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Training Qinu 

Qinu finally could not resist the temptation of desire and curiosity. She went to see her master and prepared to truly kneel at his feet and become a real slave, a private sex slave of her master, to enjoy spiritual liberation and physical pleasure. When this thought truly formed in her heart and when she truly made up her mind, Qinu's desire for her master became stronger and more urgent. She desperately wanted to see her master whom she had been longing for day and night and experience that kind of thrill.
To make their first meeting perfect and to give her master a better first impression, Qinu put a lot of thought and effort into preparing, purchasing clothing based on her master's preferences.

Stockings and high heels were a must, as were her master's favorite bra and thong. Qinu also carefully considered and added other items herself, hoping her master would feel her sincerity and like her even more because of it.
The less than one-hour drive did not diminish Qinu's enthusiasm in the slightest; on the contrary, as they approached their destination, her physical urges became increasingly pronounced. Qinu had never been so eagerly anticipating anything to the point of being unable to control herself.

To make her master feel her respect and reverence, Qinu specially chose to stay at the best five-star hotel in the area. Although she had stayed in countless five-star hotels, this time, Qinu felt differently; everything here had become so sensual.
Qi Nu suppressed her excitement, opened the door with trembling hands, and immediately took out her phone to text her master to let him know she had arrived and gave him her room number.

At that moment, Qi Nu's mind was blank. The meeting scene she had imagined so many times while shopping for clothes was completely forgotten. Qi Nu didn't even know how to face her master—should she stand or kneel? Should she exchange pleasantries first or immediately get into character?
Ten minutes of waiting felt incredibly long. Just as Qinu was lost in thought, waiting for her master to knock, her phone rang. It was a text from her master: "Open the door ajar, then kneel inside and wait for your master."

Seeing the text, Qinu's heart clenched. Her master must already be at the hotel, perhaps even outside. She had initially thought her master would give her some time to adjust, but she hadn't expected to be asked to get into character before even seeing him. But this was for the best; it saved Qinu a lot of hesitation. Deep down, wasn't this kind of domineering control from her master exactly what she longed for?
Qinu took a deep breath and gently opened the door, but ultimately did not have the courage to go out and see. She quietly turned back and went into the room. After hesitating for a moment, she finally knelt down. At that moment, even though her master was not there, Qinu still felt a complex feeling mixed with humiliation and excitement.
The owner stood outside the door, deliberately waiting three minutes after hearing the door open, just to give Qinu some time. Only after estimating Qinu's readiness did the owner open the door.

At that moment, all the communication and interaction over the past few days had moved the owner deeply. The owner gently closed the door and entered the room. It was a spacious double room. Qinu was clearly a thoughtful person; even though it was daytime, the curtains weren't drawn, and the lights were on, casting a warm, soft glow.
The moment the master entered, he saw Qinu kneeling at the foot of the bed. Perhaps a little shy, Qinu was practically prostrate on the floor, her head buried between her hands. The master didn't rush to speak, but instead observed the layout of the room before sitting down on the sofa and quietly watching Qinu.

Although the master had told Qinu not to wear perfume for the time being, due to her work habits, even though she hadn't used any in the morning, a faint scent still lingered on her body. The master preferred this subtle, delicate fragrance. Strong perfume often indicated a woman's flamboyance, restlessness, and lack of confidence; elegant and reserved women often used only a light, barely-there perfume to complement their confident charm.

Qinu wore a business suit, clearly carefully chosen. Since it was winter, she wore high-heeled boots. Because of her kneeling posture, her chest wasn't visible, but her rounded buttocks were fully exposed. The short skirt couldn't contain her full thighs, and her black stockings added a touch of visual allure.
The master observed Qinu quietly for a full three minutes. Qinu didn't dare, or perhaps was too embarrassed, to look up at her master. The moment her master entered, Qinu was filled with inner conflict, unsure of what she was doing, and even considered running away. But at that moment, she had no way out and could only silently await her master's instructions.

Three minutes, though short, felt incredibly long to Qinu. She felt her body heating up, and her face must have turned red.
"look up!"
Qinu was startled. She hadn't expected her master's first words to be so simple and powerful. Qinu hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her head, but still dared not look her master in the eye. She had never felt such shame before. Because of her work, almost everyone treated her with great respect, and her lonely heart rarely had a chance to vent. The longing for a different life and different feelings often tormented Qinu's heart. It was precisely for this reason that Qinu craved to be humiliated, to kneel at her feet. And now, all of this was real, right before her eyes, yet Qinu felt as if she were in a dream.
Qinu felt her master stand up. Yes, although Qinu only dared to stare at the small patch of carpet between her hands, she could still hear the sound of her master standing up. And at this moment, her master's leather shoes had already appeared on that small patch of carpet. Qinu was now truly kneeling at her master's feet.
The master bent down and lifted Qinu's chin, revealing a fair face. Qinu looked much younger than her actual age; if he saw her on the street, he would be more inclined to believe she was a woman in her early thirties than a mature woman past thirty. This was mainly due to Qinu's comfortable financial situation and meticulous skincare.

The master liked this kind of mature woman—experienced yet youthful-looking. He wasn't judging by appearances, but rather felt it reflected Qinu's lifestyle and positive attitude.

He appreciated the essence beneath the outward appearance. Qinu's gaze remained wandering, avoiding direct eye contact. The master stared at her silently. Qinu finally couldn't control her curiosity and glanced at him, but when she saw his unwavering gaze, she felt fear and quickly looked away. The complex situation and feelings were truly difficult to describe.
"Speak," the master commanded Qinu.
"Master...Master," Qinu murmured softly and weakly, but when she mustered the courage to say those words, she felt as if a clear spring was flowing through her heart. That pleasant feeling gradually spread and slowly nourished Qinu's body, allowing her to relax and gradually build up her courage. Finally, Qinu was able to face her master with courage.
In fact, before this, Qinu and her master had never met. For each other's safety, they hadn't even video chatted or exchanged photos. Qinu had fantasized countless times about her master's appearance, but unfortunately, it was always blurry; she could never clearly imagine his face.

But at this moment, it all became reality. Her master's face finally appeared clearly before Qinu's eyes. He was younger than she had imagined, which made Qinu somewhat embarrassed. She had never thought she would kneel before a man more than ten years younger than herself, and yet this was actually happening to her—it was unbelievable. While marveling at her master's charm, she couldn't help but ask herself, was she really that despicable?

The thought that even she herself had involuntarily used that word to describe herself stirred a strange excitement within Qinu. Perhaps Qinu had always longed for this moment.
The master put Qinu down and turned back to sit on the sofa. With the master's command to "come here," Qinu involuntarily crawled on her knees to follow behind him. The soft, thick carpet didn't cause much trouble for Qinu's knees. On the contrary, Qinu had a wonderful feeling. The feeling of release made Qinu feel very relaxed. In real life, wearing a hypocritical mask to greet and see off people left Qinu physically and mentally exhausted. Although she was respected, no one confided in her. That loneliness made Qinu tired. The constraints of the mask made Qinu yearn for liberation and to be her true self again. Today, all of this could be realized. Qinu's body and mind were in a state of extreme excitement. She could even feel the wetness in her lower body.
"Take off your coat!" The master's command was brief but forceful, filling Qinu with fear.
Qinu hesitated slightly, but still straightened her upper body and gently unbuttoned the jacket. The business suit jacket only had one button, which was easy to unbutton and take off. Then Qinu began to bend down to take off her skirt. Because she was kneeling to take it off, she was not used to it. Fortunately, it was a skirt, which was easier to take off than pants. However, before Qinu could put the skirt down, her master spoke again.
"Do you consider a shirt to be underwear?"
Qinu was somewhat puzzled. She glanced at her master, but immediately understood his intention. He wanted Qinu to take off her shirt, leaving her only in her underwear. She really wanted to show him her body. Qinu had been looking forward to this for a long time, but when the moment finally arrived, she was still a little shy. Could she really show her body to a young man she had only met for less than half an hour? Had she really degraded herself to this extent?

Despite her hesitation, Qinu slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Because she had always taken care of herself, Qinu was confident in her body. However, her master showed no reaction when he saw Qinu's fair skin and the cleavage between her breasts. This made Qinu somewhat disappointed. She suddenly felt that she was really so degraded. Perhaps only by truly bowing down could she truly become a noble slave.
In fact, when the master saw Qinu's body, he admired how well she had maintained it. However, as the master, he could not freely express his opinions in front of his slave. Mystery often established authority and was more alluring. The master knew the art of tension and relaxation, so he would let Qinu calm down when she was proud and give her appropriate encouragement when she was discouraged.
The master looked at Qinu expressionlessly and suddenly asked: Who are you?
At first, Qinu was a little confused, but she quickly understood her master's intention. However, Qinu was still hesitant. Even though she felt ashamed of herself, she hesitated when it came to actually saying it. But time was of the essence, and how could she not answer her master's question?
I am Qinu, Master. Qinu herself felt that her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Suddenly, a sharp slap rang out. Qinu felt a heat on her face; it was her master's hand. Qinu instinctively covered her face, startled. She wanted to look up at her master, but dared not meet his sharp gaze. So she bent down and knelt down again, waiting for her master's reprimand.
"Who are you?" the master asked again.
"I am Qinu." Qinu thought her master was scolding her for speaking too softly, so she mustered her courage and spoke loudly. Unexpectedly, another slap came. Qinu had never been hit before, let alone slapped. An unprecedented sense of injustice welled up inside her, and tears streamed down her face.
Whose sweetheart are you?
Ah! Qinu finally understood her master's meaning, and quickly prostrated herself on the ground, sobbing, "I am your Qinu, master, please forgive me."

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