I didn't sleep all night, and in the morning, I couldn't bring myself to look at my master's face. I kept my head down, my face burning with embarrassment, and there was still a slight pain in my private parts. My mind was filled with scenes of me and my master in bed. After washing up, my master had already prepared breakfast, but I couldn't eat anything. My heart felt heavy, overwhelmed with indescribable emotions. That year, I had just turned 22. In the beautiful city of Shenzhen, to escape marriage and for survival, I came here and gave my virginity to a 45-year-old man. My feelings were mixed; how should I walk the path ahead...
And so, I stayed at my master's house. It was less like working and more like being a kept mistress. Every night, I slept with my master, and during the day, I cleaned, watered the garden, pulled weeds, bought groceries, cooked, and did laundry. In my free time, my master had me look at many magazines and fashion pictures. He also took me out to buy lots of fashionable clothes, high-heeled shoes, jewelry, earrings, and necklaces that I liked. I never went to my master's company, and he rarely went there either. There was an assistant to the chairman managing the daily operations, who would come to report to my master when necessary. Sometimes, my master would go out alone, not to work but to have fun and meet friends. Since I arrived, my master went out to play much less often. During this time, I learned that my master was from Hong Kong and had an advertising company here, where he was the chairman. His family was in Hong Kong, and from what he told me, his marital relationship wasn't very good, so he didn't go back often. A month passed quickly, and my master gave me 5,000 yuan as salary. Although I was happy, I felt a bit embarrassed to take it because my master had already spent so much money buying things for me. I said I didn't want this month's salary and that it could count as paying him back for the clothes. My master said, 'Those were gifts from me. If you want to pay me back, even several times 5,000 yuan wouldn't be enough.' He chuckled and then said, 'Just work hard from now on and listen to me, okay?' I nodded gratefully...
One day, the master mentioned it was his birthday. At noon, he brought back a lot of food and asked me to drink with him. Knowing I couldn't drink, he poured me a glass of wine and said just one would do, then I could switch to a soft drink. After finishing the wine, I started on the drink he gave me. Soon, I felt my whole body heating up, my face burning and reddening, my heart racing, and I was short of breath, panting heavily. My chest was heaving, my breasts swelling, and an unbearable itchiness in my vagina. A desire surged from my lower abdomen to my chest, my hands involuntarily wanting to undo my clothes, craving some kind of comfort. My head was spinning. The master said I might have had too much to drink and helped me to bed to rest. In truth, the master had spiked the drink with an aphrodisiac. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, my sexual desire flaring up, my whole body restless and hot, my vagina already wet. My hands involuntarily reached inside. The master helped me undress and asked, 'Do you want it?'
At that moment, I was unbearably thirsty, begging the master to penetrate me, to the point of shamelessness. The master tied my hands behind my back, then bound my breasts up and down, making my full breasts appear even more prominent and voluptuous. Next, he folded my calves against my thighs and tied them together, then used a rope to spread my legs apart, leaving my vagina wide open and my body unable to twist anymore. The master found clamps and attached one to each nipple, then took a belt and began whipping my genital area. With each strike, my body convulsed, my breasts bouncing up and down uncontrollably. Whether it was pain or desire, I couldn't tell, only crying out. The master then gagged me with my own panties and wrapped tape around my mouth, silencing my cries. Tears streamed down my face. Whenever the master paused, I would writhe again, my inner self craving his lashes, which satisfied my desperate desires. I don't know how long it lasted or how many times I was struck, but I reached orgasm, my fluids soaking the lower half of my body and the bed sheet. Dazed, I fell asleep and didn't wake until evening, with the master lying beside me. Touching my vagina, it was still wet, itchy, and swollen. The master began to comfort me again, his vigorous thrusts bringing me to another climax. Finally, I took his semen into my mouth with my lips and swallowed it all...
From then on, the master often brought many SM videos for us to watch together. The scenes of bondage, hanging, and torture with chains and instruments made my blood boil with passion. My private parts were swollen for two weeks, making my walk strange. I dared not go out, and since it was summer, I also dared not wear underwear to avoid heat rash and infection. The master said that since no one would come home, I might as well stay naked. After watching the SM videos, I seemed psychologically able to accept this, so I followed the master's suggestion and stayed naked at home every day, which soon felt natural. From then on, my private parts became extremely sensitive, leaking fluids at the slightest movement, and I seemed to have become more lascivious myself. The master played with me anytime, anywhere, and I got used to it...
Soon, I became pregnant. The master said I should rest and recuperate, and that I could no longer do household chores. He wanted to transform me into the beautiful princess he desired. One day, the master brought a maid, and I no longer had to do anything. The master started giving me medicine and injections every day, all done by himself, claiming it was to increase my nutrition. Later, I found out that these injections and medicines were actually aphrodisiacs and lactagogues. One day, the master came back from outside and said that the situation was chaotic, with the police checking household registrations and temporary residence permits. Without a residence permit, I would be in trouble and could be taken away and detained. I was terrified and begged the master to find a solution for me, especially since I was now carrying his child. The master suggested that I move to the basement the next day and come back up after the situation calmed down. Thinking it was a good idea, I agreed without hesitation.
I followed the master's arrangement and moved into the basement. The master locked the door. He brought me meals at noon and in the afternoon, twice a day. I asked the master if the maid knew I was in the basement. The master said, 'I told her you left.' After two days in the basement, I couldn't take it anymore. The master said, 'Didn't you watch the SM videos? We can play SM games. That way, you'll find it easier to endure. I'll chain you up and make you my dog slave. I'm the master. To make our game successful, I can also give you an extra 5000 yuan each month. Consider it your payment for playing the SM role. Do you agree?' I thought the master's suggestion was great. This way, I wouldn't feel lonely. To be honest, I also wanted to experience the thrill of SM firsthand. The intense scenes excited me. Moreover, it increased my income, killing two birds with one stone. I agreed readily. Then, the master gave me a master-slave contract. It listed many requirements the master had for the slave, stating that the slave had no rights and must obey the master absolutely. After I signed it, I gave it back to the master. The master said, 'From now on, you are my slave, and I am your master. You must follow the contract's terms, or I will punish you.' I nodded and called out, 'Master, the slave understands.' The master said, 'Good, Yue Nu, kneel down now.'
'Yes, master,' I replied, and so I knelt before the master. The master brought out a dog collar he had prepared in advance and put it around my neck, then used a chain to lock me to a ring on the wall. Next, the master undressed me and said, 'After I leave, you can sleep.' Then he locked the door and left...