My Path to Becoming a Married Woman ~ The Sex Slave Senior

I was very disappointed a while ago. I uploaded a compilation of many photos of my crush, which took a long time, but it wouldn't pass the review. I was extremely disappointed because I wanted to share it with everyone and also share my personal experience. This setback dampened my enthusiasm, but it's frustrating not to talk about my experience, so I'll continue writing about it.
My crush and I were in a passionate and respectful relationship. We loved each other deeply and needed each other a lot, but we knew we would eventually separate. Later, she became pregnant, and we rarely contacted each other, only occasionally asking about each other's lives on WeChat. After separating from my crush, I left my frontline position and moved to a management position in the sales department. I had a lot of power, managing many clients and having life-or-death power over the service providers. The senior colleague I met there, three years older than me (let's call her "sister"), was the only woman in the department and held many important positions, including being the leader's secretary. Since I had just joined, she was also one of my superiors. She was quite famous in the company. While my crush and her boyfriend were famous, she was also quite good, as she had joined earlier and was nicknamed "Little Beauty" when she first arrived. My senior classmate comes from a well-off family, is very arrogant, and has terrible communication skills—basically, she's incredibly domineering. As someone her age, I thought we should be easy to talk to, but she always puts on airs. However, she's pretty, so I tolerated it, haha. I tried to get along with her, intentionally or unintentionally, but my rejections were too obvious. She was the kind of person who clearly told you, "I know what you're thinking," but I couldn't help it; I'm thick-skinned, so I kept trying. She would always give me a disdainful snort, which made me furious. Then one time, I don't remember the specifics, she needed my help with something at work. After I helped her, I said, "Was it a waste of my time?" She offered to treat me to dinner, and I said no, but asked for a kiss instead. She gave me a very helpless look, as if to say, "Here we go again," and then snorted, "You look down on me, huh? Fine, go ahead and kiss me then." That made me incredibly awkward. Later, she left and went back to her office. I thought about it and went upstairs again. Damn, I was scared by her! As soon as I entered, she got a little nervous and asked me what I was doing there. I said, "You asked me to kiss you, how could I back down? That would be such a coward." Before she could react, I kissed her. After a few kisses, she unconsciously stuck out her tongue. Her lips were so soft. A stranger's French kiss was indeed very exciting. Then I went back to my office. Then my sister said, "Are you crazy? There are people outside." I said, "I can't help it, I just like you." Then she was still as awkward as ever, saying, "I don't like your type." Then we chatted for a while, becoming a little closer than usual. The next day, we went shopping and then sat in a coffee shop. Actually, we weren't very familiar with each other before, and we were relatively strangers. I had spent some time with her before. Then I said, "I want to kiss you again." She said, "Why? I really don't like you." I said, "I'll just kiss you once, and then I won't bother you anymore. Please grant my wish." She blushed and said, "What's wrong with a kiss?" So, we French kissed for almost the entire afternoon. Because she was particularly bad at talking and clearly indicated she didn't like me, I figured I'd just have my fun and move on. But women are truly emotional creatures. After that afternoon of kissing, the next day she started making small talk with me. Women are so interesting. Then, step by step, we naturally started kissing again, and when things got heated, we went to a hotel. The first time we went to a hotel was quite funny. When it was time to penetrate, she wouldn't let me. I asked why, and I thought she wasn't feeling well. She told me we hadn't used contraception. Seriously, I was already soaking wet, why worry about pregnancy? I just thrust in, and she was moaning with pleasure. While we were having sex, I asked her, "Why use contraception? It'll give me a baby." There was another incident: when I was doing foreplay, I kissed her feet. Back then, when I was with my crush, I always liked to lick her feet, so I did that to set the mood. When she was doing foreplay, she imitated me by licking my feet too. Haha, the first time we went to a hotel, she licked my feet! Is this still the pretentious senior I always was? When I was with my goddess, she licked me, but she was always hesitant or only when she was really into it. My senior, on the other hand, licked my feet the first time we were together. So much so that later, when we were together, I specifically trained her to lick feet. I would just lick her feet and then her anus, a whole series, and I wouldn't even move. Because her name has the character "Yu" (玉, meaning jade), I nicknamed her "Desire Slave." This woman, three years older than me and my boss, submitted to a strong, not-so-familiar man, becoming my sex slave. Later, going to hotels all the time became inconvenient and expensive, so I rented an apartment near my workplace for easier access and training. With her, there was less emotion and more excitement, especially because of her submission. This allowed me to fulfill many of the training a master would do for a sex slave. Because the first time we went to a hotel, she wouldn't let me penetrate her, saying she hadn't used contraception, we always had vaginal sex or oral sex, never using condoms. Just thinking about her mentioning contraception made me want to fuck her, haha, to the point that Desire Slave actually got pregnant…

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