After a week in the hospital, I had mostly recovered. On the day the master picked me up from the hospital, he looked at me in my nightgown and softly told me, 'Yue Nu, you look absolutely stunning like this. I want to prepare an outfit that highlights your charm.' Then, I got into the car he was driving, and we arrived at a clothing store. The master picked out a black, stretchy, sleeveless V-neck dress for me. This dress had a zipper running from the neckline down to the waist. When I tried it on, it hugged my curves perfectly, making me look even more voluptuous and radiant.
After slipping into a pair of 8-centimeter high black patent leather high heels, my stomach appeared much flatter, with just a slight curve. The shiny, flesh-toned stockings accentuated the straight, sexy lines of my legs, while the tight dress emphasized my full, round, and perky breasts. As I walked, my breasts bounced up and down. The very low V-neck revealed a deep cleavage, and my large breasts seemed on the verge of bursting out. The ultra-short skirt only reached the top of my thighs, tightly hugging my plump, high-rising buttocks. With every twist of my slender waist, waves of my hips shimmered and swayed from side to side. Against the backdrop of the black dress, my skin looked even more fair, bright, and captivating. With a mix of confusion, melancholy, and excitement, I gazed at the master. Seeing my bewitching and sexy figure, he nodded in satisfaction and praised, 'Yue Nu, you are like a perfect piece of art. I want to possess you forever; you are my priceless private property...'
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Afterwards, the master took me to the tailor to have several custom outfits made. After lunch, we returned to the villa. The master said, 'To maintain the perfection of your current form, you must wear a corset, consume your specialized diet in measured amounts daily, and receive regular injections of lactogenic and aphrodisiac agents to keep your body sensitive, ensuring you can satisfy the master's needs at any time. Your body has already become quite debased; the sight of ropes and whips makes you wet with desire. You crave this, don't you? You need this kind of fulfillment.' I couldn't deny that all of this was true. Being tied up and whipped stimulated me, providing the satisfaction and pleasure I needed due to long-term sexual deprivation. The master then stripped me naked and took me to the basement, hanging me up with just my toes touching the ground, before vigorously whipping my entire body. Once again, I found fulfillment in my desires, completely releasing the torment of a week's worth of sexual deprivation. The master said, 'Seeing your plump flesh being whipped excites and satisfies me greatly.' When the master let me down, my body was covered in a fishnet pattern of whip marks. 'Moon Slave, after this miscarriage, your vagina has opened up, your labia have thickened, and your mons pubis has risen to a level that satisfies me. To maintain your sexual sensitivity, I must restrain you from masturbating. Without my command, you are not to touch your lower parts.' As the master spoke, he began to fasten the corset on me, then put a dog collar around my neck, followed by shackles on my feet. The chain between my feet was only 50 centimeters long. Then, he ordered me to kneel. There were rings on each of my ankles, connected by two chains to the rings on the back of my corset, locking them in place. I could no longer stand up, only kneel or lie down. My hands were locked to the rings in front of the collar, greatly restricting my freedom of movement. I couldn't even touch other parts of my body with my hands, and had to eat lying down, just like a dog. The master left, and I gazed wistfully at his tall, retreating figure.
The master still visits me every day, bringing food and whipping me. In the past, the basement was lit with a perpetual light, making the days more bearable. Now, after the master leaves, the light is turned off from the outside, leaving me in complete darkness. The anticipation of the master's arrival in the darkness is more intense and anxious than before. The master always locks me up like this, and in the darkness, my impatience grows, along with my sexual desires. I often let out loud moans of lust, sometimes in the dead of night, though I have no sense of time. Upon hearing, the master would come and whip me severely. Gradually, I've come to feel that the master's whipping is what my body craves, each time bringing me pleasure and satisfaction. Since then, a gag has been added to my attire. Thus, another two months passed.
During this period, the master took me out of the basement three times to the master's bedroom for intercourse and to sleep with the master. The master is very clean and insists on giving me an enema before anal intercourse. Due to the effects of prolactin, my breasts swell painfully every day, and since I cannot manually express the milk, I press them against the bed board to release the milk. As a result, the oilcloth on the bed is often soaked with my milk. Lying prone also causes friction against my genitalia, bringing wave after wave of orgasms, with fluids continuously gushing from below. By the end of the day, the oilcloth on the bed is never clean, and the entire basement is filled with a pungent, lustful odor. This has made the master somewhat displeased, with an extremely grim expression on the face.
One day, the master watched me as I knelt on the ground, my buttocks raised, eating my food, with fluids from my genitalia overflowing and continuously streaming down my thighs. The master called me a slutty bitch and said, 'I will punish you. From now on, you must eat your own fluids and your slutty milk, do you hear me? Yue Nu.' 'Yes, master, Nu Er begs for the master's punishment.'
At this moment, my heart is filled with anticipation for the master's punishment, my eyes gleaming with excitement and desire. 'Oh, it seems your submissive nature has fully developed. Can you not live without the master's punishment?' I replied, 'Yes, master, Nu Er cannot live without the master.' 'Then, will you never leave the master?' 'Yes, master, Nu Er will never leave the master unless the master abandons Nu Er.' 'I will brand you as my private slave, do you agree?' 'Nu Er obeys all the master's arrangements, willing to accept all the master's punishments and love, as long as it pleases the master, Nu Er will be very happy.' The master said, 'Yue Nu, quickly lick the fluids and milk off the bed clean.' Following the master's command, I licked and ate everything off the bed without leaving a trace. The master nodded in satisfaction and said, 'Truly a slutty bitch.'
I was still anticipating my master's punishment, but instead of whipping me, he put a gag in my mouth and left, shutting the door behind him. A feeling of loss and emptiness overwhelmed me, tears streaming down my face as I let out muffled sobs of pain...