he hadn’t had time to shave.

The wall blocking his thoughts suddenly shaved down. Liu Jianbo stared out the window, the blurry shadow of the criminal seemingly flickering before his eyes.

What is enjoyment? What is luxury? What is wealth? What is life? The bustling city would unravel all of this. Chengdu at night was brightly lit, neon-lit skyscrapers divided by neat roads, and the speeding traffic moved like fireflies in the night, following its own tracks.

A taxi drove along the Xiyan Line, finally stopping slowly beside a building illuminated green by spotlights. The signboard shimmered, displaying the words “Biyuntian Foot Bath Center.”

Liu Jianbo paid the fare and turned to look at this place he had never been before. The spacious building had only two floors, with no glass on the exterior walls, but was decorated with large stone carvings. A pair of exquisitely carved stone lions at the entrance glared angrily at passersby, as if foreshadowing the message: "Distinguished guests, please enter; unauthorized personnel are not permitted."

The parking lot was underground, with its own entrance, specifically for "successful individuals" who wished to conceal their identities. The private rooms inside were completely enclosed and not interconnected—a thoughtful design by the foot massage parlor for those high-ranking officials and dignitaries who feared running into acquaintances.

Liu Jianbo slowly walked into the lobby, the bright lights causing him to squint.

The lobby was very grand; apart from the service counter and reception sofas, the rest of the space was filled with sculptures and bonsai, spotless, the marble floor reflecting the bright lights, almost dazzling.

A man and a woman talking at the service counter glanced at him, but seeing he wasn't a regular customer, they continued their conversation.

Liu Jianbo casually sat down on the imported sofa, lit a cigarette, and looked at the couple, waiting for a waiter to attend to him.

Gao Peng's suggestion was good; starting the investigation of SM clubs with such entertainment venues was perfect.

"Back-stepping is probably the origin of male-on-female abuse, I wonder if it's comfortable? I'll have to try it sometime," Gao Peng said with a woman's chuckle.

The man and woman before him were both young, especially the man, who looked like an underdeveloped high school student. His fair face held the eyes of a seasoned womanizer. He seemed wealthy, dressed in high-end casual clothes, and his humorous conversation drew bursts of laughter from the girls. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

"Ignorant and arrogant young man~~~", Liu Jianbo scoffed.

"Sir, would you like a foot bath?" A young woman in work clothes stood before Liu Jianbo.)

“Oh, I’m here for a back massage,” Liu Jianbo replied hastily, averting his gaze.

“Ah, I’m sorry, the back massage is a complimentary service; you still need to wash your feet first,” the woman said with a smile. “Is this your first time, sir?”

“Oh, ah,” Liu Jianbo stammered, feeling awkward and like a novice.

After washing his feet, the woman led Liu Jianbo, like two little mice finding their way in a maze, through rows of closed rooms until they reached an open one. After they went inside, the woman turned and closed the door.

“Please lie down, sir,” the woman said, pointing to the only massage bed in the room.

Liu Jianbo removed his towel and lay down on the bed. The headboard had a perfect spot to rest his face, and the warm, humid air conditioning made him feel drowsy.

“If it’s too heavy, just let me know, sir,” the woman said, pulling on the overhead bar and stepping one foot onto it.

Liu Jianbo felt the young lady's toes begin massaging his back and neck, very lightly and comfortably. Then, she used her entire foot to step down from the back of his neck, sending a tingling sensation throughout his body.

The young lady wasn't heavy, probably only around 90 pounds, and with the suspension bar above her, the weight on his back was just right.

"Sir, your muscles are so well-developed! You must work out often, right?" the young lady chatted casually, breaking the dull atmosphere.

“Oh yes, I love sports,” he said, knowing he couldn’t reveal his identity now.

“I feel safer standing on you. You don’t do this often, do you?”

“Hmm…” “No wonder, your muscles are so tense. You could easily get injured like that,”

the woman increased the pressure, her feet slapping against Liu Jianbo’s back with dull thuds.

“You’ve been doing this for a long time, haven’t you?” Liu Jianbo felt incredibly comfortable underneath her.

“About two years,”

“Won’t you hurt someone by stepping on them like that?” Liu Jianbo remembered a newspaper report about a woman injuring someone by stepping on them.

“Of course you have to be careful. I’ve met all sorts of people. At first, some cried out in pain, but I gradually learned to control myself.”

“You have to learn this too, right?”

“Of course. Stepping on them randomly can hurt a lot, and you might even break your bones,”

the atmosphere became lively. The woman was now fully standing on top of him, carefully stepping on Liu Jianbo’s waist and hips. His firm muscles shone like satin under her snow-white feet.

Liu Jianbo felt a tickle on his waist and began to shift uncomfortably. The young woman, holding onto the bar, tentatively jumped lightly on Liu Jianbo's back.

"How's it going?" Looking at the strong physique below, she became bolder.

"Comfortable," Liu Jianbo replied honestly; with her weight, even a little more vigor wouldn't bother him.

The young woman began to gently bounce on his back, the quiet room echoing with the sounds of her panting.

"Do many people like this?" Liu Jianbo asked with ulterior motives.

"Ah~~," the voice above replied breathlessly.

"So,~~~ has anyone asked you to step on me with shoes on?" Liu Jianbo began to get to the heart of the matter.

"What?" The young woman's voice was slightly surprised; she was clearly tired. She suddenly squatted down, her warm breath hitting the back of Liu Jianbo's head.

"Um~~, for example~~~ stepping on me with high heels," Liu Jianbo didn't know how to say it, his face flushing slightly.

The young woman stopped answering his question. She jumped off the bed, quickly put on her clothes, and then gave Liu Jianbo a strange look.

"I'm sorry, I never do this kind of service. If you want it, you can talk to Sister Lei, but her prices are very high," the woman said, looking at Liu Jianbo's worn-out suit on the stool with undisguised disdain.

Back at the counter, only the girl remained of the young couple who had been laughing and talking; the pretty boy was gone. Liu Jianbo walked slowly towards the door, feeling a sense of loss. Through the large floor-to-ceiling glass doors, he could see the woman from before talking to the girl at the counter, both of them occasionally turning to look at him from behind. "

Women's mouths are so annoying," Liu Jianbo cursed inwardly, pushing open the glass door.

"Sir, please wait a moment," the woman from before suddenly called after him.

She looked at him with a charming smile, "Sister Lei wants to talk to you."

Looking over her shoulder, Liu Jianbo saw the girl at the counter looking at him. She had an oval face, long hair tied back, and eyes that shone with an arrogant and unapproachable light.

Chapter 59 Mr. Chen's Secret

He was a mentally mature man, straddling the ages of 30 and 40. His inner world was rich and mysterious, yet he gave the impression of being mature, composed, calm, and wise, never losing his composure. He was very successful in his career, rising step by step from a technician to the general manager of this state-owned enterprise.

However, he had masochistic fantasies since childhood. His fantasy world was dark and claustrophobic. He had created a key for himself, the only one, allowing only himself to enter. Every year, on a certain day, when he could find peace, he would sneak into the depths of that world alone, filled with deep guilt and an overwhelming sense of anticipation. When he emerged, the sense of defeat after satisfaction gripped his mind and body.

He lived in self-torture, even self-harm!

Until two years ago, in reality, he began searching for his mistress—the one who had always existed in his fantasies, the one who dominated and enslaved him.

From then on, he began to open himself up, dispelling the gloom. Gradually, proactively, and with a sense of release. Regaining his confidence, he moved with ease, letting his emotions flow freely in his fantasy world where he and his mistress were one, sharing the sunshine.

Masochism is an unspeakable secret, a fatal pain. The pressure from the outside world is suffocating, but self-denial and isolation can be cruelly destructive.

The moment he entered and saw Zhang Lindan on the sofa—mature, proud, stern, and exuding nobility—he immediately felt that sense of subservience. Lindan seemed to be the mistress of his dreams. Instantly, he knelt on the floor like a dog, burying his face in her feet.

Looking at this man who knelt before her the moment he entered, Lindan felt like a dog was groveling before her. He was 47, not young for a slave, but he maintained a good physique; he said he went to the gym regularly. His 1.76-meter height, kneeling there, was very pleasing to Lindan. She grabbed his hair and scrutinized his features: he wasn't conventionally handsome, but rather cool and edgy, with sharp features that women found appealing, except for a bit of extra flesh under his chin. Lindan enjoyed tormenting tall, cool, sophisticated men with a certain social standing; she only felt a sense of accomplishment when such men submitted to her. She slapped him twice and then relaxed back on the sofa.

He was the CEO of a large state-owned enterprise with thousands of employees. There, he was supreme, and controlling anyone was effortless. But he also enjoyed being tormented. He knew he was a masochist at heart, having always wanted to be a servant to be abused at will by a noble mistress. He idolized his mother, Empress Wu Zetian, Empress Dowager Cixi, and all women of high status. The more successful he became, the more he longed for a mistress who could control his destiny. He was constantly searching, avoiding the women around him—it was a private matter, one he couldn't let others know. In that environment, he was God.

The internet provided him with convenient access, and after meeting four or five women, he still hadn't found the feeling of being a slave. With the first few, he'd find an excuse to "escape" as soon as they met; none of them were worthy of being his master. Some were frighteningly ugly, some were too low-class, some were too young, and some were clearly prostitutes. He wasn't interested in the playful, leather-clad queens in SM videos and online pictures; he wanted a queen with royal bearing and aristocratic manners, someone who could captivate a man's soul. Just when he was about to give up, he met Zhang Lindan. Her noble air and arrogant demeanor instantly resonated with him.

They met online. After two months of online "training," Lindan finally agreed to meet him. Ever since that day they met at a restaurant, he'd been restless, unable to eat or sleep, because he was so enamored with this mature and noble woman, even though he didn't know her real name, only that she was called Shi.

He began fantasizing about Queen Shi, believing she was the master he was truly looking for. He began pursuing her with great effort, spending an unknown amount of money. Four months later, he knelt at Lindan's feet without hesitation. When she grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and slapped him twice, he seemed moved to tears.

He knelt at her feet like a dog, kissing them incessantly, nudging the slipper off her upturned foot with his mouth, then gently licking it with his tongue. As he licked, he grew aroused, his saliva mingling with his heavy breathing, like a dog in heat. He passionately lifted her feet, gently sucking on each toe, like sucking on a woman's nipple, until she was unbearably itchy. When he had all her toes in his mouth, Lindan forcefully thrust her foot deep into his throat, until he gagged.

"Take off your clothes," Lindan commanded. He obediently stripped off all his clothes, not daring to leave them anywhere, throwing them on the floor. Looking at this somewhat well-behaved servant, she felt a little gratified. These days, there were plenty of men willing to be servants, but she was very selective about accepting another. Even someone with an accent couldn't be tolerated by her; they had to have a good figure to look good when tied up; they had to be handsome so she would feel the urge to abuse them; they had to be physically strong to withstand beatings and kicks; they had to be submissive so she would feel comfortable serving them; and they had to be mature—Haining was enough, abusing a young boy would make her feel guilty.

Another reason Lin Dan was interested in Chen Junqing was the hundreds of millions of yuan in state-owned assets he possessed. She was figuring out how to use him to "privatize state-owned assets," taking a portion of the money from the XX Group and turning it into her private property.

Seeing him standing there naked and at a loss, she said, "Come here!" Hearing her stern voice, he trembled, his legs went weak, and he was about to kneel again: "Stand there! Let me see you first!" He walked helplessly to her, standing there, his genitals facing her eyes. Lin Dan looked him up and down, like a slave owner rigorously selecting slaves in a slave market. Under her gaze, his penis uncontrollably became erect: "Turn around!" She completely ignored him, as if admiring a dog. He obediently turned around, letting her examine his slightly upturned buttocks and muscular physique. He was confident in his body.

Suddenly, he felt a soft hand caressing his buttocks, and he shuddered: it was her hand. He became excited, enjoying the hand grabbing and pinching his buttocks. He let it slide down his cleft and squeeze his testicles. He spread his legs slightly, responding to her every move. "Nice buttocks," "Thank you for the compliment, Master."

"Who's your master?" Lindan asked impatiently. "I haven't agreed to take you as my slave yet."

"I'm sorry," he said timidly.

When she noticed his erect penis, she pinched his testicles hard. He cried out and bent over in pain: "Stand up!" When he straightened up again, his penis was limp and drooping, pitifully covered with a small drop of clear lubricant. He knew this was the result he wanted. If the master didn't allow the servant to become aroused, how could the servant be excited at will? From the moment he entered this room, he was to be completely under her control, both physically and mentally. Lindan dipped

her hand in the drop of lubricant, and he immediately knelt down and licked it clean with his tongue. "Lie down there," she said, and

he lay down at her feet, becoming her footrest. He lay on the floor, holding one of her feet and licking it earnestly, letting her other foot play with his genitals. He would occasionally steal glances at his worshipped mistress, who was smoking and watching television, enjoying the service of his tongue, teasing his genitals intermittently. He wished time could stand still at this moment. His mouth was also her ashtray; when she flicked the ash, he would open it wide and then swallow it exaggeratedly, with relish and a slurping sound. When Lindan gently teased his nipples with her toes, he involuntarily groaned, and his penis became erect again. Noticing his erection, Lindan immediately and mercilessly stomped on it, trampling and ravaging it as she did so. He curled up in pain.

"Lie flat!" Under Lindan's stern command, he reluctantly lay down, his penis drooping limply. He knew his mistress didn't allow him to "go into heat" yet. She put on her high-heeled slippers and gently trampled on his penis, testicles, and nipples, occasionally putting the heels in his mouth for him to lick. At this moment, he had lost all normal thinking, his mind filled with only one thought: "I am a dog, a dog at the feet of my noble mistress. Play with me, torture me, as long as it pleases you."

"Get up, crawl around the room." He immediately got up from his mistress's feet and crawled around the room, swaying his buttocks as he crawled. "Is this my dog?" Lindan asked coldly. "Yes, yes, I am your dog, your most loyal dog," he answered hastily, barking exaggeratedly as if his master would abandon him if he answered too slowly.

He crawled to his master's side: "You can play with me as you please. Everything about me is yours. You can play with me when you're happy, or when you're not. As long as I'm by your side, serving you forever, always lying at your feet, I'll be content, very content." "You slut!" "Yes, yes, in front of my master, I will always be a lowly slave, a lowly slave who wants to please you." He knelt there, shaking his buttocks incessantly, muttering devoutly. Yes, in front of his admired and worshipped mistress, he willingly gave up all his personality and self-respect. He preferred that: upon entering this door, he was a dog, a lowly dog following his mistress; upon leaving this door, he was a dignified boss.

"I can do whatever I want with you?"

"Yes, whatever you want with you. It's my honor if you, my master, are willing to play

with me." "Turn around!" He turned around. "Stick your ass up!" He immediately stuck his ass up high, facing his mistress. The mistress put on her high-heeled slippers and gently kicked his groin, which was hanging between his legs, with the tips and heels of her shoes. That was a man's most vulnerable spot. He knew his mistress wouldn't cripple him, so he was both afraid and excited. "Spread your asshole open so I can see." He spread his buttocks apart with his hands, fully exposing his anus to his mistress. I ran my shoe over it with the tips and heels of my shoes and asked, "Has anyone touched this place?" "No! Never! It's reserved for you, my master." His answer revealed a hint of fear.

"Slap! Slap!" Lindan slapped his buttocks hard twice. "Thank you, my master." "Such a hard ass?" The mistress rubbed her red hands and picked up a whip. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault for hurting your hand." "

Crack! Crack!" Lindan's whip mercilessly lashed his buttocks. "Ah...ah...this servant deserves to die, master,this servant deserves to die!" he cried out in pain, but a wave of pleasure washed over him. He deeply understood what it meant to "pain—and yet be happy." "The tension of business, the social obligations of various interpersonal relationships, and the various economic disputes had already exhausted his mind. This beating was like a way to soothe his nerves and improve his blood circulation, using the pain of the flesh to ease the pain in his mind. In fact, for him, fitness was also a kind of self-torture, only he used the pain of the muscles to cover up the pain in his mind.

After the beating, Lindan examined his whip-bruised buttocks and found that his anus was twitching slightly. She put on a disposable medical glove and tried to insert it, but found it was very tight and difficult to enter. So she put some oil on the glove and inserted her middle finger into his anus. "Oh God..." he screamed, a wave of pain and numbness quickly overwhelmed him, making him feel extremely ashamed and painful! He knew this day would come sooner or later. As early as 15 years ago, he knew about SM games and had read a lot of articles and pictures online, and watched a lot of SM videos. He knew that to be a slave, one not only needed to have a good..." His tongue, too, had to possess the endurance to withstand all humiliation and pain. His entire body—penis, testicles, nipples, anus—was his master's plaything, to be abused at will. But when this moment truly arrived, when something invaded the orifice that had only ever been an opening since birth, he still felt immense humiliation.

Lindan noticed that the man kneeling before her was trembling all over, his anus, penetrated by her fingers, contracting and pulsating incessantly. The soft, warm anal flesh writhed tightly around her fingers. She immediately felt a liking for this unexplored place, her whole being filled with the pleasure of possession. Hearing his helpless groans further fueled her sadistic desires. She explored along the walls of his rectum with her fingers. As her fingers continued to rotate and penetrate deeper, he slowly began to feel a sense of surrender—humiliating, yet also honored, stimulating, and excited. He was unconditionally offering everything to his respected mistress; it was truly blissful.

She slowly withdrew her finger, noticing some brownish residue from his anus. "So dirty, lick it!" He sucked on her extended middle finger and carefully cleaned it. "How can we play when it's so dirty? I'm going to give you an enema; it'll be more fun when it's clean." He was a little scared. Many articles described enemas extensively, as if it were an extremely humiliating game in SM. He didn't know if he could endure it. "Master..." "What?" Hearing his master Lindan's stern tone, he suddenly realized he had no choice and couldn't make any demands. "I'm just a dog, a dog for my master to play with," he silently reminded himself. "Go ahead and do it," his reply trembled with a sob.

"Kneel in the toilet!" He obediently crawled in, sticking his buttocks up high, waiting for the moment to arrive. When Lindan held the enema tube and sprayed a stream of warm water into his rectum, he actually felt "great"—enemas weren't so scary after all. He even instantly liked the feeling of the warm water "kissing" the rectal wall. Oh… he breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his head against the ground, raised his buttocks high, and opened his vagina as wide as possible. "Come on, come on, clean my intestines properly, expel all that filth, so that Master can play with his clean slave!" he silently chanted in his heart.

"Speak if you can't hold it in, don't spray it out!" "Yes, Master!" She pinched his two testicles and said, "If it sprays out, I'll cut off your two dog testicles and make you a eunuch!" "I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare! This slave wouldn't dare." "She was only giving the slave an enema for the next step of anal torture, so she used only warm water, without adding any irritating solvents. Warm water entering the rectum is very comfortable, just like the new colonic hydrotherapy available outside. The only difference is that if you give too much, you'll feel the urge to defecate. As long as you don't control his excretions, it won't cause him any pain.

She suddenly sensed that the 'dog' was enjoying it, and she couldn't allow herself to 'serve' him. A slave could never enjoy himself in front of her. After a while, she pulled out the enema, applied enough lubricant to his anus, and started playing with his back hole. Now she wasn't just using one finger; often she would insert her index and middle fingers simultaneously, sometimes even her thumb. One hand was inside, while the other mercilessly squeezed his stomach…," he cried out, each scream more piercing than the last. The frequent manipulation of his newly opened anus was truly cruel, but she didn't care about the slave's feelings. What she wanted was to hear his heartfelt, unbearable, pitiful, and helpless cries.

To prevent the water injected into his rectum from gushing out, he desperately contracted his anus, clamping her fingers tightly between his muscles. She realized that his rectum was already stretched taut by the water, with only his anus tightly gripping her fingers. The water had created a space inside, like a vast, empty hall, where she could no longer touch the intestinal wall when she moved her fingers; her hands were surrounded by water. He continued to inject, injecting and injecting, until nearly 3000cc of warm water was injected. When she inserted two fingers, she could feel the water gushing out from between them. He desperately contracted his anus, gripping her hands, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

"I can't take it anymore! Please! Master, please... have mercy... spare this servant!" By this time, he had long forgotten the pleasure he had just felt; the bloating in his stomach and the stretching in his anus were causing him unbearable pain. Hearing his tearful pleas and helpless sobs, she knew his endurance had reached its limit. "Count, I'll give you ten more." "One, two..." He desperately tried to hold it in, counting in a tearful voice. His mistress slowly squeezed the ball, and he suddenly felt like he was dying. Finally, he counted to ten. "Alright, go!" Granted his pardon, he rushed to the toilet. She loathed everything dirty, turned around and closed the toilet door, hearing his frenzied ejaculation inside, a sound indescribable. As the filth gushed out, he shed tears of humiliation and excitement at the same time. So good! As his body was emptied, he felt his spirit was also emptied by his mistress, a feeling he had longed for.

Emptying everything and washing himself clean, he crawled to Lindan's feet. "All clean?" "Yes." "Turn around, let me see." He turned around and presented his buttocks to his mistress. The mistress poked around inside with her hand. "Hmm, it's clean inside, but there's still so much messy hair on the outside. I need to clean it up." He shuddered, knowing he had no choice. The mistress wasn't discussing it with him; she was talking to herself. "Come here! Lie down on it." Lindan lifted the mattress, revealing the mesh iron bed frame. He obediently lay back on it. She first tied his hands to the bed in a V-shape, then secured a rope above his knees. Next, she found a point on the iron frame diagonally above his head and forcefully pulled his legs up. "Ah..." When both legs were spread and secured, he was now in a folded position, his buttocks raised high, his perineum facing upwards, his anus wide open, and his testicles and penis fully exposed. She then threaded a rope through the fold between his legs and lower abdomen, securing it firmly to the bed frame. Now, he couldn't move anywhere except his calves.

Lindan stroked his genitals, praising, "So beautiful! Exposing all these things that never see the light of day, how exciting!" "Ugh..." These parts had never been exposed like this before, not even his wife had ever seen them. He closed his eyes in unbearable shame. "What's this hole for?" she asked, pointing to his anus. "It's for the master to play with." "And this big lump?" she asked, pinching his testicles. "Also for the master to play with. All the things on this servant's body are for the master's amusement." "What a eloquent servant!" "Thank you for the compliment, master." These were truly his heartfelt words, his childhood wish. He had long hoped for a woman he admired to humiliate him. His mistress applied some lubricant to his genitals, picked up a pair of tweezers, and began to clean the hair around his anus. To hear his screams, his mistress would slowly pluck the hair. "It hurts... master... it hurts..." He was now powerless to resist or struggle, only occasionally contracting his perineum and tightening the muscles around his anus to alleviate the pain. Although it was the coldest time of winter, her apartment was warm, and the contortions in his body were causing him great discomfort. Combined with the pain and screams, he was already drenched in sweat. After a while, his mistress grew impatient, picked up a razor, and shaved the area around his anus clean.

"Hmm, now it's really clean, like a virgin," Lindan exclaimed, touching him with her hand. She took two candles and lit them simultaneously. Watching the flickering flames, he was both shocked and frightened, yet also felt a strange sense of anticipation. "Ah..." As the wax poured over him, he screamed in pain. His mistress dripped it mercilessly, her excitement rising with his cries. This was the most stimulating moment for her; watching the man she had violated tremble and scream under her hands was her greatest pleasure.

She dripped the wax wherever it was most tender, first sealing his anus, then his inner thighs, then his testicles, then his penis, constantly sweeping the flames across his body as she dripped, burning the remaining pubic hair with a hissing sound. By this time, his voice was hoarse, and his penis had shrunk considerably, but she still relentlessly peeled back his foreskin and dripped wax onto his glans. "Oh God... Master... have mercy... this servant will obey... this servant won't dare again..." He knew he had done nothing wrong, but the relentless torture left him speechless, unable to beg for mercy. She felt immense satisfaction. "So good!" she thought, watching his genitals completely covered in wax. She blew out the candle, touched her work, and slowly admired it. Then she removed the wax from his anus and glans, lit the candle again, and dripped wax onto these two recently ravaged areas. "Mmm... ooh..." He no longer had the strength to cry out; his face was streaked with what seemed like sweat or tears. Those two areas were a man's most vulnerable parts; the pain and humiliation were indescribable.

Lindan picked up a whip and lashed all the wax-covered areas. She struck the testicles and penis lightly, just enough to remove the wax, but she struck the anus harder, seeing the wax scatter—very stimulating. After removing all the wax, the owner looked at his red genitals, took an ice cube from the refrigerator, and rubbed it on the red areas. The contrast between the heat and the cold caused him to shudder. When the owner inserted the remaining ice cube into his anus, he straightened his legs, convulsed, and cried out. After playing for a while, the owner felt tired, leaned against the headboard, and smoked, playing with his buttocks and genitals with her feet. She dripped some oil onto his anus and used her big toe and little toe to alternately probe it, feeling his warm rectum enveloped by her toes.

After finishing her cigarette, Lindan took a string of beads and ruthlessly inserted them into his anus. He cried out with each bead inserted, and before he could even catch his breath after they were all in, she yanked them out again, then inserted them once more. He no longer knew whether it was pleasure or pain; he only felt his rectum and anus were about to burst. Before coming here, that place was still a virgin, a place no one had ever touched. Suffering such intense abuse, he suddenly felt his mind go blank. Apart from the physical pain, he had no other thoughts. Time and space seemed to freeze in that moment, and in that moment, he knew what 'out-of-body experience' meant.

After playing a few times, she noticed blood on the beads and the string. The blood, mixed with lubricant and the filth that hadn't been properly cleaned from his body, gave it a strange brownish-red color. "Was I too rough with him the first time I deflowered him?" she thought with some remorse, stopping the abuse and untying the string. "Clean the room!" He trembled, his hands bound and numb. "Yes, thank you, Master!" Watching him crawl there wiping and sweeping, I asked, "Does it hurt?" "It's okay, I can bear it." "Are you scared?" "No! Not scared!" Actually, his anus was really hurting at that moment, but he also felt inexplicably excited. After cleaning, he knelt there. "Master, is this alright?" "Hmm, lie there and masturbate for me!" "Yes." He lay at the mistress's feet, grasped his penis, closed his eyes, recalled everything that had just happened, and soon ejaculated. After he finished, the mistress used her foot to dab some semen on his body and smeared it into his mouth. He ate it reluctantly, muttering under his breath, "This servant wants to eat what's on my master's body. Everything inside my master's body is clean, while everything inside my body is dirty." "What are you muttering about! I won't give you anything to eat today! We'll see how you behave later!" "Master, please, if you like this servant, please let me lick you. I'll lick anywhere. My tongue will try its best to please you. Please give me holy water and gold, okay? I'm your toilet and toilet paper. Please, master, grant this servant this small request, okay?" He knelt at his mistress's feet, kowtowing repeatedly.

"That's enough for today. I'm tired!" He helplessly raised his head, looking at his mistress with sorrowful eyes. "Sigh! I don't want to go, I really don't want to go, master, I don't want to leave you!" He buried his head in his mistress's lap, and Lindan ran her hand through his hair, gently stroking it. At that moment, he felt a dizzying happiness. "Alright, let's keep in touch sometime." He kowtowed three more times to his master, then crawled over to put on his clothes. After dressing, he kowtowed again before reluctantly leaving.

Lust is very real; it's so simple, so primal: merely a series of unsightly actions that can't be disguised or changed much, but because of this, you can completely believe in its authenticity. Emotion, on the other hand, is very illusory; too often, it can be disguised as something completely different from its true nature. Emotions are usually easily made to appear beautiful and romantic, even though sometimes this disguise is only subconscious.

It's difficult to simply determine the nature of emotions; their changes are too rapid, and their origins too complex. Therefore, the saying "When truth is taken for falsehood, falsehood becomes truth; when falsehood is taken for truth, truth becomes falsehood" remains a cautionary tale about emotions.

Lust has a material attribute, while emotions have a purely spiritual attribute.

Chapter 60: Married Life.

Luo Yuanchun and Xie Yuxuan spent their honeymoon in Europe. They traveled to Italy and France for over two weeks, visiting Rome, Florence, and Venice in Italy, and Marseille and Paris in France. Luo Yuanchun, who was financially well-off, was never stingy, and she was especially generous with her honeymoon. They stayed in four-star hotels or higher throughout the trip, and almost every night they ate candlelight dinners at famous local restaurants. In Italy, they even hired a local expatriate who spoke Mandarin to act as their guide and translator. Of course, Yuxuan's English was also quite good, making their European trip much easier.

A few weeks after returning, they took Lu Kai on a two-week trip to Australia. They obtained business visas, so it wasn't too difficult. It was Lu Kai's first time abroad, but he went as a servant to his mistresses. Throughout the trip, he was their close attendant, responsible for their food, clothing, and lodging. Of course, most of the time, he was also Luo Yuanchun's secret toilet slave, serving her in the toilets of several hotel rooms in Australia.

This trip abroad broadened Lu Kai's horizons. He finally saw what foreign countries were like and had the opportunity to practice his broken English. In Australia, his master even took him to a local adult sex shop, where he selected more than ten SM toys that couldn't be bought in China, such as collars, hoods, chains, foot warmers, whips, and chew toys—all of very high quality. He was extremely grateful to his master for taking him abroad.

Since being castrated by Luo Yuanchun, Lu Kai underwent a significant psychological change. His mood became much calmer, and he once again experienced the feeling of a long-unmarried, older man suddenly getting married. His love for Luo Yuanchun deepened, his emotional and psychological dependence on her intensified, and he became more docile, submissive, and servile. Naturally, his service to her became even more devoted and impeccable. As a man without male reproductive ability, he had lost all desire and ambition, focusing all his attention on Luo Yuanchun. He devoted himself to serving the remarried Luo Yuanchun and her husband, catering to this wealthy and domineering woman 17 years his senior, ensuring her happiness and comfort—this had become his life's purpose and sole expectation.

He felt that there was a kind of love in the world that was irrational. Sometimes, he felt he was making the greatest sacrifice for that equally great love in the world.

After returning to China, life in Villa No. XX quickly returned to normal.

After marriage, Luo Yuanchun's promiscuous lifestyle remained unchanged; she simply had a loving, considerate, and submissive husband with a slightly masochistic tendency. Xie Yuxuan was indeed open-minded; he desired to serve, please, satisfy, and submit to his wife. Of course, as a man, he also had his pride to consider, and Yuanchun was very careful to give Yuxuan more face and emotional care. After all, he was now her husband. Now, she often took her husband to social occasions, which made some social events much more convenient. The two were a perfect match, a loving couple.

Yu Xuan had accepted Lu Kai as a member of their family, a servant and sex slave to his wife and him around the clock. He had let go of his inhibitions and began to use Lu Kai boldly, occasionally using Lu Kai's mouth and anus to release his sexual desires, especially when Yuan Chun went out to meet her lovers.

In fact, in the first few months after the marriage, Luo Yuan Chun rarely went out to meet other men unless absolutely necessary. After all, she had a new family and a husband. Although she didn't like playing the role of a wife in the traditional sense, she still had to consider Xie Yu Xuan's feelings. Although the prenuptial agreement had stipulated that Yu Xuan could not interfere with her sex life, she knew that she had to gradually let Yu Xuan adapt to her promiscuous lifestyle. Fortunately,

there were two young and strong men living with her in the new family, and both of them could be at her beck and call.

For the next few months, Yuan Chun's sex life didn't change much. Every night, the two men were still with her simultaneously: one on the bed making love to her, and the other kneeling outside the bed serving her and her husband's frenzied intercourse. If Yu Xuan ejaculated too early or too quickly, she would have Lu Kai continue penetrating her after he ejaculated until she reached orgasm.

Yu Xuan often heard Yuan Chun say after ejaculating, "I'm not enough, darling, I want more... I like it stronger..." He knew what his wife meant, but it made him feel inferior, especially with Lu Kai around.

Of course, the slave Lu Kai was inferior to her husband. After all, a husband is a husband, and a slave is a slave. Every night, Yuan Chun would first have Yu Xuan perform oral sex on her, then she would kneel on the bed and perform oral sex on her husband, while Lu Kai would always lie behind her buttocks or crawl under her thighs to continue performing oral sex on her. Then, Yu Xuan would insert his penis into her vagina from behind. Yuan Chun always wanted to simultaneously enjoy her husband's penis penetrating her vagina and her slave's tongue licking her anus and clitoris.

Lu Kai's most common way of serving the couple during intercourse was for him to lie on the bed, with Yuan Chun placing a high pillow behind her back and sitting on Lu Kai's chest (face to face) or directly straddling his face, leaning against the pillow. Yu Xuan and Yuan Chun would then have intercourse face-to-face, with Lu Kai's face positioned directly beneath the crotches of the master and mistress, essentially being straddled. Yuan Chun would order Lu Kai to continuously lick and suck the genitals of the master and mistress during their intercourse. Furthermore, as the master and mistress moved, the slave's face would be constantly squeezed and straddled by the master's genitals and buttocks until the master reached orgasm. The master and mistress would then not get up, but would order Lu Kai to lick their genitals clean and occasionally collect their semen. The mistress could also allow the master to ejaculate inside the slave's mouth during orgasm, and order Lu Kai to swallow it. In reality, Yuan Chun and her husband frequently had intercourse with Lu Kai on his face in this manner.

Another method made it easier for Lu Kai to serve his masters. During intercourse, he would simply lie prone or on his side between the masters' legs, licking their genitals and the woman's anus in sync with their movements. After intercourse, he would lick away their saliva, clean their genitals, and collect their bodily fluids. In this method, the woman was usually on top.

Another method involved the couple adopting an animalistic position, with the woman lying face down on the bed, her buttocks raised. Lu Kai could easily burrow his head between her legs, making it easier for him to serve them with his tongue during intercourse. Sometimes, the master, Yu Xuan, would sit in a chair, while the mistress, Yuan Chun, would ride on his back. Lu Kai's head would be between Yu Xuan's legs as they kissed. The master would then order Lu Kai to perform oral sex on Yu Xuan and drink his urine. During the kiss, Yuan Chun would enjoy the pleasure of riding him as the slave performed oral sex on her.

Life after marriage was indeed different from before. Although she's been very busy lately, Yuan Chun tries to go home early in the evenings. She's noticed her libido is particularly high, perhaps due to her age. She wants sex almost every night, even during her menstrual period, and it seems her libido is even stronger then. Now, she experiences at least two orgasms almost every night. Her sex life has never felt so fulfilling and complete. She also seems to have found emotional support, making her life much more fulfilling than before, at least psychologically. After each second orgasm, she feels tired. At this time, she relaxes completely, lying on her side on the bed, while Yu Xuan caresses her body, and Lu Kai licks her genitals, including her vulva, anus, and perineum.

She's even a little worried that she might be overdoing it. Her friend Xiao Man tells her not to worry because a woman's sexual ability is almost limitless. She doesn't have a penis and doesn't need to exert herself like a man to generate and maintain an erection. In particular, women don't have a physiological "refractory period" or post-coital flaccidity. Therefore, she can objectively engage in high-frequency intercourse at any time. Similarly, the intensity of a woman's sexual activity is limited only by her physical strength, unlike a man who worries about penile flaccidity. Women have more and wider erogenous zones on their bodies than men, allowing them to objectively vary the specific methods of sexual activity more frequently. Furthermore, women can achieve an unlimited number of orgasms, a feat unmatched by men.

It seems that Confucianism and Taoism recognized this early on. However, to maintain the male-centric society of their time, they were both deeply fearful of this. Confucianism advocated the strict suppression of female sexuality through the concept of "a woman's virtue lies in her abstinence," while Taoism advocated using men's "preservation of essence" to counteract women's unlimited sexual potential. These two sexual cultural traditions have been deeply ingrained in the minds of Chinese women, severely distorting and alienating their sexuality, causing them to constantly experience double sexual repression in their personal lives. Many women, before engaging in sexual activity, often unconsciously believe that sex is a male prerogative and that women should not actively seek it. Even after overcoming this psychological barrier through a relatively fulfilling sex life, women often fail to learn how to fully enjoy their boundless sexual potential. Fortunately, Luo Yuanchun had already seen through this and completely shattered this negative psychological barrier.

That night, Yuxuan had been thrusting inside his wife for over half an hour. His penis was being sucked by Yuanchun's vaginal contractions during her orgasm. With Yuanchun's cooperation, his penis was tightly gripped and surrounded by the muscles of her vagina. He suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his glans and couldn't help but ejaculate hot, thick semen. Yuanchun's uterus, stimulated by the semen, also reached another orgasm. The two pressed their lips together, sharing a passionate kiss, enjoying the afterglow of their intercourse.

Sweating profusely and thirsty, Yuanchun ordered a servant to bring her a cold drink, but Lu Kai brought her a glass of warm water instead. She started cursing, "You bastard, I told you to bring me a cold drink, are you deaf? Are you asking for a beating?!"

"Master, drinking cold drinks at this time is bad for your health."

"You bastard, who said that?"

"Nu'er read in a science magazine that during intercourse, blood circulation throughout the body accelerates, resulting in increased blood pressure, a faster heartbeat, increased gastrointestinal motility, flushed skin, and open sweat glands and pores, leading to excessive sweating. Therefore, after intercourse, one may feel hot and thirsty. Rushing to drink cold drinks or taking a cold shower to remove sweat is detrimental to health. The science magazine report states that during sexual activity, the blood vessels in the gastrointestinal tract are dilated. Before the gastrointestinal mucosa returns to normal, consuming cold drinks can cause the gastrointestinal mucosa to be suddenly exposed to cold, which can cause certain damage." Damage, even causing gastrointestinal discomfort or cramps. Similarly, during intercourse, the blood vessels in the skin all over the body are congested and dilated, and the sweat glands and pores are open for sweating. If exposed to a cold breeze or taken a cold shower at this time, the blood vessels in the skin will suddenly constrict, causing a large amount of blood to flow back to the heart, increasing the burden on the heart; at the same time, it will also cause the sweat gland pores to suddenly close, causing sweat to accumulate in the sweat glands, which is detrimental to health. If you feel thirsty, you should drink a small amount of warm water first. About an hour after intercourse, after the blood circulation of the body's various systems and organs has returned to normal, it is advisable to drink cold drinks or take a cold shower. "

This stinking servant, he's quite thoughtful," Yuan Chun no longer insisted.

"Lu Kai, come here, I need to pee," Yu Xuan said lazily. He didn't like his wife praising Lu Kai...

Lu Kai obediently knelt at Yu Xuan's feet and took his penis into his mouth.

Lu Kai never thought that he would fall to this state. He not only performed oral sex on his mistress, Yuan Chun, but also on her husband. He became not only Yuan Chun's toilet but also her husband's toilet, and now he was forced to drink Yu Xuan's urine almost every week. For the sake of his mistress, Luo Yuan Chun, he had to endure Yu Xuan's humiliation. Although Lu Kai could sometimes use his penis to satisfy his mistress, his main task was to serve his mistress and her husband with his mouth, ensuring not only the couple's sexual pleasure but also their comfort and convenience in the details of their lives.

During intercourse, his tongue would frantically lick Yuan Chun's anus to increase her pleasure. Sometimes, during intense intercourse with her husband, Yuan Chun would order her servant to lick Yu Xuan's anus, which was the most humiliating moment for Kai, but he would do it for the goddess he worshipped.

Each intercourse lasted for more than an hour. Yuan Chun was the center of the intercourse, and everything revolved around her wishes. In the first few months, Yuan Chun even considered Yu Xuan's orgasm and tried her best to satisfy him. Gradually, she became a true queen. Once she was satisfied, the intercourse was over. Even if Yu Xuan hadn't ejaculated, he had to hold it in and wait until the next night when his mistress wanted to have sex. Sometimes, she would have servants take care of her husband… As for Lu Kai's orgasm, that was even less of a concern.

In the first month after the marriage, Yuan Chun focused on training Lu Kai to adapt to the new lifestyle as quickly as possible. She tried every means to humiliate Lu Kai with Yu Xuan, not only making Yu Xuan urinate in Lu Kai's mouth but also making Yu Xuan whip Lu Kai, who did so without hesitation. Lu Kai was in excruciating pain. This continued until Lu Kai completely submitted to his master. Only then did she begin to spend some time psychologically training her husband, Yu Xuan, sometimes humiliating him in front of the servants as well. Gradually, both men were trained by Yuan Chun to be completely obedient, and the variety of sexual activities among the three began to increase. Yuan Chun was always coming up with new ways to torment and humiliate the two men beside her.

But Luo Yuanchun wouldn't be satisfied with just these two men. Her attitude towards men was: "Beyond the mountains and towers, where is the best man?" He wasn't by her side, not in front of her; he was always in the unknown distance. He was the next one, and the next man would be the best. This was her logic, a logic that existed in the hearts of many women but never dared to be revealed. Like a madwoman, no one knew what she wanted, not even herself, yet she kept searching until the day her youth faded.

With two strong and young men by her side, Yuanchun somewhat neglected her other lovers. Jiao Dawei could only sleep with Yuanchun once every two or three months, and Director Li also only had the chance to sleep with her every few months. Bank Manager Jian was even further behind, having not been able to meet Yuanchun for six or seven weeks. As for that Secretary-General XX from the province, Yuanchun hadn't paid him any attention since her marriage. In

the three months since her marriage, Yuanchun had only met with the American Mike twice. And then there was that American General Manager He, with whom Yuanchun had spent one night. She hadn't visited her sister's house for several months, only keeping in touch with Yingchun by phone. Yan Chuan, her sister's lover, naturally longed for Yuan Chun's visit every day, but Yuan Chun had long forgotten about him. Duan Danqing, on the other hand, often had opportunities to serve her in the office. She hadn't relaxed her training of Danqing, and now she was increasingly satisfied with the somewhat neurotic painter's service.

Although Xie Yuxuan always had to obey Yuan Chun, he was now her husband, and sometimes dared to argue with her. If Yuan Chun was truly angry, she would slap Yuxuan without hesitation, and sometimes even whip him. But Yuan Chun tried her best not to do this in front of Lu Kai. She would always send Lu Kai away, either to go out and buy something, or simply to stand outside the door, and then she would enforce the rules. She couldn't and didn't want to disrupt the family rules. After all, a husband is a husband, and a servant is a servant.

Yuan Chun didn't whip Lu Kai often now, and never let Yuxuan do it for her. But she still maintained strict control over Lu Kai. She often used Lu Kai, this living toilet, in front of her husband.

It was a Sunday morning in April 2002.

Outside, the spring sunshine was bright, and birds sang sweetly.

When Yuan Chun woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

The thick curtains made the bedroom almost completely dark,

so Yuan Chun didn't know the time. In her drowsy state, she felt a sticky sensation below her body, a swelling in her vagina, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. She reached down and touched Mike's young, hairy body. She quickly realized what was happening. She glanced at the night clock on the bedside table and saw it was 10:15 AM.

After lying there for a while, she pressed the doorbell. Lu Kai from the basement rushed up as fast as he could and knelt beside her bed.

Naked, she lifted the sheet, revealing her shapely, voluptuous body. She pointed to her lower body, and Lu Kai immediately understood, burying his head deep into her thighs. Lu Kai was wearing blue athletic shorts and kneeling before her bed. She spread her legs, allowing Lu Kai's head to rest against her vulva. She watched him lick her sticky vulva.

She liked to sleep naked. It was said that sleeping naked was good for women's health.

She had heard Xiaoman say that sleeping naked could relieve pain. When sleeping naked, the body has a lot of freedom, muscles can effectively relax, and it can effectively relieve illnesses and pains caused by daytime tension. People with shoulder, neck, back pain, or menstrual cramps should sleep naked. Secondly, sleeping naked can beautify the skin. Without the barrier of clothing, exposed skin can absorb more nutrients, promote metabolism, enhance the secretion of sebaceous and sweat glands, which is beneficial for sebum excretion and regeneration, giving the skin a translucent feeling. Thirdly, sleeping naked protects the private parts. The female vulva is often moist, and if there is sufficient ventilation, the possibility of gynecological diseases can be reduced. Men can also create a cool environment by sleeping naked, avoiding poor sperm motility due to overheating. Fourthly, sleeping naked brings peace. Without the restraint of clothing, the body naturally relaxes, blood circulation is smooth, which can improve the condition of cold hands and feet in some people and help to enter a deep sleep.

Of course, she knew that the sheets and blankets needed to be changed frequently when sleeping naked. Never treat your blankets and sheets like unwashed pajamas. And don't get chilled while sleeping naked. A person's resistance decreases when they get chilled, making them more susceptible to colds.

"Open the curtains," she commanded after about 20 minutes. Lu Kai immediately complied, and with a "whoosh," sunlight flooded the room.

She slowly opened her beautiful, sleepy eyes, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight.

"You're awake, darling," Mike, sleeping beside her, turned over, his eyes still sleepy. "Can I sleep a little longer?" Mike said in broken Chinese, his eyes still closed.

"Okay, you can sleep a little longer," she said

. She felt the mess on the bed. She examined herself; the sheets were stained with patches of her own fluids mixed with Mike's semen—the fruit of their lovemaking the previous night. Perhaps Lu Kai hadn't cleaned them properly last night, or perhaps more fluids had flowed from her body after he left. Yu Xuan had been away for the past few days. Last night, she went dancing with Mike, and the two of them went wild all night. When they came back, they were both very drunk. She only remembered that Lu Kai drove them back. As soon as they entered the room, they got into bed and started having sex, and it was very wild. She felt like she had come several times. She felt very good and satisfied. She made Lu Kai kneel beside her and serve her the whole time. It wasn't the first time Kai had served her and Mike.

Maybe she hadn't slept enough last night, and with so much sex, she was exhausted. Even getting out of bed, her legs felt weak. But she also felt happy and relaxed!

"Cover me, I need to pee."

Lu Kai immediately complied. He pressed his lips tightly against Luo Yuanchun's vaginal opening, waiting...

"Splash... splash... splash..."

What a lot of urine!

After urinating in Lu Kai's mouth, Yuanchun stretched.

She felt happy about last night's wildness. Although she enjoyed having sex with her lover, she couldn't guarantee that she would have multiple orgasms every time! Sex is a complex thing, like "a stormy night with occasional showers"—sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, and sometimes even stormy!

Although it was her second marriage, Yuan Chun felt she no longer valued love as much as she had as a young girl. Now, she was free of love; though married, she lacked the "love" depicted in movies and novels. Now in her forties, she believed that love was essential, but shouldn't be taken too seriously. Love was like menstruation: the pre-menstrual cramps and restlessness, the bright red blood along the way, the weakness and exhaustion, followed by a lingering, recurring cycle until finally, it was completely over. Love, like the menstrual cycle, was a natural, irreversible law, usually beneficial to health, but hindering it caused illness. Therefore, she sometimes actively cooperated with the young men pursuing her, weaving a dazzling tapestry of "love," creating tears and vows, making time seem to turn back. But love, like sex, was indispensable to her. Just as people need air and water, she rolled over and embraced Mike's naked, strong body, exposing her bare buttocks to the servant.

"Lick," she uttered only one word, and immediately felt Lu Kai's urgent yet gentle tongue licking her anus.

Luo Yuanchun lay lazily on the large, snow-white bed, her mind drifting back to the current situation at the company. She had a multitude of worries, but what concerned her most right now was another plot of land in Jiangbei. She was calculating how to get the Land Bureau official to give in and sign the approval document.

Recently, approving land deals had become increasingly difficult, and making money wasn't as easy as it had been six years ago. She was likely to miss out on that plot in XX district; many people were vying for it, and she'd heard that Jiang Zemin's nephew was also competing for it.

Lately, she'd been feeling rather troubled. Her son's studies were a constant worry, her sister was facing her last chance for promotion, business was becoming increasingly difficult—more and more people were getting into the imported medical supplies business, Dawei wasn't enthusiastic about the company going public, and He Wenhai had actually hooked up with the person she hated most… She tried hard not to think about the unpleasant things.

Right, she remembered that associate professor named Zhou X. For the past two months, the part-time pharmaceutical expert the company had hired had been flirting with her. Zhou was an associate professor at Nanjing University of Medicine, in his thirties, handsome and dashing. Zhou X was very proactive with her, and she was considering when to "harvest" him. She wanted to choose a time when Yu Xuan wasn't around to sleep with Zhou. She hoped that Zhou X's manhood was as appealing as his looks.

But she decided not to think about it anymore. She felt Lu Kai's tongue working hard deep inside her anus; it was a very familiar and pleasurable feeling. Lu Kai was indeed getting better and better at licking her ass, and he could even make her anus feel so good. The thought of turning her former lover into such a subservient slut, who only knew how to kneel at her feet, lick her vulva and anus, drink her urine, and sometimes even eat her excrement, filled her with a warm, inexplicable sexual desire.

She closed her eyes, touching Mike's golden pubic hair, smelling his unique scent—a scent that Chinese men didn't have, very sexy. This foreigner was very skilled in lovemaking, always bringing her to extreme pleasure. She patiently waited for the white man to wake up, anticipating another round of intense lovemaking.

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