It is not easy to write about these experiences. It took too long and only a few memorable fragments remain. Some of them are not written in depth and completely. They are all real experiences. Please don’t blame me for hurting your eyes.

2008.4 We chatted on QQ before and had some exchanges. We met on Wednesday and talked about each other's hobbies, our own hobbies, their hobbies, things they didn't like, and things they couldn't accept. The male protagonist also mentioned several possibilities. The main disagreement was about licking their anus and drinking urine for them, which I didn't quite accept, but if I didn't accept it, there seemed to be no need to continue playing. Later, we talked again on Friday, and I felt that since I came out to be a slave, there was no need to set too many rules myself. So I accepted some of his requests. I had to go home and change clothes before rushing over because I had an impromptu decision. I had something to do before I got off work, so I couldn't leave right away. During this period, the hostess kept calling me to urge me, asking when I could arrive. She said it was late and she would see how the host would deal with me.

I was looking forward to it but very nervous. I had never let go so much before, and my heart was beating wildly along the way.

It was already late in the lobby. I had to swipe my card to get into the elevator. I gave him a phone call. Someone passed by the elevator. I didn't mind. I said, "Dear master, my slave has arrived. Is it convenient for you now?" He said you have arrived and asked me to wait for a while. He came down. The lobby was very spacious, and there were only a few guests socializing or checking out at night. He came down within five minutes, and I could probably tell it was him. He is in his 40s, middle-aged+, dignified, wearing dark black trousers and a light-colored shirt. He looked me up and down. It was probably him, so I walked over to say hello.

He asked: "Is that you?"

Me: "Yes, hello, I'm a slave."

He was still looking at me when the elevator arrived.

In the elevator, I was hesitant about whether to kneel down or whether to say something to have some interaction. My previous experience was always so confusing.

He asked me how many times I had played it, and I hesitated and said twice. Which times he said, I couldn't tell (I had never played this kind of game before).

He was dubious and told me directly. The elevator saved me when I was embarrassed. arrive. On the 7th floor, the elevator closed behind me, it was very quiet, and the corridor made time longer.

Electronic sound, the door opened.

On the way here, I was thinking about what the heroine who urged me looked like. She should be ready for this training session in the room, as well as my opening remarks, introduction, hobbies, etc., how to leave an impression on her. Unexpectedly, the door opened! ! She actually knelt naked behind the door, wearing a blindfold and reflexively shrank back behind the door. Her breasts were very white and hung very attractively. The male master knew that I liked the visual stimulation of stockings, so she wore very thin stockings beforehand. Her round buttocks were reflected in the warm yellow light. She followed the male master's feet neatly. Although she is not a strict heroine, the series of pictures composed of this scene under the light made my heart skip a beat while watching it all. The male master asked me to strip naked at the entrance. I took off all my clothes and crawled from the entrance to the male master's feet, listening to his instructions.

Because she arrived late, the male protagonist deliberately asked her how to punish the bitch, but the female protagonist didn't speak and I couldn't see her expression.

The male protagonist began to take off his clothes. Following his instructions, I (knelt down) took off the male protagonist’s leather shoes and trousers, and then finished taking off the shoes. He wanted me to lick his toes, but I wanted to refuse, but I had to save face for him as a lady was around. He pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head without saying anything. The male protagonist was slightly unhappy, but he did not become angry because of it. When I was taking off his trousers, the male protagonist asked the female companion: How many minutes will he be late? The female protagonist said: xx minutes. Male protagonist: If you are late for one minute, you will be whipped, and you will be whipped hard. Then she told me that when she was spanking, I had to count the number. I obeyed the order and knelt down, and the mistress started to slap me on my back. The whip was already prepared. The mistress was very soft-hearted and the whipping was not heavy. Every time I was spanked, I said thank you, master, in a specific tone. Later, when I was halfway through about 20 strokes, the male lead walked around me, like an invisible pressure, the air solidified.

The man of the house took the whip and started whipping it himself. Being whipped by the male protagonist is indeed different from the understatement of the female protagonist. The force of the whip is profound. The whip fell on my back and shoulders, and the whip followed the inertia and whipped over, whistling on my ribs.

I counted the numbers and said thank you sincerely: Thank you master for the reward, thank you. While reflecting on his own sins: it was the slave's fault.

This slave who knelt at the feet of the male master and was beaten and trembling with fear, this bitch who knelt at the feet of the male master and was whipped by him while reflecting and saying thanks all the time, is the real me. . .

After the whip was done, he threw the whip on the ground and took off his underwear. The underwear lay flat on the palm of his hand and he pointed at the crotch of his underwear. I didn't understand his intention. The male master said, "Smell it hard." I came back to my senses. I came closer obscenely, put my nose close, took a deep breath, and sniffed the crotch of his underwear without caring about manners. He looked at my obscene expression and was not surprised, and threw the underwear in my face with contempt. I held it and smelled the underwear he had worn all day long. It actually had no smell, but it actually made me despicable. At this time, the mistress was ready. She was half sitting and half leaning on the edge of the bed to fuck her. I put her underwear aside and started licking her feet.

The stockings are very thin. After all, there is a layer of stockings between them.

But she was very involved. After about fifteen minutes, she entered the state, and the sound of sucking kept coming.

I licked her feet and couldn't help but make a sucking and moaning sound (cooperating, fake). The male protagonist misunderstood that I had entered the state. I just cooperated with the atmosphere and needed to give me some time. I was not humiliated enough. Once you become a slave, you often cannot choose the process of entering the state. You must control the state by yourself. He laid me flat on the ground and sat on my face in a half-crouch. (The sense of humiliation is a very nihilistic but real psychological state. It is relatively slow to enter when playing in real life. There are many slaves who are easier to enter the state than me. It takes me longer to transform my desires into accumulating servility. When I have not reached a certain level of servility accumulation, I rely on my own control.) I did not expect him to be so anxious. Although there was communication, I mistakenly thought that rimming was a relatively late step, but for them, serving them and adding to their entertainment is the main course.

I watched his butt move closer to my face, and the folds around his eyes. When we first communicated, he said he would leave it for me to lick clean. This made me very excited. When I returned to reality, I did this for the first time, but because of the smell, there was a huge psychological gap and I was really resistant. After his big butt was firmly seated, my whole face was pressed, and his asshole began to rub against my mouth and nose. I couldn't avoid it, and instinctively pursed my mouth tightly. This was my last line of defense. He said: "Where's your tongue, lick it." . "No, I can't lick.", I really can't. During the stalemate, his eyes seemed to be searching for something. Every one of his anal hairs were rubbing against my face, as if he was pressed against the wall by the male owner. His asshole was like a passionate lips, kissing me fiercely; his eyes were widening, sucking on the tip of my nostrils; those wrinkles were teasing my lips. . . . I feel sorry, I resisted, I can't resist, just admit it. The lips parted, and the tongue responded to his vagina, moistening and licking circles around his folds. During this period, he only raised his butt a few times to let me breathe. His movements became mechanical and agile, and he hummed in excitement. He sucked it deep into the core of Yumen, and even licked a small hard nugget. I know what it is. This is also a bit of a stalemate in our previous exchanges. . . . . . I didn't want to, the tongue was already involved, going deeper and deeper. I didn't want to, but I still closed my eyes and compromised.

After licking it, he immediately got up from my face and went to the bathroom to rinse.

The heavy pressure on my face was suddenly lifted away, and I was suddenly at a loss. I got up and knelt down, panting.

When he came back, he asked me what it smelled like. Fragrant or not. I said incense against my will and said thank you to the master. The heroine was watching from the side and I didn't pay attention to her expression.

He took out a bottle on the table. The bottom has been cut. Let me hold the bottle in my mouth. No wonder the heroine was taking a sip of water just now.

At this moment, am I going to drink their holy water? !

He stood with his legs spread apart, and I crawled onto my knees in front of the male master's crotch. I raised my head and held the bottle upright in my mouth. He adjusted his kneeling position facing the male master's sacred object. The bottle was green and transparent.

"Are you ready?" "Ready," I whispered. The line of sight is completely blocked by the bottle, and you can see the water flowing on the bottle.

The male owner urinates very quickly. It seemed that I was really treated as a human urinal, and I swallowed it while taking it. The body of the bottle covered up the color of his holy water. The 500 ml green bottle became fuller and fuller as I peeed, and I couldn't swallow it anymore. There is still 1/3 in the bottle. I started to feel nauseated and had a physiological reaction, but I didn't dare. I was in a dilemma.

The male host said condescendingly: "Drink."

My servility was interrupted by this rhythm, and I suddenly felt aggrieved.

"Bitch, drink"

The sudden stern order made me suddenly wake up: kneeling here is not a joke. I vowed to drink the male master's urine, why did I agree to this? Do you know that I am here to be a slave? Kneeling here at this moment is to serve him/her. Why couldn't I even make a urinal well? I was shocked to realize that I wasn't doing a good enough job. My body was nervous and shaking like someone who had done something wrong.

Under the gaze of the two of them, I slavishly asked me to follow the instruction to drink urine, and swallowed all the remaining holy water.

"Have you finished drinking?" The male protagonist thought I only held it in my mouth but didn't swallow it.

I opened the bottle and opened my mouth for the male protagonist to check. The full bottle of holy water just entered my body. The male protagonist hummed and didn't say anything, probably because he was satisfied.

The heroine looked on stunned.

"Drink from your mistress."

It turns out there is still one, so I hold the bottle again.转跪到她的胯下，她有点不好意思但却笑着分开了腿。 Ask me gently if I am ready. I had half given up in my heart, holding the bottle in my mouth and nodding slightly. The urine beads began to scatter on the bottle wall, and the urine became faster and faster. Her urine had a different smell. It was different from the male protagonist’s holy water, so I accepted it. The heroine took longer to urinate than before. I swallowed half of it, but there was still half a bottle on top. I couldn't seem to finish it. My stomach began to feel uncomfortable again, and what I drank in my mouth overflowed from my mouth. Choking. Coughing constantly. I was so scared that I wasted the efforts of the two masters.漏出来了是对他们的不恭敬，男主看了我喝女主人的尿的表现，很不满意，说我真是没用连尿都喝不好。

The hostess knew my predicament and didn't blame me. She patted me on the back.

After getting permission I crawled to the bathroom and rinsed myself off, I kept brushing my teeth while looking at myself in the mirror. It turns out that this is what it means to be the urinal of the hero and heroine. What it feels like to be used so recklessly without any self-respect. Am I a dragon lover? Is it what I expected before.

I just wanted to be alone for a while. When I came out, I felt that I was okay, so I crawled back to my original position on my knees.

After I came back and knelt down, the male protagonist saw that I was a novice and was worried that my mood would fluctuate. If one party quits, it would not be so good. He asked me tentatively: What did the urine smell like just now?当时双商下降得厉害，现在回想起来太糟糕了，我细致依实描述了他们圣水的味道，分析其中的区别。 During their refractory period after having sex, we talked about how we felt about having sex with each other just now. I had another answer that was even worse than this. He was so serious and I was so tight that I even laughed. I won’t go into details, but as a slave, it’s right to be sweeter and considerate more.

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The male protagonist led me to an empty space next to the big table. He stroked his penis a few times and asked to see how my oral skills were. Just now, it was okay to drink urine from a distance, but now, the color of the gift is dark red,

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It was the first time I had ever been so close.

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我从大学开始才接触到这些，她已经走过很长的路了，厌倦了一对一的调教（不是这一对），普通的调教司空见惯。 Having a male slave serve her man makes her even more excited. I know the existence of her lover, who exists in daily life, is rarely mentioned, and is someone I have never met. If you want to get closer to her, you must learn to accept this form, this is the only way. But she never forced me to accept any of this, nor did she ask me to do so. . She repeatedly confirmed with me: Have you ever thought about the consequences of serving them in this capacity (too many temptations from the outside world, whether you are sincere and long-term), and she does not want me to be just impulsive or just for excitement. Under the instruction, I greet her husband (boyfriend) every morning and evening. I am still too young, but one day it will fall into place. She has taught me a lot and made me understand that what they need is service. Devotion, a dedicated slave to complete (sacrifice, give yourself), if I choose this path, I must forget my gender dignity, I may never be able to lift my head under their crotch; even if I am tortured by desire, I will no longer enjoy the joy and freedom of orgasm, I must first serve them to their satisfaction. Satisfaction inside and outside sex is the goal of being a slave, in order to exchange for the bliss of humiliation.四年半多接近五年的时间里，我每天都离这个目标距离近一点、近一点、近一点，奴性渐长像一个黑洞。 Suddenly one day, I knelt at the feet of this middle-aged couple, and his big gift went straight into my mouth, rubbing against my tongue and throat, and pressing against my heart.

I actually had an erection, just like in a dream. In order to serve them, I agreed to every harsh condition he made. I agreed to accept their urine with my mouth, agreed to drink all their urine, agreed to clean their anuses, and begged humbly during the communication. I catered to him and served him under his crotch. I suddenly understood that drinking urine and licking the anus was no longer a humiliation. It was an opportunity they gave me, a gift to me, and it was my honor.

I sucked at a loss.

After licking for a while, the mistress also came over. The mistress and I knelt on the ground together, serving the entire gift of the man. The heroine is very familiar with it. Her breasts swayed with the rhythm of her head. It was too tempting to take care of it. Below me, my tongue went up to explore the male master's testicles and licked along the line of the scrotum. I don’t know if the male master is on the edge of bliss at this moment. He walked towards the edge of the bed, and the heroine and I knelt, crawled and moved with his big favor without leaving our mouths. She was instinctive and I was afraid of making a mistake. He asked the heroine to lie on the bed, took off the condom and put on the condom. When the penis went in, the intellectual and mature heroine couldn't help but groaned. The male master was not too sympathetic to the beauty. I thrust hard, got under their crotches, and licked the joint in time with the rhythm. After the heroine and the hero thrust for a while, I used pillows to raise the heroine's ass, so that I could explore the edge of their coupling in the small space under their crotches. The moans made by the hostess were very hooking, and the water and foam kept oozing out. The male host would occasionally pull out the big penis and put it in front of my mouth. I knew exactly what to do, took it into my mouth and waited. On this special night, the crotch was filled with the smell of his/her sex, the overflowing love juice, the sound of the buttocks touching, the hostess's moans, and the sound of the male host's testicles hitting my cheek. 30 minutes later, the heroine was straddling her. The screams became more frequent. I couldn't grasp the rhythm and there was no room. The hero pointed to the floor and asked me to step down. He knelt down under the bed and waited. The heroine's body and breasts were shaking together, neither up nor down. One hand was holding the hero's hand to support her body. The hero's breathing gradually became heavier. The hero climaxed.

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Supplement: Meetings on QQ are not random, things can be finalized within a week, and the right timing is also very important (during the window period, a pair of g****zhou owners have been following up, but there is no room for relaxation in their attitudes, strange gameplay, and more stringent conditions). Half of it is fate. (The hotel where he stayed was very close to my company, and when we talked, we discovered that we actually belonged to different departments under the same department. After the matter was settled, he ridiculed and ridiculed my position (this cannot be applied casually, when he said this, my self-esteem defense had collapsed), which hit an itch in my heart.

工作中也不是那种会犯错的人，实习时去市里汇报(不是现在城市)，进度非常赶，一度以为机会轮到我了没意识到严重，被更高职级的男性领导训斥到接近下班时间③，内心想解释到了嘴边只能先一项一项地致歉，致歉是不够的，他要的是我认错的姿态，挨训是常态。 The most difficult thing is to bow his head and admit his mistakes. Right or wrong depends on his will. The progress depends on the degree of leaning down. The progress is stuck here.

From embarrassment and anxiety to pandering and depression.

At night, the other me found balance through another way of admitting my mistakes and being punished.

The male protagonist was basically respectful during the process, and his words were moderate. Before training, he will let you know what he expects from you. There are some things that need to be understood and remembered in the process. This is not the most tortured and difficult experience, nor is it the most servile one. It is the first time, so I will write it down.

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Note ①: I was released only once with permission, but after my release I had to face the wall in a specific posture and not touch the wall while kneeling for a long time. Kneeling, I reflected on my sins and recorded them with pen and paper. Looking back now, there were so many mistakes and I feel so ashamed that I don’t need to list in writing what I know in my heart. 注②：商议前是射进我嘴里，但口后，男主知道裹在女主嘴里更舒服，女主接了。 Then he spit it in my mouth and I caught it all. Note ③: To add to the last point above, the team leader who went with me every time was a senior who was a few years older than me. When I was being trained for the first time, he immediately came out to take the blame for me. I was very touched at the time. I am a reserved person and never have the opportunity to say thank you. Say thank you here.