[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman in Jinling (Complete) - 23

Chapter 89 Lu Kai's Diary

October 7, 2003, the National Day holiday was finally coming to an end. My mistress and husband went to Japan for an 8-day vacation and would be back soon.

It was a weekend morning, and although I was already awake, I was still curled up and didn't want to get up. Sleeping on the sofa was quite comfortable. My mistress didn't allow me to sleep on the sofa, but she was on vacation abroad and wouldn't be back for another 8 days. Since my mistress wasn't there, I slept on the sofa in the living room. Sleeping in the living room had its advantages; it was free and I could watch TV.

Today, my mistress was coming back. I was overjoyed. I had missed her terribly in just eight days.

Some people say that sadomasochism is really perverted. Actually, that's not true at all. Psychology says that everyone has perverted tendencies, it's just a matter of severity. But according to various academic materials, both sadists and masochists experience great sexual pleasure. Human sexuality has developed to this point, which is quite a spectacle of humankind.

My mistress, Yuan Chun, is a mature woman who has also given birth. But her figure is at the most beautiful stage of a woman's life. Compared to teenage girls, mature women have fuller, more shapely figures, giving them a unique, sometimes indescribable, alluring mature sexiness. Mature women's breasts are generally fuller, though some may sag, lacking the firmness and elasticity of teenage breasts, and the feel isn't as pleasant. Their nipples and areolas are also often darker. A small or large belly is almost unavoidable for mature women, given their age and past childbirth. From a purely aesthetic perspective, mature women's hips may not appear standard; some may be too bulky and sagging. But my mistress doesn't have this problem; I particularly love her hips. In fact, the actual sensation from a mature woman's full, shapely hips far outweighs any aesthetic analysis.

Mature women generally have more experience and sensitivity in sex. When I make love with my mistress, I never worry about any problems arising from her lack of experience. She won't make me feel helpless due to her nervousness, nor will she leave me sweating and fruitless because she's unfamiliar with positions. She certainly won't make the process boring or uninteresting due to her inexperience. On the contrary, she'll use her experience to comfort me when I'm nervous, point out my incorrect positions, and even offer suggestions for better positions or methods to make the lovemaking process smoother.

However, a mature woman's rich experience and sensitivity in lovemaking can also have a downside for men. Extensive experience leads her to demand better techniques; otherwise, ordinary lovemaking might be too boring for her. Long-term experience also leads her to set higher expectations. If my "ability" isn't strong enough, it's difficult to fully satisfy her desires, which could lead to her disappointment. So, from this perspective, I'm under a lot of pressure. Haha.

When I make love with my master, I experience a fulfilling and warm feeling, a full satisfaction of my physical desires, and a great deal of stimulation. Every time she straddled me and we made love, I felt an immense happiness. From the bottom of my heart, I longed to give everything for this mature and beautiful woman. For her happiness, for her small comforts and pleasures, I would gladly face any danger and even die a thousand deaths.

Although making love with my mistress was the most blissful thing, unfortunately, my opportunities to do so were very limited. However, being sandwiched between her thighs was also my happiest moment.

My mistress not only looked young, but her body was also like that of a 28- or 29-year-old woman. The only thing that made me feel that my mistress was different from a woman in her twenties was the two rather noticeable dark lines on her beautiful neck, which contrasted sharply with her almost wrinkle-free face, and it made me very anxious. Every day, I would spend some time massaging her neck, hoping that my hands could create a miracle.

During a brief respite after intercourse with my master, I boldly asked, "Master, do you know how many times we've made love?"

"No, do you remember?"

"Of course, I keep a record every time, I remember it clearly."

"Was it 50 times?"

"A total of 171 times." On

November 2nd, 2003

, finally, I heard my master's footsteps getting closer and closer. I immediately opened the door. My master, still as radiant as ever, stood above me like God. "I'm exhausted!" she said as she walked into the living room and sat on the sofa. She hadn't changed out of her slippers, wearing low-cut black leather shoes and the white stockings I had put on her that morning.

I crawled to her feet and began to take off her shoes and stockings! Oh! I really don't know what my master has been doing all day; her feet smelled several times worse! I held her feet and massaged them, then licked them from the toes down to the heels. The masochistic desires I had been suppressing all day were released. After licking one foot, I moved on to the other. I think my mistress is in a good mood today, otherwise she would have already yelled at me, given her temper. She lay quietly on the recliner, enjoying my service.

After licking her feet, his tongue moved towards her inner thighs. She turned to her side, presenting her buttocks to me. I carefully pulled down her panties and kissed her anus. Her anus was warm, radiating the body heat she had brought back from outside, and I began to lick it passionately.

My mistress's business was booming, getting better year by year. Her real estate project in the Xuanwu Lake area had been completed; the houses sold very well, and the company made a net profit of 21.2 million. She personally made a net profit of 6.72 million. This made my mistress happy for a while. Her personal life remained busy and exciting. New men were always entering her life. Every day was different from yesterday; she enjoyed a flavorful life, and I felt genuinely happy because she lived happily. My mistress enjoys excitement, and all the latest and most avant-garde gadgets appear naturally and appropriately on her, but I don't find her vulgar. Instead, I sense a certain femininity, the aura of a successful woman.

She leisurely lit a cigarette and slowly puffed on it. "So cheap, so eager to lick my ass." My mistress was clearly in a good mood.

"Mistress, please don't smoke. Smoking is harmful to your health," I mustered my courage, still vividly remembering the beating I received for it last time.

"Mind your own business again," "My mistress

's health is no small matter."

"You're bothering me again, you want a beating?"

I dared not stop kowtowing. My mistress finally put down the cigarette she had barely smoked, snorted, and stretched her foot in again. After thanking her, I frantically licked her feet until there was no more smell on them.

I knew it was time to take off her socks. I first used my mouth to hold the socks at her toes and pulled them out a few times, then, with my nose against her trouser leg, I bit the top of the socks and slowly rolled them down to her ankles. Then, I gently pulled the sock from my master's heel towards his toes, repeating this several times until I finally managed to remove it!

I quickly took my master's toes into my mouth and gently caressed them with my tongue. I used my tongue to separate my master's toes, revealing the calluses accumulated from a day's hard work. I used my tongue to scoop up the calluses between each toe and devoured them! I slowly licked, from toes to the instep, from the sole to the heel. Because my master didn't walk much, his heels didn't have the calluses that men often develop, but they were still slightly thicker than other parts of his feet. I decided to remove them! I knew what to do: I secreted some saliva in my mouth, then opened my mouth wide and swallowed my master's heel, letting it soak in my saliva. After my master's heel softened, I gently scraped off the calluses with my teeth and swallowed them along with my saliva. I tried to be as gentle as possible, otherwise, if I tickled my master, the consequences would be unimaginable!

I finally finished washing my mistress's feet, and she seemed to need to urinate. She said to me, "Lie down in your seat,"

and I immediately crawled into the commode! That commode was specially set up for me, yes, that's what she said.

Her sister and her girlfriend had both sat in that commode and used me, but only her two irresistibly alluring buttocks could steal my soul.

But now I have fewer and fewer opportunities to lick my master's buttocks. Master Yuanchun is very aware of my fetishes. She seems to be intentionally restricting me. So, when she told me to crawl into the commode chair, a surge of joy welled up inside me.

My master has two commode chairs. One is in the main toilet upstairs, where she makes me sit to clean myself with my tongue after she has relieved herself. The other commode chair is actually a very narrow box, which I have to bend my legs and lean back to squeeze into. The opening in the center of the box is the only window to the outside. My head, red-faced, can't turn after it sticks out of that window because even my head is tied with a leather strap.

In fact, I am completely defenseless there.

I can stare upwards for a moment and see her white, jade-like buttocks slowly pressing against my poor lips, and then she sits on my face and "grinds" it, spraying her fluids all over every inch of my skin.

My head is tied with a leather strap, and I have no choice but to lick with all my might because I have nowhere to escape and I am even more afraid of her cruel and strange punishments.

A few months ago, when this commode chair was first made, she kept my head fixed inside it for two days and two nights, doing nothing but serving as her living toilet. She urinated and defecated in my mouth every time. Those two days and nights were truly unbearable. She didn't say a word to me, only came to use me. Each time she came, she would lift her skirt, pull down her underwear, sit on my face, urinate, then wipe herself clean with toilet paper, pull up her underwear, and leave. That was the first time I realized how boring it was to be her living toilet, waiting in the dark, waiting for my master to use me, five or six hours (sometimes even seven or eight hours) of loneliness for only a few minutes of excitement. I wasn't really a person, but a genuine "object" of my master.

Those days were so painful; I had diarrhea for several days and became ill.

On December 2, 2003

, I kept wondering why my master had been in a bad mood lately. I only knew that she was particularly harsh on me. To love her is to make her comfortable—that's my motto now. This comfort, of course, includes physical, material, and spiritual aspects.

I deeply feel that a true slave's adoration for his master is not something cultivated, nor is it instilled through enslavement, nor through beatings. This adoration is not even an art form that can be studied; rather, it is a naturally flowing inner emotion, a slave's unique, bottom-up reverence for his master. This emotion is built upon the slave's profound identification with his master's character, personality, abilities, interests, experience, and cultivation; it is also built upon the deep trust and respect established through long-term intimacy and mutual understanding; and it is built upon the slave's heartfelt sense of awe and "inferiority" towards his master. This adoration is a special kind of love expressed by the slave for his master, and it is also a kind of fortune possessed by a slave. Only when a slave possesses this inner emotion and is inspired by it can he willingly submit to his master, willingly accept all humiliation and torment, and derive the deep-seated physical and psychological pleasure and happiness he desires from it.

Today, my master didn't lock me up. Because I had to clean, I quickly cleaned every room on the first floor until it was spotless, leaving no corner untouched. Then I went upstairs to the second floor to clean, and finally to the master bathroom. I knelt before the toilet and began my devout, almost pilgrim-like worship. I always clean her bathroom last, and her toilet last, because it's my favorite place, and the one I spend the most time on. I knelt before the toilet and carefully and meticulously wiped it clean, front and back. Because of my attention to it, its back was always spotless. Although I had long since noticed that the master didn't pay attention to its back at all, only sitting on it to use it, I cared. In my inner world, that snow-white porcelain bowl was like the source of my life's nourishment; I obtained my daily "nutrients" from this vessel. I often licked the cold rim of the toilet with my tongue, and even, more than once, stuck my head into the toilet to drink water. It was all for that masochistic psychological satisfaction. Still using my hands? How could that possibly bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

I was surprised; how could my masochistic tendencies be so strong?

These past two days, Lu Kai has been in a particularly bad mood. He received a call from his second sister in Anhui, saying that his eldest sister had been hospitalized with a strange cancer and hoped he could return home quickly. He felt conflicted; his eldest sister had always been good to him since childhood, and he longed to go back, but hesitated, feeling ashamed to face his family and unsure if his employer would

allow him to leave. After a few days, he sought an opportunity to ask Boss Luo for leave. That evening, he noticed his employer seemed to be in a good mood, so he explained his situation. He had expected her to refuse his return, but unexpectedly, Boss Luo readily agreed, not only letting him drive her 1996 Accord back to Anhui but also promising him some money to take back with him.

To his surprise, the next day his master brought back 100,000 yuan in cash, asking him to take it home to visit his father and sick sister. He hesitated to accept it, but Ms. Luo said it was his reward for serving her over the years.

"Isn't it enough?" Ms. Luo seemed a little displeased.

"No...no, I...I really don't know what to say, thank you, thank you master, thank you Ms. Luo." "Go home, come back soon." The next day, Lu Kai packed his bags, changed into a new set of clothes, and drove the Accord that had been parked there since his master bought the Audi, heading home. Although he was unfamiliar with the roads and it was his first long-distance drive, he was very nervous. But it went relatively smoothly, and after eight hours, he arrived in his hometown county in the evening. His family and relatives were overjoyed at his return.

Lu Kai was instantly back to his pre-university state. Life in Nanjing felt like a different world. The first few days were spent visiting relatives and friends, and he had almost forgotten about his life in Nanjing. His family, of course, knew nothing of his situation. They only knew he worked for a large company, had a good salary, drove such a nice car, which made his family proud, and his relatives and friends were all envious. People around him were either happy about his "small achievements" or jealous. The most frequent question they asked him was whether he had a girlfriend, and whether they should introduce him to one. The environment of his hometown awakened his sense of shame and responsibility, but Mr. Luo's car constantly reminded him of another side of his life.

His sister's illness was serious; they had spent a lot of money, but it seemed there was little hope. The doctor was giving her imported medication, saying there were cases of cure abroad, but they were rare. He didn't know how long the 10 yuan he brought back would last his sister.

He began to feel ashamed and remorseful. His early education and experiences began to resurface, and he began to reflect on his absurd life in Nanjing. He felt he had wasted time and his life. He didn't know how he had become so despicable, so shameless, so perverted. He had actually drunk human urine and eaten human feces, and yet he felt happy and proud of it. Mr.

Luo gave him a week's leave, but told him to decide for himself, and if necessary, he didn't need to rush back. He didn't want to go back immediately. He needed to think things through.

However, ten days after returning home, his masochistic tendencies resurfaced. He began to feel irritable, constantly restless, and started thinking about Boss Luo again. He began to indulge his masochistic desires, even secretly masturbating one night. He was wondering what to do. He also thought about his future, whether he could get married, have children, and live a monotonous yet normal family life like his former classmates. But that left him feeling very lost and conflicted. If he left Boss Luo, he might be able to survive, but could he return home in such a "glorious" way? Most importantly, could he leave Boss Luo? Could he betray his masochistic desires?

He felt he simply couldn't. He had gone too far down the path of SM. His adoration for Boss Luo wasn't temporary, superficial, contrived, or selfish; it was deep-rooted, long-lasting, heartfelt, natural, and selfless. Of course, this adoration was also related to his masochistic tendencies, and these perverse tendencies were deeply rooted, intense, and persistent. He had considered seeing a psychologist, but his extensive online reading made him feel it was unnecessary, because the explanation of SM psychology has always been controversial. Although traditional medical books have a pathological view of it, the modern psychological community increasingly considers it as normal as homosexuality.

His adoration for Ms. Luo was not the kind of foot worship or object worship commonly found in SM, but rather possessed a deeper meaning and scope. He worshipped every inch of her skin because he had stable, continuous, and profound feelings for her. He longed for her love, and knowing he couldn't have it, he craved her dominance, her control over his life and soul, in exchange for his absolute dependence on her. In today's turbulent society, he craved a sense of security he could rely on.

He felt that his adoration for Ms. Luo wasn't something she had trained or enslaved, but a natural expression of his inner feelings, a bottom-up reverence unique to a master. This emotion was built upon his high degree of identification with Ms. Luo's character, personality, abilities, interests, experience, and cultivation, as well as the high level of trust and respect built through long-term heart-to-heart talks and infiltration, and the heartfelt sense of awe and "inferiority" he felt towards her. This adoration was a special kind of love, and also his good fortune. Only a man with a servile nature, possessing this inner emotion and inspired by it, can willingly submit to his master, gladly accept all humiliation and torment, and derive the profound physical and psychological pleasure and happiness he desires.

He liked the English phrases "upperclass" and "lowerclass." Superior humans, inferior humans. He considered himself the latter, while Ms. Luo was the best of the former! He was destined to serve her, to be her slave, to give her everything. To be her slave, he had desperately tried to perform, tirelessly doing things that ordinary people could not. He had gone too far in the realm of SM. Now, did he want to quit? For what reason? Could he really quit?

He had already lost three years of his youth and freedom. Although there had been hesitation and confusion, physical pain and mental torment during this time, there had been an unprecedented joy, satisfaction, and sense of security. To serve her, he had already "castrated" himself; he was no longer a man, but merely Luo Yuanchun's slave. Over a year ago, he had truly wavered, but he persevered and worked even harder to reform his thinking. At that time, he felt he needed to constantly remind himself that he was her slave; for the past six months, he had stopped, because his entire mindset had been enslaved, and he had accepted his fate as a slave. But he hadn't expected that this trip back to his hometown in Anhui seemed to have made him waver again.

After more than a week of painful contemplation and inner torment, he still decided to return to Luo Yuanchun's side, to return to what others might see as a "dark and hopeless" life of "slave." He couldn't live without her. In his eyes, Luo Yuanchun was the most perfect woman, a woman of exceptional quality. A perfect woman of exceptional quality must possess beauty; beauty is the most important foundation of a woman of exceptional quality. Without external beauty, how can one demand perfection in every aspect of life? Lu Kai had always admired his master's appearance and body, considering her a natural beauty.

A truly refined woman must be healthy in body and mind, radiant with beauty. The sickly beauty who clutches her chest and furrows her brow is outdated. Eight or nine out of ten men would decisively choose Xue Baochai over Lin Daiyu. Luo Yuanchun is a very healthy and radiant woman.

A refined woman must be independent. The writer Yi Shu, with her brilliant writing, depicted the image of a modern urban woman who earns her own money to buy flowers, reminding us that only with economic independence can a woman have the capital to talk about personal independence. If one is economically dependent on a man, one can only sigh: after Nora leaves, she either returns or falls into depravity. Luo Yuanchun is a very independent and very wealthy woman.

A refined woman, besides beauty, must also have a soul and talent; otherwise, she becomes nothing more than a vase. A woman with abundant talent will shine even brighter with beauty; talent makes a woman radiant. Although Luo Yuanchun doesn't have much literary talent, her intelligence and resourcefulness are rare. She remains calm in the face of adversity, able to sort out even the most difficult situations, and withstand even the greatest setbacks. She also possessed a sophisticated and mature philosophy of life, and the ability to navigate the business and political arenas.

The current ideal woman is one with three key attributes: beauty, capital, and knowledge. While Luo Yuanchun lacked knowledge, she possessed the first two. A woman's voice is another sharp weapon besides her features and figure; a gentle voice, even in scolding or reprimanding, possesses a heavenly beauty. Temperament cannot be transplanted or copied opportunistically, nor can it be achieved overnight; it requires experience and accumulation to gradually become an aura that unconsciously emanates from every gesture. Like Diana, who was timid at her first marriage, but later shed her naiveté, even her eyes exuding royal grace. In Lu Kai's eyes, his mistress had a captivating voice and an alluring temperament; in his eyes, Luo was a truly exceptional woman. Being with her made him truly happy.

Having made up his mind, he hurriedly made arrangements, leaving all 100,000 yuan to his sister, and immediately rushed back to Nanjing. Although his sister's illness saddened him, he still had to leave. This caused him great inner conflict, but he still chose President Luo. He stayed at home for a total of 17 days.

He rushed back to Nanjing, knelt before Luo Yuanchun, and begged for her forgiveness. He asked her to forgive his late returns, but he didn't dare confess the wavering in his heart. Actually, Luo Yuanchun didn't care much about his late returns; she had lost her former interest in Lu Kai.

But in order to win Luo's forgiveness, Lu Kai even wrote a long letter of self-criticism.

"...Master, please forgive me for not returning on time...

Master, I truly love you. You are a beautiful sight in a man's life. Your temperament and upbringing set you apart. You are like an untamed wild horse, unrestrained, dashing, passionate, and unruly. You evoke all intense and fast-paced feelings in me. Your concise and decisive style allows no entanglement. Your heart is too big and too high, so you ignore all mundane matters, but your inherent sensuality and refined temperament cannot be erased.

You are strong-willed, decisive, like to be in control, intelligent and good at using your mind, rarely act on emotion, and will not make mistakes due to impulsiveness. You are independent and successful, living like a man, yet knowing how to appropriately display your feminine charm. Therefore, you are a magnificent..." Your woman. Your extravagance is as striking as your nobility; the most glamorous occasions are always made more spectacular by your presence. You are alluring yet not wicked; your way of conquering the world is by conquering men.

Together, we traversed the noisy world, escaping the mundane crowds, to arrive at the most pristine, beautiful, and tranquil place—surrounded and guarded by the walls of our hearts. Inside, we breathlessly shed our pretenses, removed our masks, and only then did we truly see who we really were, what we were thinking, and what we wanted. We faced each other's unmasked souls, displaying our burgeoning flesh, casting aside all the noise of the city, and avoiding all the pursuit of material desires. You gave me what I wanted, and I gave you what you needed. You and I are like heaven and earth; you are the master, and I am the master. I am your slave, you are above, I am below, high and low are one, superior and inferior coexist. In the dark and hopeless world, we are carefree and linger. In the act of sadomasochism, you find pleasure in my pain and humiliation, and I find pleasure in the pain and humiliation you inflict. Together we experience the most turbulent and unrestrained sex and passion in the world, born of our most primal nature. Under the rule and obedience, you find pleasure in my submissive servility, and I am intoxicated by your majestic beauty. Together we experience the most complete and exhilarating freedom and liberation of spirit and flesh. Clear springs flow, seas of blood gush forth, our souls are crystal clear, our bodies burst forth with strength and beauty.

Master, I beg you to take me to that other heaven. It is a dreamlike, holy, and magical place. There, you will find peace in my shame. In my humiliation, I saw my reverence for you; in my suffering, I felt my eternal love for you. Let us go, Master. From then on, I began to live between your legs and at your feet. You carried me toward heaven, leaving behind a deep line of kneeprints along the way.

Truly, facing the snobbishness of people, I felt so tired, so bitter, so wanting to cry; facing the coldness of the world, I felt so helpless, so hopeless, so bored. I rushed to you like a child, burying my head between your legs, and suddenly my heart was no longer restless. I silently let your fingertips lightly and heavily roam through my hair, caressing my neck. I listened to your reprimands and admonitions, not daring to lift my head, yet I knew how deep your maternal love was contained in your scolding! I responded to you in an almost inaudible voice: "Master, I will obey you, I will always obey."

Even when I sometimes enjoy delicacies like abalone and shark fin, without you, they taste like chewing wax, leaving me restless and uneasy. Only when I think of myself as your dog, kneeling beneath your table, eating the scraps you spit out, and drinking the golden beverage you bestow upon me, can I find joy and ease my inner torment; I feel a longing for your whip. I yearn to kneel before you, prostrate on the ground, carrying you around. In front of others, I may still be a man. I can wear a suit and tie, strut confidently, even pontificate among my male friends. But in my heart, I always remember: "I am your dog, and wherever, whenever, my master can humiliate me, torment me, use me, and control me in any way!"

You are the pillar of my spirit, the source of my happiness. I cannot live without you; I want to live by your side forever. "I long to be your slave forever."

Luo Yuanchun tossed the book aside after reading it, and coldly said to Lu Kai, "It's okay if you come back a few days late. I just feel a little inconvenient when I sleep without you by my side. These past few days without you, I have to wipe myself several times after defecating, and it doesn't feel as clean as when you licked me clean. It's not badly written, so you can continue to be my slave."

Life slowly moved towards Lu Kai's bizarre dream. He finally overcame his cowardice and wavering mentality, dared to face his true self, and finally made up his mind to take control of his own destiny. Although he knew that in the eyes of his master Luo Yuanchun, he was now less than a dog. Chapter

090 Imprisonment Experiment

Nowadays, high-ranking officials are all lecherous, and prostitution is the most common phenomenon. But after prostitution reaches a certain level, ordinary service providers can no longer satisfy them. Of course, they are more picky about their figure and appearance, and they pay more attention to "prostitution quality". For example, prostitution of diplomas, prostitution of official positions, prostitution of foreign women, etc. The key to prostitution quality is to improve one's own quality.

Today, Secretary-General X of the provincial government invited Luo Yuanchun to dinner. During the meal, he whispered to her that a local business celebrity, XX, wanted to sleep with her and offered 20,000 yuan. Yuanchun recognized that person. He looked decent enough, and she did not dislike him.

"You underestimate me, only 20,000 yuan!"

"What do you think?"

"At least 100,000 yuan."

"Isn't that a bit too much, President Luo?" the other party said with a grin.

"Am I not worth it? I haven't even asked for a million yet!" "Okay, I'll go ask him. I bet he'll agree."

During a discussion among the four, Zhang Lindan recounted research from European psychology and SM groups, saying that the best way to change a person is to erase all their memories. And this is possible. They asked Luo Yuanchun to conduct an experiment on Lu Kai to see if it would be successful. Luo Yuanchun agreed to try. She decided to completely confine Lu Kai, isolating him from the outside world, imprisoning his mind in the basement of the Emperor Garden, brainwashing him, and gradually making him forget his previous life and everything else. Let's see how it develops. "Won't it make him stupid?" "So what if he's crippled? There are plenty of subservient men," Lindan said dismissively, exhaling a puff of smoke.

The isolation experiment began shortly after Lu Kai returned from his hometown in Anhui.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Kai had been imprisoned in the basement for more than four months. She wouldn't let him go out, not even to the supermarket. Not only that, she often locked him in a cage in the basement. Sometimes she would bring him out, but she would use barbed ropes to restrain him in the torture chamber, placing him in the most extreme position. She would only let him out to serve her before bedtime, and after serving her in the toilet in the morning, she would lock him back in.

At this moment, she stood above him.

"How are you today, my slave? Thirsty? Your master has prepared a drink for you." Luo Yuanchun's tone was a strange mixture, like the tinkling of a bell and shattered glass, but accompanied by a tone bordering on intimidation. "I know you will make me proud of you, I know you will endure more than last time. You will soon become the champion, my champion."

Lu Kai twisted his body on the slippery basement floor; tense, waiting, and desperate for the attention of the person he loved and her. Lately, her visits had become less frequent, and her methods of torturing him had become increasingly cruel and bizarre. He occasionally felt a fear that Luo might want to cripple him. Once, she made him eat all of her feces in one sitting. When she left him, she said she would come back in a few days. He cherished these precious moments, moments that belonged only to the two of them. She was the center of his world, and he was merely an insignificant object to her. He longed for her more and more, yet she came less and less. More and more of those moments were filled with fear—a chilling feeling, almost as if she were walking on the ropes of his abandoned fantasies. He would do anything for her, even die, to please her.

“You disappointed me a little last time,” Luo Yuanchun rebuked in a seductive tone. “We used gags, and some spilled out, didn’t we?” She slapped him, widening his already arched mouth—like a lion tamer in a circus.

“You didn’t want to disappoint me, did you?”

Lu Kai erupted like a dormant volcano, hearing his own distorted sobs, as if they came from afar rather than from within him. Then silence. His tears flowed like shimmering pearls from his eyes, mingling with the puddles on the ground, turning his hair into a waterlogged mop. Her bittersweet tears blurred her beautiful figure, and her voice became even smoother. "This time, my champion, open your mouth wider for me. And swallow quickly; I don't like the smell of my own excrement."

"Yes, Master, please rest assured, I will do as you say and will never disappoint you."

"You lowly dog, you are now doomed! I believe you have fully experienced the power of my brutal rule. I, your mistress, am the highest form of life, while you, a lowly dog, are at the very bottom of the food chain, the lowest of all beings. You are groveling before me, desperately begging.

I ignite your lust, yet remain unattainable. My dominion is innate; your submission is my due! Now do you understand? You will never escape my control! You

lowly dog, you grovel before me, fawning and pandering; my dominion is ingrained within you. Even my casual, indifferent use of you excites you, making you grateful for my authority, my tyranny, and my possession of you!

" "Yes, Master."

"I am your noble mistress, and I have decided to keep you as a dog. Serving me is your destiny. A slave may change his mind often, but I want you to understand from the bottom of your heart that you will always be my lowly dog. This is beyond question, and will never change! Your will will belong to me! You will never have your own independent will! Lowly dog, you understand that I am not only your boss and your mistress, but also the controller of your destiny. Everything about you is in my hands!

Hmm, you must learn to beg properly, that's good. I don't like false begging, I want begging from the heart. I want to see the awe in your eyes and the trust in your expression.

Now, come, you lucky little dog, obediently accept your master's favor!

" Lu Kai immediately opened his mouth, and his mistress sat on the commode above his face. He immediately put his mouth to her. Her steaming urine flowed into his mouth! Ah! His nutrition, his dinner!

After urinating, his mistress went upstairs.

Chapter 91 The World Is Going Downhill

Recently, Luo Yuanchun has been busy with the listing of Chunda Company. Originally, there was a glimmer of hope, but now many twists and turns have arisen. It seems there are considerable obstacles to the listing. Jiao suggested a roundabout approach: indirectly acquiring a listed company.

Although Luo Yuanchun was somewhat unwilling, she had no other choice. She could only vent her resentment and sadness to the man beside her.

Deeply rooted traditional Chinese culture holds that men should be arrogant and women should be submissive, a concept cultivated over thousands of years to embody both masculinity and femininity. A man's pursuit of a woman, especially a respectable one, is seen by society and women themselves as a special favor and a gift, bringing women glory and gratitude.

This idea, after thousands of years of subtle and complex transmission, becomes a collective unconscious, and this is also true of women's feelings towards men. Just as a man's conquest and possession of more women is considered a source of glory, a woman being pursued by more men is also seen as a source of glory. As Eileen Chang described women in her novels: "Upon seeing him, she became very low, so low as to be in the dust, but in her heart she was joyful, and a flower bloomed from the dust." Eileen Chang's expression, besides reflecting women's yearning for affection, still reveals this traditional female psychology. Men are seen as masters, and she herself as a humble emotional servant. This millennia-old mode of thinking and emotion makes both men and women feel that this is how male-female relationships should be to be "comfortable, natural, and normal."

Times have truly changed. Celebrities have replaced role models, beauties have ousted scholars, scandals have replaced facts, entertainment has overshadowed culture, and vulgarity has replaced solemnity. Luo Yuanchun has even become a slave owner. The vulgar trend has recently been unveiled and is intensifying. Turn on the TV, and women and sex are the main news anchors; click online, and you'll find headlines like "Tonight's Passion," "Seduction," "An 11-Year-Old Delinquent Has Sexual Experience," and "A One-Night Stand Investigation"; the book market is even worse, with one publisher repackaging Li Yu's "Idle Thoughts" into three volumes, each with a provocative title: "Springtime Revealed," "Bewitching Beauty," and "Women's Lust"... As the saying goes, "If the title isn't bad, readers won't like it, and bookstores won't sell it." This trend is growing stronger, and it's said that even brand designers have embraced a "sexy trend," using minimal fabric in clothing and employing provocative tactics in brand promotion. Consequently, domestic media outlets often publish nude photos when reporting on fashion trends to show they're "in line" and "fashionable." Even the classic Chinese novel *The True Story of Ah Q* is reportedly being adapted into a Category III film for the stage.

The media, seeing this as a way to compete for market share, heavily promotes violence and satisfies morbid curiosity. Robbery, rape, murder—these kinds of words are shocking, and many media outlets revel in them, going to great lengths to detail and sensationalize them, always accompanied by large headlines and pictures to further stimulate already fragile senses. Of the five articles published in the People's Daily's "Society" section, three involved death and two involved criminal cases, with particularly graphic titles: "14-Year-Old Girl Pregnant, Leading to Two Rape Cases," "'Resentment of the Rich' Leads to a Family Annihilation," "A Murder for a Small Amount of Money," etc. The bizarre and absurd are also favored by the media. A Nanjing newspaper recently published an article titled "Millennial Mummy Pregnant," claiming that a female mummy over 3,000 years old in Egypt became pregnant shortly after its discovery. A Beijing newspaper also devoted considerable space to an article about a family raising pigeons that gave birth to a "lion" after several months of pregnancy. Absurd and nonsensical news abounds, and trivial stories circulate everywhere, becoming the norm for some media outlets.

They frequently exploit the sensationalism surrounding luxury homes, lavish banquets, and top-of-the-line luxury car dealerships to encourage "high-end fashion" consumption. As a result, news abounds: a "royal mansion" opens in the east, Mercedes-Benz sales are in full swing in the west, count-level mansions are on display in the south, and crab feasts begin in the north—it's all incredibly lively. Correspondingly, many media outlets publish lengthy, half-truthful, half-fictional articles on extreme consumption and the thrill of flaunting wealth. This distorted consumption and decadent values spread widely, leading people to prioritize money above all else, considering the pursuit of wealth and even praising it as "realism."

On the other hand, the media's indifference to and mockery of suffering is paramount. When Chinese workers were attacked in Afghanistan, a television station encouraged viewers to send text messages to guess who was suffering. When over 30 people died in Guangzhou this summer from the heatwave, one media outlet jokingly referred to it as "Over 30 people died from the heat in Guangzhou." Even worse, in one incident, a car accident occurred where a car plunged off a cliff, only to be stopped by a large tree and prevented from falling into the abyss. A radio host, however, gloated over the incident, commenting, "Tourists are screaming, 'Look! They're filming a movie!' How exciting!" In Lishui County, Nanjing, a group of people were hit by a car and died instantly. A local media outlet even headlined its report "Cyclist 'Wins the Lottery' and Dies Tragically." Not long ago, the same media outlet reported on a man's tragic death under the headline "Bus Wheels Jump Over the Edge." Such inhumane and inconsiderate attitudes from the media have long aroused public outrage, but media professionals seem oblivious to this.

Times have truly changed, people have changed, and people's values are rapidly shifting. Twenty years ago, Luo Yuanchun would have felt uneasy about her current lifestyle. She wouldn't have dared to even consider SM, but today she can calmly accept her actions, finding them not only normal but also exciting and worth pursuing.

Indeed, around Luo Yuanchun, a thousand-year-old tradition was undergoing a 180-degree transformation. Now she was arrogant, while the men around her were always subservient. Her intimacy with a particular man was seen as a special favor or a handout, which brought him honor and gratitude. Whenever Luo Yuanchun descended the stairs to the basement, she was relaxed and even flirted lightly. Lu Kai, on the other hand, was trembling with fear, deeply grateful for her "visit," feeling it was an honor that she took the time to come down and see him.

Outwardly, she was a powerful businesswoman in Nanjing, still pursuing her ultimate dream of power and wealth. A five-star hotel in Nanjing offered a "banquet culture" every Saturday, requiring participants to wear formal attire, enjoy "luxurious" dining, and have 30 dancers dressed in golden gauze and Tang Dynasty-era embroidered dragon and phoenix court costumes to showcase the prosperity and splendor of the Tang Dynasty. The minimum spend was 800 yuan. Yuanchun had been there a few times.

Sometimes, Yuan Chun had to dine with company executives and city officials, and sometimes she had to accompany them afterward, though this usually involved playing cards at teahouses like Youxianmeidi. These lecherous men would rather forgo prostitutes than miss playing cards with Yuan Chun. Of course, there were a few men she had to sleep with.

However, there were times when Yuan Chun couldn't tolerate her male partners' bad behavior in bed. The following were the men she disliked most and often encountered: First, they always insisted on not using condoms, which Yuan Chun found offensive because it was the men who enjoyed it, while the women were responsible for the consequences! Although she had undergone sterilization, she couldn't psychologically tolerate such selfishness.

Second, they always wanted to try penetration from behind.

Third, they would suddenly pull out midway through sex and demand oral sex. Good heavens! While sex is enjoyable, there should be some order to it! Ever since Xiao Man told her that oral sex could cause diseases, she insisted that only her boyfriend perform oral sex on her.

Fourth, they wanted to have sex without showering or immediately after eating. Yuan Chun hates men who are sweaty or have just eaten an onion and beef burger. Forget about sex, even kissing is disgusting. And don't forget, she'd have to watch out for him suddenly farting… Oh, how disgusting!

Fifth. Having the lights on or doing it in a weird place for their first time makes her unhappy, knowing her entire body is exposed to him, and he can see her legs spread in an odd position. Sixth.

Constantly asking if she had an orgasm, if she was satisfied, if he was good… Every man cares, but why? If she says yes, asking how many times is pointless. It's not a record-breaking competition!

Seventh. Talking about ex-girlfriends or asking about her ex-boyfriends.

Eighth. Falling fast asleep immediately afterward, a completely different person… At this point, the woman seems like just a tool, trapping her in the feeling of "I'm being used as a sex object," no wonder she's angry.

Yes, it's perfectly normal to feel relaxed and sleepy after reaching orgasm. Men naturally feel sleepy after ejaculation, but she can't relax if she hasn't reached orgasm. That's why she likes Dawei and Mike, the American. Dawei and Mike know how to be considerate of women; although they might not be able to get an erection again, they can still try to help her reach orgasm through caressing and masturbation.

She was no different from most women; the pleasure she sought was mostly physical or sensual, a wide variety of material possessions, gourmet food, clothes that made her stand out, and a warm and reliable home—the more expensive the better. Of course, beyond all this, she needed a man's pursuit, care, and affection. With all these things, she felt valuable and gained genuine happiness. Her source of joy was entertainment or emotional connection. As long as there was something to do, someone to flatter her, compliment her, praise her beauty, competence, and success, she was happy; conversely, she felt unhappy.

Xiaoman said that a 1988 study at Rutgers University in the United States found that sexual activity and orgasm were quite effective in treating headaches or pain in other parts of the body, with an effect equivalent to two aspirin tablets. Many people who suffered from chronic pain found that their pain was significantly reduced within half an hour after orgasm. "Because the pleasure overshadows the pain, it distracts from the discomfort. As an obstetrician-gynecologist, she even suggests that patients use masturbation to achieve orgasm to relieve menstrual cramps, a home remedy.

The reason sexual pleasure can reduce pain is due to the physiological and chemical changes triggered during intercourse. When orgasm occurs, the nervous system releases a substance called beta-enkephalins, which circulates throughout the body, resulting in a feeling of overall comfort. Medical research shows that this hormone stimulates the brain's central nervous system to produce enkephalins, a hormone with analgesic effects, even stronger than morphine. During orgasm, beta-enkephalins increase the proliferation of antibacterial cells in the immune system, reducing pain and boosting immunity.

Yuan Chun admitted that two years ago, she wanted sex almost every day, but now it seems to have decreased. She doesn't want sex for one or two days a week. Xiao Man said this is normal." Good sex depends on the compatibility of both partners. Her current relationships with Yuxuan and Lukai are harmonious and natural, and they satisfy her desire to dominate men. Because of her high flexibility in sexual needs, she can now fully explore herself, treating sex as a subject to be studied, deriving greater satisfaction from it. She wants sex, she wants constant sex. She wants to be wanton, want to be unrestrained, she wants to enjoy all the pleasures foreign women can experience, she wants to seize every day and thoroughly enjoy life.

Perhaps because she hadn't had such experiences before, Yuanchun has discovered that she now particularly enjoys having sex with foreign men. Their penises are large and powerful, full of masculinity, and having sex with them is more enjoyable than with Chinese men. Sometimes, she feels that Eastern men are for her to abuse, while foreign men are for her to have sex with. Of course, due to business reasons, she also has to let some Chinese men have sex with her, but she prefers to have foreign penises. But she always has a nagging worry that one day she might contract AIDS.

She finally persuaded Yuxuan to kneel beside the bed where she and Mike were having sex, watching her have intercourse with her foreign lover. That time was incredibly exciting; Yuanchun had three orgasms. She felt that humiliating her husband would make her even more sexually aroused.

Entering the early summer of 2004, Yuanchun's life remained fulfilling. Her company's business was growing larger and more successful. She was looking for an opportunity to merge with another company, aiming for an indirect listing. In 2001, her company's sales reached 97.7 million, with a profit of 4.2 million. After paying corporate income tax, value-added tax, and personal income tax, she personally netted 14.9 million. In 2002, she personally netted 15.7 million, which made her feel particularly financially comfortable, and she became increasingly extravagant, buying two more high-end apartments in downtown Shanghai. Recently, she has been busy transferring her earnings overseas.

At the same time, she also feels the pressure; money is becoming increasingly difficult to earn. With more employees came a host of expenses. The company had to provide social security and medical insurance for its employees, as well as a large amount of taxes and expenses for bribing officials. Recently, Chunda Company began to expand into pharmaceuticals, as many newly minted billionaires in recent years were involved in the pharmaceutical industry. The company recently partnered with a pharmaceutical company founded by an American returnee to develop xxx, which represents cutting-edge technology for cardiovascular and anti-tumor drugs. It is estimated that once launched, it will achieve a leading market share. She had just hired a manager with nearly 15 years of experience in trade and pharmaceutical distribution, and marketing ability is the core competitiveness of pharmaceuticals.

Chapter 092 Bodyguard Yanhua

In today's society, where resentment towards the wealthy is increasingly evident, Luo Yuanchun decided to hire a personal bodyguard. Some of her friends had also hired private bodyguards because society is too unsafe now, and some people hire several at once—wives need protection, sons need protection, and parents also need protection. Investing several thousand yuan per bodyguard per month is still very worthwhile.

In recent years, coastal cities have experienced a shortage of bodyguards, forcing some agencies to scavenge for "martial arts masters" and retired soldiers. Industry insiders say that in Jiangsu province, a number of private bodyguards, mostly working as drivers or secretaries for business owners, are active. It is estimated that Nanjing alone has no fewer than 1,000 bodyguards (some sources say 2,000). Those who hire bodyguards are mostly celebrities, entrepreneurs, and successful individuals from various industries, especially owners of foreign-invested, wholly-owned, and joint-venture enterprises.

In Nanjing and other places, the establishment of service companies under various names to train and provide private bodyguards has become an open secret. An acquaintance of Yuan Chun, analyzing the booming bodyguard industry, said, "The social security situation during the period of social transition is more complex than at any other stage. The severe social security situation has always been a major problem plaguing our country's social order and stability. Due to limited financial and police resources, it is destined that in the present stage and for a considerable period of time to come, the country cannot simultaneously take care of public safety and the safety and protection of individual personal property."

While looking for a bodyguard, Yuan Chun was introduced to Sister Hong.

Sister Hong was in her forties, still looking glamorous. Her husband was the former director of the municipal public security bureau. Leveraging her retired husband's connections, she ran a security service company, providing security services to some restaurants and entertainment venues. She also provides bodyguard services for some newly rich tycoons and wealthy women, and also engages in debt collection services, which are very successful. She is known for her generosity and ruthlessness, and is adept at navigating both the legal and illegal worlds. That day, Sister Hong arrived at her house in a Lexus with a police-plated license plate.

Many people would assume she would hire a handsome man as her bodyguard, but instead, she chose He Yanhua, a girl with high martial arts skills who had received specialized training at a special police academy. He Yanhua is 24 years old, 166 cm tall, from a rural area in Henan, with a vocational school diploma. Her appearance is average, but not unattractive. She is clean-cut, well-mannered, and although honest and kind, she is also intelligent and quick-witted. Because Being by her side every day, she had very high standards for her bodyguards. First, they couldn't be too ugly, but also not too beautiful, because being around her all the time meant they couldn't steal the men's attention. Second, they had to be honest and reliable. She was chosen from over 30 candidates. She paid He Yanhua a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, including room and board, but on the condition that she not only be absolutely loyal and protect her from any danger, but also keep everything about her strictly confidential.

She now has eight close friends, half male and half female. She's had sex with five of them, borrowed money from four, and can recite the birthdays of eight of them. She knows their every romantic history and scandal. Her sex life remains frequent; her desire for sensual passion is always strong. Satisfied, her emotional life was more fulfilling and seemingly more romantic than before.

She had a submissive at home and in the office, attending to her every need and at her beck and call. She also had a submissive husband at home. Her numerous subordinates at the company treated her like a queen, obeying her every command.

Lu Kai had been with her for four years, a "house slave" solely for her personal use, as submissive as a dog. How could Yuan Chun, as a woman, not be moved or feel anything? However, in her sexual life, Lu Kai increasingly became merely an object. She could still feel anger towards him at times, but there was no longer any emotional exchange in their sex life; only occasional acts of release.

When she first got him, she fantasized about making him stupid so she could keep him as a slave forever. Now she had achieved that goal. She had not only castrated Lu Kai's body but also his soul. She found that he seemed to be losing his ability to think independently, and sometimes he really was becoming somewhat slow-witted. Her goal of turning him into a toilet slave had long been achieved ahead of schedule. She didn't know how she had achieved it; she just inexplicably turned him from a lover into an anal slave who knelt by her toilet all day, obsessively and woodenly serving her every need, a living toilet that followed her around all day, hoping to eat her urine and lick her anus. His mouth and tongue were her buttock cleaners. She didn't think Lu Kai had any ability to break free from her control.

She even felt she could make him die for her. "He's mine, he can't escape," it seemed he truly was hers.

However, she felt less and less for Lu Kai, only wanting to ravage him and make him suffer for her. Now she even wanted to get rid of him, because cruelly and ruthlessly getting rid of him might be the most thorough way to ravage and torture him.

That evening, she went to meet Vice Governor X at that five-star hotel again. After several hours of this, it was finally over. Vice Governor X, afraid of his wife, went home quickly afterward. Feeling bored alone in the hotel, she called the company driver to take her and Yanhua home. She made love in the upstairs room while Yanhua waited for her in the hotel lobby. Over the months, she began to adapt to her employer's debauched lifestyle. Boss Luo treated her very well, often chatting with her and treating her like a friend. This fostered her trust and respect for Boss Luo, and she began to accept his licentiousness and some of the progressive ideas of city dwellers.

After returning home, Yanhua retreated to her servants' room on the first floor. Yuanchun casually pressed a remote control, releasing Lu Kai from the iron cage in the basement. Slightly drunk and exhausted, she went upstairs with Lu Kai's help. She quickly lay down on the bed, and Lu Kai helped her undress, wash her face, and put on a face mask... followed by a hand massage. Finally, his tongue rhythmically licked her genitals. Her vagina was somewhat red and swollen, with a strong odor, and still contained traces of semen. Lu Kai was already used to this; he continued sucking, and soon, all the other man's bodily fluids from Yuan Chun's lower body were in his stomach. Soon, his mistress became drowsy.

Just as Lu Kai withdrew his head, preparing to leave, he heard her soft but stern command, "Kneel there." Lu Kai knew what his mistress meant; he wouldn't sleep again tonight. He obediently knelt beside his mistress's bed, silent. A surge of joy welled up inside him. During the day, he had slept for over four hours in the iron cage. Now, only at night did he have the chance to be intimate with his revered mistress.

He skillfully reached under the large bed, pulled out the woolen blanket he often used, and draped it over himself. Adjusting his position, although still kneeling, he shifted his body back, sitting on his calves.

It was around 3 a.m. "Come on," Lu Kai, already half-asleep, heard his master's soft command and woke up with a start. At first, he wasn't sure if it was his master's order; he knew his master sometimes talked in her sleep. But he still immediately moved closer, lifting the covers. His master shifted her body, slightly parting her legs. He realized his master did want him, and he immediately leaned over, placing his mouth at the entrance of her vagina.

"Catch," Yuan Chun murmured incoherently.

Not long after, the still-sleepy Yuan Chun opened her urethra. The room was quiet, except for the sound of Lu Kai swallowing rapidly and the occasional distant sound of a car speeding by. The sound of Lu Kai swallowing deep into the woman's thighs continued for nearly half a minute. Finally, the woman, still half-asleep, emptied her bladder. She knew Lu Kai hadn't missed a drop because her lower body was dry. Her previously swollen bladder was relieved, and she felt much better. "Go to sleep," she whispered, then turned over and fell asleep again.

Only then did Lu Kai dare to quietly leave the room and go downstairs to sleep. He glanced at his watch; it was 3:45 a.m. He knew he only had less than four hours of sleep, because every day at 8 a.m. he had to kneel before his master's bed, waiting to serve her as she got up. Sometimes, his master, too lazy to get out of bed, would lie in bed and let him drink her morning urine.

For the past year or so, his master had often made him kneel by her bedside at night, waiting for her to use his mouth and stomach in the latter half of the night.

Yu Xuan had been married to her for almost a year, living a semi-normal, semi-perverted married life. In public, they appeared together, perfectly in sync, like a well-matched, enviable couple. But in private, in front of a few people who knew the truth, Yu Xuan was still her "slave" husband, tolerating not only his wife's abuse and enslavement but also other men sharing her. But Yu Xuan and Lu Kai's relationship was getting better and better; they often chatted together, becoming more and more like friends. Twice, she discovered that Yu Xuan had released Lu Kai from the iron cage without her permission. Once, when she revealed to Yuxuan her desire to get rid of Lu Kai, to her surprise, Yuxuan objected.

Although she enjoyed indulging in sensual pleasures, she also had spiritual pursuits. Her spiritual life was contradictory, sometimes struggling between darkness and light, tormented by the conflicting emotions of whether or not to continue enslaving Lu Kai and Duan Danqing. Occasionally, her conscience made her feel despicable, but more often, she felt normal. She knew she had long since become dependent on the service of her slaves; psychologically and physiologically, she felt she deserved such service. The toilet servants had become an indispensable part of her life. She couldn't live without a toilet servant like Lu Kai attending to her every moment. She couldn't live without a toilet servant kneeling beside the toilet waiting for her to excrete and then licking her genitals clean.

Chapter 093: Imprinting.

To be a beautiful, healthy, fashionable, and intelligent woman is almost every woman's desired goal of happiness. Sometimes, Luo Yuanchun also had a certain noble desire; she knew she was becoming increasingly vulgar, but she was unwilling to accept it. She felt she should read more books. Because I've heard that reading increases a woman's charm. Indeed, books have an enlightening effect, and they are one of the most effective forces for changing people. Samuel Smiles said in *Self-Help*, "A man is as he reads," and rightly so, "a book is what a man reads." A woman's temperament, wisdom, and refinement are inseparable from extensive reading. Some say that a woman who reads is a beautiful woman. Although her living space is no smaller than a man's, Yuan Chun doesn't like philosophy, military affairs, politics, biographies, history, etc. She has always preferred popular literature, beauty manuals, fashion guides, slimming manuals, and so on.

Recently, through an introduction, she read a Western pamphlet specifically about women called *The Cat*, which says, "If a woman never reads a book a second time, just because she 'knows the plot,' such a woman will never be a good wife. If she only seeks novelty, completely disregarding style and charm, then after a while, she will understand her husband's personality, his weaknesses and eccentricities, and she will find him dull and boring, and no longer love him." Yuan Chun feels that she is precisely such a woman.

In a few months, she would be turning 44, and she wondered how her friends would celebrate. For her 40th birthday, her sister and Jiao Dawei had booked over 15 tables at the Jinling Hotel, and more than 170 people attended. Not only were her company's key middle-level managers and her close friends there, but many business associates were also present, as were the provincial government secretary-general, the provincial health department director, and the directors of several provincial and municipal hospitals—it was quite a lively affair. However, none of her important lovers in official circles dared to show up. Her

43rd birthday was also quite unusual. Dawei booked a large private room at the Shangri-La Hotel, setting up three tables. Those who came were her close friends and confidants, including several of her sex slaves and the sex slaves of her girlfriends. These included Linda and Xiaosen, Xiaoman and XX, Dawei and XX, Yingchun and Yan Chuan, Yuxuan and Lu Kai, Sasha, Li Ting, and Lina and their sex slaves. After drinking, when some people left, Linda and her husband, Dawei and his wife, Yuanchun and her husband, and Sasha and her slaves—eight people in total—went upstairs to a honeymoon suite owned by Dawei for an all-night orgy. Lu Kai, on the other hand, was taken home by Yingchun to serve her along with Yan Chuan.

Recently, several competing companies have emerged in the southern Jiangsu region, and the situation is starting to turn against her company. More seriously, someone is eyeing her company, wanting to squeeze out her business, or even swallow her company up.

Within the company, Yuan Chun's capable assistants are the office director, Chen Xiaoli, and two vice presidents, Yuan Pingchuan and Liu Yi. Xiaoli, 29, is a relative who joined the company after graduating from university seven years ago; she's practically Yuan Chun's crony. Xiaoli is well aware of her aunt's avant-garde lifestyle. Yuan Chun has repeatedly urged her to join her sadomasochistic games, but she's always refused. Three years ago, she said she wasn't married yet and would consider it later; two years ago, she got married and said she still loves her husband very much. She shows a strong interest in SM, but is unwilling to practice it herself.

Old Yuan and Old Liu have worked for Yuan Chun since the company's inception, rising from employee to manager, demonstrating unwavering loyalty. Forty-nine-year-old Old Yuan has been with the company for eleven years; he's very capable, has extensive social connections, and knows how to navigate the business world. Liu Yi, 41, is also extremely capable. Yuan Chun, Xiaoli, Old Yuan, and Liu Yi are often inseparable, and many important decisions are made collaboratively by the four of them. Yuan Chun never considered Lao Yuan and Liu Yi as outsiders, but she never thought about them sexually. However, Liu Yi had always secretly loved Yuan Chun. He had been married for eight years, and his wife, Lü Shuping, was always jealous of Yuan Chun because her husband's secret admiration for her was unbearable.

One day, Lü came to the company to see Liu Yi, and someone overheard the couple arguing in Liu's deputy general manager's office. "I know you've always loved that vixen Luo Yuan Chun," Lü shouted, not expecting that this would reach Yuan Chun's ears. Yuan Chun was shocked and furious, determined to find an opportunity to get back at Lü Shuping.

Recently, Lin Dan told Yuan Chun that she had branded her name on Xiao Liangzi and Xiao Sen's buttocks. She encouraged Yuan Chun to brand her name on Lu Kai's buttocks as well, saying it would be very exciting. Unable to resist her repeated persuasion, Yuan Chun finally decided to do the same.

It was a Friday evening, and Yuan Chun returned home from work. As usual, Lu Kai had been in the iron cage in the basement for over six hours, kneeling there in the dark, hoping for his master's return.

Yuan Chun pressed a remote control, and Lu Kai was immediately freed. He scrambled to her feet, kneeling down to remove her shoes and socks. He lifted her feet, massaging them, then licking from the toes to the heels, releasing the pent-up masochistic desires of the day. After licking one foot, he moved on to the other. He embraced her calves and began kissing them. He remained in this position until she allowed him to stand.

He clearly had no idea what she was going to do to him that night. She was carrying a bag containing the "tools" Lin Dan had lent her. Yuan Chun had told him she was going to give him a little surprise.

She had spent two days preparing for this. For two days straight, she had worn the same pink underwear. The crotch area was made of cotton, and before wearing it, she had sprayed some of her favorite perfume on it. She ordered him to go to the basement and strip naked, which he quickly obeyed.

She took a nearly meter-long pole from her pocket. In the basement, Yuan Chun saw him kneeling there naked, his expression a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He stared at the pole in her hand, his eyes wide with surprise. She told him she was going to try something new and that he had to endure it for her. Seeing his undisguised physical reaction, she laughed.

Yuan Chun thought to herself, "You're in for a world of hurt, you slave!"

Yuan Chun handed him the pole, instructing him to cuff it to his ankles. He reached for it, but she teasingly didn't immediately let go. He looked at her with confusion, seeing only a meaningful smile on her face. He took the pole and leather shackles, fastening the shackles to his own ankles and then attaching them to the ends of the pole.

He stood there with his legs apart, watching her, awaiting her next command. Yuan Chun picked up a leather collar, handed it to him, and ordered him to put it on. Then she took the leather handcuffs from the rack. After tying his hands behind his back, she handcuffed him. Although she felt it was unnecessary given Lu Kai's loyalty and obedience, Lindan had instructed her to do so. Next, she found a leather belt, fastened one end to the iron ring on the back of his collar, and the other end to his handcuffs, pulling it tight. Then she attached the belt to a chain hanging from the ceiling, forcing him to stand ramrod straight and silent, otherwise he would choke on the collar.

Thus, he was forced to stand stiffly, like a clothes hanger. Yuan Chun took off her underwear, the dried vaginal fluid mixed with a little urine on it, emitting a strong odor. She kissed him, and his tongue cautiously licked her lips. She gently pulled the underwear over his head, the "used" thong covering his nose. He breathed deeply, inhaling the vaginal fluid and the fragrance of perfume. His penis was now as hard as a rock. His underwear covered his eyes like an eye patch. He didn't understand why his mistress was acting this way today; he was nervous, sensing something was about to happen.

She gently stroked his penis and testicles, and he trembled under her tender touch. She followed the shaft of his erect penis to its head, playing with it, rubbing the groove with a finger. A small, glistening drop of fluid seeped out; she dipped her finger in it and continued to caress his penis.

He felt wonderful; he seemed lost in the sensation. It was time to wake him. Her hand slowly moved to his scrotum and pinched it with her sharp nail. He let out a soft groan and turned his head to one side. Then she tightly clamped a pair of nipple clamps connected by chains to his nipples, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. Yuan Chun told him that she was going to play some new tricks with his body, and he shouldn't resist.

He nodded obediently. He was completely helpless under her control. Suddenly, he felt something warm being smeared on his penis. His face was covered by her underwear, and he breathed in her scent, unable to guess what she had smeared on him. She pulled his scrotum down to his skin, and he felt something hard, cold, like steel sliding across his skin. His penis immediately went limp, and he mumbled a few words. He realized she was shaving his pubic hair. He pleaded, trying to move, but the restraints made him immobile, and he knew any resistance was futile. Blindly moving around caused him to choke on the collar, so he stopped moving and his eyes began to plead. She put down his scrotum, stood up, removed the underwear from his head, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into his mouth. This time, he could

n't utter a word. Yuan Chun started pulling at his scrotum again, shaving off the pubic hair. She slowly shaved off the scrotal hair, then the hair on his penis. A thought kept flashing through his mind: would she cut him? Would she cut off his penis? The shaving was finished. She stepped back a few paces, admiring his smooth, unprotected genitals.

Yuan Chun told him about a very special new "toy" she had made especially for him, specifically to satisfy her desires. It was a set of branding irons, which she would heat on a stove and then use to brand the freshly shaved area. She watched him, shocked by her words. He knew what it was, of course; he'd seen it online. His owner had often hinted that she wanted to permanently brand her name onto him. He had always longed for it, though he was also terrified. Of course, he knew she was willful and serious; whatever she wanted to do, she would do, and nothing could stop her. He was so helpless, so nervous. Yuan Chun described the details to him in detail, enjoying the fear and panic that descended upon him.

Yuan Chun first numbed his skin with ice, then used local anesthesia to alleviate the pain. The protruding parts of the branding irons were half a centimeter high, allowing them to deeply imprint the marks on his body; he couldn't stop her while she was doing it. She explained to him that she would brand the area above his penis near his lower abdomen, and that his pubic hair would eventually grow out and cover the brand, but the brand would remain permanently.

“Whenever you offend me and deserve punishment, I will shave those hairs again, so that this brand will remind you of my absolute authority over you.” “—Someone once said that a person’s cruelty is her authority. If you obey me well, serve me, and make me comfortable, I will allow your hair to cover the brand. I will only shave your genitals again when I need to remind you of your submission. I know that branding will certainly hurt, but I will never stop; you will only have to endure it.” Yuan Chun took out ice, a small bottle of anesthetic, and a small electric heater. She plugged in the heater and heated the branding iron. The letters on the branding iron were about the size of a thumbprint, protruding nearly half a centimeter, so the brand would be deeply embedded in the flesh. Lin Dan had gotten her the three characters “Luo Yuan Chun” in regular script, which she was going to brand on his buttocks. She placed the ice on his buttocks and slightly above the base of his penis, waiting to numb that area.

A few minutes later, Yuan Chun placed some anesthetic on Lu Kai's abdomen near his penis. Then, she attached a branding iron with three Chinese characters to a handle and heated it red-hot on an electric stove. His eyes widened in terror, and he tried to plead. However, nothing could stop her now; his struggles only caused the collar to tighten around his throat, choking him.

Yuan Chun returned to his side and applied more anesthetic to his buttocks. He trembled with tension. Without a word, she pressed a branding iron firmly against his skin until it cooled.

"Ugh...ugh..." "Sizzle...sizzle..." Accompanied by Lu Kai's screams, the smell of burning flesh filled the room. A Luo character was imprinted on Lu Kai's body. Yuan Chun felt a wild, sadistic desire coursing through her body; she felt excited.

Lu Kai tightened his belt but had to maintain a breathing position. He was in great pain; her underwear was stuffed into his mouth, silencing his screams. Clearly, the anesthetic hadn't worked. After Yuan Chun removed the branding iron, the character "Luo" was clearly visible. She put the "Luo" mold back on the fire and applied some burn ointment to the brand.

She picked up the second "Yuan" mold, which was smoking from the heat. She pressed the branding iron firmly against his skin again. "Ugh...ugh..." Her underwear was clearly working its magic in his mouth. "Sizzle...sizzle..." Accompanied by Lu Kai's screams, the smell of burning flesh filled the room again. She waited a few seconds before removing the slightly cooled branding iron. The character "Yuan" was clearly visible. She then picked up the red-hot "Chun" mold. Tears streamed down Lu Kai's face.

"Sizzle...sizzle..." She pressed the branding iron firmly against his skin again. "Ugh...ugh..." The "Chun" mold was also applied.

Lu Kai was drenched in sweat; he was clearly in excruciating pain.

She picked up the red-hot "Luo" branding iron again, walked behind him, and pressed the smoking iron firmly against his buttocks.

"Sizzle... sizzle..." She seemed to revel in the sound. The iron paused for two seconds before being removed.

"Ugh... ugh..." Lu Kai wailed, offering himself to his master's pleasure.

He was left alone on the floor until the most painful moment passed... She made him clearly aware that he belonged to her, and that he would bear her mark for the rest of his life.

When he finally relaxed, Yuan Chun gave him some burn ointment.

Yuan Chun sat in the armchair and told him that she wanted him to lick her until she was completely satisfied. Despite the extreme pain, his penis became erect again. He knelt down and crawled with difficulty between her legs. She ran her fingers through his hair and commanded him to begin. He licked and sucked, his service more fervent than usual. His tongue probed deep into her genitals, each lick hot and powerful. The scent of her genitals, combined with the smell of burning flesh in the room, made him forget everything, and his licking grew faster and faster. The branding he had just endured and the lingering smell of burnt flesh in the room also excited her intensely. She pressed her hands firmly against his head, and with each twist of her hips, she desperately rubbed his head with her hands, feeling the lowly man's tongue, until a hot stream gushed from deep within her body onto his face… She came, it felt so good. With one last lick, he collapsed onto the floor.

Yuan Chun lingered in the armchair for nearly two minutes before getting up, leaving behind the healing medicine, and went upstairs. She instructed him to apply some every day for a week to help the wound heal as quickly as possible. A week later, the blisters and scabs had subsided, and the brand had completely healed. A set of half-centimeter-deep brand marks remained forever on Lu Kai's lower abdomen, and the character "罗" (Luo) remained forever on his buttocks.

He would never go to the public bathhouse again, and only he and she knew of its existence. It will remain hidden in his underwear forever, unless one day Luo Yuanchun finds it necessary to expose it to remind himself of his place and belonging.

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