Senior sister's shoe sole, junior brother's paradise

Preface

This is a story about severe SM. The work contains toilet slavery and bloody content; please do not read if you feel uncomfortable. Some chapters include footnotes that specifically describe the SM practices, tools, and techniques used, supported by personal experiences of the author and the author's friends to verify their feasibility. The footnotes may include nude images, so please read selectively. Any suggestions or comments are very welcome.

Thursday, March 23

I was quite surprised when I saw the chastity lock Wei Qi was wearing on his lower body in the dorm bathroom. The graduate dorms at school are all double rooms with private bathrooms—my roommate is Wei Qi. Today, shortly after I left the dorm to get something, I opened the bathroom door and saw Wei Qi carefully cleaning the dirt inside his chastity lock. I knew Wei Qi was interested in these strange things, but I didn't expect him to actually play with it himself. I also knew about chastity locks, but the all-metal chastity lock he wore looked smaller than any CB-3000 or similar lock I'd seen before. He froze awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I teased with a fun and excitement attitude, "Hmm, interesting, you even got a lock to wear." Then he turned and closed the door, leaving to avoid any awkwardness. Thinking back, Wei Qi is really quite an interesting person. I'm already in my third year after my postgraduate recommendation at my school, and he's a freshman from another university. We're both graduate students in civil engineering, but he's in geotechnical mechanics and I in structural mechanics. Our labs are located in two corners of the campus, so apart from the dorm, we rarely see each other. He's heard his family is pretty well-off. He's not particularly handsome, but for an engineering department like civil engineering, he's pretty good. Plus, he's 1.8 meters tall, so there should be plenty of girls who like him; But Wei Qi has always been single. He actually carries a chastity lock—something I've only occasionally seen in adult films—which completely surprised me. I recalled that half a year ago, shortly after he moved into the dorm, when he copied adult videos from me to watch, he happened to open a video showing a female S controlling the chastity of a male M, and at the time he said, "So you like this kind of AV too?" "I actually just learned about the existence of chastity locks at the time, but I didn't want to look inexperienced, so I replied, "I'm a bit interested, I guess." I have several similar videos here, do you want them? Wei Qi then scooped away a series of adult videos. Besides chastity control, those videos also included whipping and similar content, and the whipping was so bloody it was almost bloody—at first I thought the flavor was too heavy to accept, and I wondered if Wei Qi had finished watching it after being copied back. Maybe it's just that guys are naturally interested in sexy things, so I spent the whole day wondering if Wei Qi had found a girl to put a chastity lock on him. For Wei Qi, finding a girlfriend wasn't difficult; But playing chastity control was a bit interesting. If he didn't have a girlfriend, could he have bought a chastity lock on Taobao to try it on and then hand the key to someone else? Although I had a slight curiosity thought, I never really dared to actually put it into practice. I decided to go back to the dorm tonight and ask him what he was up to. When I returned to the dorm that night, Wei Qi was already in his room. I didn't say a word until after lights out and the two of us lay down on the bed, then I asked Wei Qi, "Do you want to tell me the story of your chastity lock?" Wei Qi was obviously very embarrassed, and he answered awkwardly, 'Uh... that was bought by me.' That answer was clearly too brief. I continued to ask him, 'So how long have you been locked up?' He replied, 'From last Sunday till now, more than four days.' 'How does it feel?' 'Uh... I can't sleep at night at all... I often wake up in pain. Morning erections hurt especially bad.' I continued to ask him, 'So, you have the key yourself? No one else is keeping it for you?' 'Yeah, that's right...' 'No way. If you had the key yourself, you would have definitely unlocked it to clean it yourself. There’s no need to wash it like you did this morning.' When pointing out a flaw, I was this straightforward. Wei Qi stammered, 'I... really...' I interrupted him, 'Come on, just tell me. Did you ask a girl to keep it for you? It’s okay, you know, I’m kind of curious to try it myself too.' 'Actually... I asked a female S. You should understand what I mean, right?' 'Wow... Did you find her online? Or did you know her already?' 'Uh... let's say I met her in a group.' 'She wasn’t charging you, right?' 'Uh. Actually, she did charge.' 'Like a few hundred bucks an hour? I’ve only heard others talk about that before...' 'No. She’s not a professional female S who makes a living being an S...' 'Then what kind is she?' 'It’s just... she’s not short of money. She says she charges to filter out men with bad manners. She selects the M she wants to play with, and only if they match her taste will she take them, and a session can last a week or even a month...' 'That’s insane?' 'Yeah.' She said she only meets two or three Ms a year, and some come from out of town after getting along well. And she said the fees might only cover setting up the venue and buying supplies. ""That's pretty high-end, Wei Qi." "Haha, right, she said she's a senior who graduated from our school." "Whoa! That's great. That's definitely better than those so-called female S girls who don't know where to come from. But didn't you say she wanted to spend a whole week at a time?" "So at first, I just went to her place and chatted with her face to face. We got along quite well, and we both planned to give it a try. After playing a bit of the basics there, she immediately took out a brand new chastity lock for me to wear, saying it would test me for three months, and during the holidays, if I decided I wanted to play, I'd go to her place and be imprisoned for a week or two. "Awesome! Looks like she's really not short of money—she just took out a lock for you." "Hahahaha. By the way, Dong-ge, why don't you help me film when the time comes? After all, you don't have to stay in the lab every day during the holidays. I wanted to record a video as a keepsake." "I thought this wasn't very reliable, so I asked, "Will she agree to be recorded?" "She probably would, since she doesn't need to show her face. I'll ask again." "Sure." I have no reason to refuse the chance to watch AV for free on site. "My taste might be even stronger than you imagine, so just don't get scared then." Hearing Wei Qi say this, I started to look forward to it.

Saturday, May 8

That night, while lying in bed, Wei Qi told me he was going to find his S again the next day. "She told me to go to her place to see if I was obediently wearing the lock properly." Actually, Wei Qi had never taken off the chastity lock he was wearing—because even through his underwear, I could clearly see he was still wearing it. So, he should be able to satisfy his owner. I asked him, "I heard that if you wear a lock for a long time, your penis gets smaller. Do you feel it?" He said, "A little, I guess." But with the lock on, you can't get fully erect, so I don't know if the size will shrink when you're hard. But...... It's really uncomfortable to hold in. "If it gets smaller, will you regret it?" "It's okay. I heard it doesn't get much smaller either. "I still couldn't help but ask, "How have you managed to get through these past month?" "Have you really never masturbated?" "No, wearing this thing, how could I possibly?" "I don't even dare to get hard, or it would hurt. But now I'm used to it, even morning erections have basically disappeared...... "Still can't sleep well every day?" ""It's a bit better, but I still wake up often." "Oh, okay, then go to sleep quickly. Remember to tell me what you played with when you come back tomorrow." ”

Sunday, May 9

Wei Qi left at noon and didn't return to the dorm until after eight in the evening. As soon as he entered the dorm, he sat down on the bed. I asked curiously, "Come on, tell me, what do you all go to do with yourself?" "Uh...... She unlocked me and then made me hard with her shoes. I originally thought she was going to make me cum once. But she actually told me not to cum, then took out an even smaller lock for me, saying it would make my dick smaller and less useless. "Hahaha, bro, you're really unlucky. She really has a lot of tricks. Have you played anything else before? For example...... Uh...... Foot fetishism or something? "Just after you finish me, make me lick my shoes clean." Nothing else. "Didn't you kneel in front of her?" "Of course I did. I have to kneel as soon as I walk in." "Oh, oh, alright. Do you feel good?" "It's okay." Wei Qi said that, but his tone showed he was actually quite satisfied with today's meeting. "So, are you sure you're going to her place for summer vacation?" I continued to ask. "Yeah. I even told her to go record the video. She agreed. "You really agreed? Alright, I'll go then. I thought for a moment and then asked, "By the way, is there any introduction of her?" I want to see who she really is. "Her FetLife page has a description of it. I'll find it and you can see for yourself." I leaned over to his phone to check. Besides words like "strip away your dignity" and "unleash your true nature," which all S use, there was another sentence: "It won't cause you permanent serious harm, but there are absolutely no taboos beyond that." "I want to find the most extreme, utterly taboo M—no safeword, no bottom line, let me use every possible means to completely destroy you, to make you wish you were dead." It really does sound vicious. Thinking about what Wei Qi said—that the S graduated from our school—makes it even more intriguing: our school actually produced a female S with such extreme tastes. I must go see her during the summer vacation.

Thursday, July 6

Summer vacation is approaching. Wei Qi has also confirmed that he will stay in that woman's dungeon for a full two weeks. The final confirmed start time is Tuesday evening next week. He has already received several packages in a row, saying that he bought things to take with him. He won't show me, only opens the outermost box, and stuffs the inner packaging directly into his suitcase. He complains about him being secretive, but I can't help getting more and more excited. We agreed that he will be completely confined there for two weeks, but I can go back to the dorm to sleep every night and only go there when they actually start the training. Wei Qi said that filming with a phone results in terrible quality, so he considered renting a professional camera from a rental place. We looked online, and the daily rental fee wasn't cheap; renting for two weeks would cost several thousand yuan, so he decided to spend more than twenty thousand yuan to buy a second-hand professional camera set and also got a tripod, saying, 'At worst, I can sell it after filming; I won't lose much money.' As a poor graduate student, I couldn't help but sincerely marvel at how rich he is. After getting the camera Wei Qi bought, I fiddled with it for a while before learning how to use it. Luckily, I had a lot of experience with DSLRs before, so it wasn't too difficult. Since Wei Qi had prepared such good equipment, I resolved to carefully capture every scene for him. In just a few days, I will be able to watch SM live on site.

Tuesday, July 11

Finally, that night, Wei Qi dragged a large suitcase while I carried the camera he bought, and we left the school together. The school was originally in the west of the city, and we were heading even further west. I followed Wei Qi all the way until we reached a seemingly luxurious residential area on the edge of the city called 'Songtao Yalu.' After entering the community, I followed Wei Qi into a building, and on the third floor, he gently knocked on a door. I was a bit nervous—this was my first time meeting a real female S. How should I greet her? Before I had time to think too much, the door opened. The moment I saw the person opening the door, I was stunned. The woman in front of me was none other than Wu Xiaohan—the goddess I had pursued when I first entered college. Although it had been four or five years since we last met, her graceful face was just as I remembered, and I could recognize her immediately. When Wei Qi told me that his female S was a senior from our school, I never imagined that this 'senior' could actually be her. That year, after I started college, I joined the school's orienteering association. Orienteering was a rather niche sport at school, so the association had very few members and not many activities. During the first outing organized by the association to go hiking in the suburbs, I met Wu Xiaohan—she wasn't very tall, but her figure was slender and her features delicate; yet she was definitely not the kind of girl who looked so aloof that no one dared to pursue her—on the contrary, her short, shoulder-length hair made her look lively and cute. As a civil engineering student, I usually had no chance to interact with girls, and forget about beautiful girls. So naturally, in my eyes, she became a goddess. At that time, she was studying finance and was already in her third year of university; but I, still unaware of the realities, pursued her for a while and did things anyone would do—giving her gifts, asking her out for meals, and so on. However, before I could confess, she told me that another guy had asked her out for the weekend, and she had accepted—after that, she became that guy's girlfriend, and my pursuit of her naturally ended without result. Later, she was busy preparing her graduation thesis and applying for graduate school, so I rarely saw her at the orienteering club events; even when we occasionally ran into each other on campus, it was merely a greeting. After graduation, her family funded her to study for a master's degree abroad, and I never heard from her again. Nowadays, unexpectedly, she has returned to work in the country. Presumably, graduating from a top foreign university with a finance degree would result in a high salary, and considering her family was already quite well-off—she genuinely had no need to earn a penny from SM. Time had not changed her appearance at all—aside from her hair being a bit longer, she looked exactly the same, still pure and innocent, completely incompatible with the image of a female S—let alone being the so-called extremely cruel female S. The only difference from the past was that she no longer wore sneakers, instead opting for a pair of glossy closed-toe high heels. When she saw me, she recognized me immediately: 'Xu Yangdong... it's really you? Oh my gosh. You... you guys come in first.' Wei Qi looked at me in confusion: 'Do you two know each other?' I replied awkwardly, "Hmm...... I guess we knew each other before, back then...... Back when I was in college. "I took off my shoes at the door, put down the camera when I entered, and she looked at me and sighed, "Oh my god...... If I'd known your roommate was Xu Yangdong...... I wouldn't have let him record the video...... It was so awkward. " She had me sit on the sofa beside her, and in a tone that left no room for criticism, ordered Wei Qi: "You, take off your clothes and come kneel." At that moment, I looked at the two of them—although Wu Xiaohan was four years older than Wei Qi, she looked even younger than him; Even for Wei Qi, who has good personal qualities, Wu Xiaohan is definitely a goddess. When Wei Qi was undressing, she took out the agreement she had printed. The first half of the agreement was "SM projects both parties can accept"; I saw many boxes checked, such as "accept being a toilet slave," "accept bleeding projects," "accept suffocation," and so on. I was simply shocked: I never expected these two very familiar people in front of me to want to play with projects that rival the most intense tastes in AV I've ever seen. The second half of the agreement also states: "During imprisonment, M is only allowed to kneel and cannot walk upright," "During captivity, M is stripped of all rights; except for his life and safety protected by S, his body is entirely at S's disposal. S may impose any punishment, and M has no right to withdraw," "Any physical or mental harm suffered by M is voluntarily requested by M, and S bears no responsibility," "Unless explicitly permitted by S, M may not touch S's body in any form," "After S satisfies M's basic masochistic desires, M shall make S's satisfaction his sole purpose." There are many other clauses that are impossible to read at a glance. One of the noticeable notes was: "M has paid a deposit of 120,000 yuan in advance. If M meets the requirements within two weeks, S will refund half of it." It seems Wei Qi is really willing to spend money on this imprisonment training—if it were me...... I don't have that much money anyway. While I was reading the agreement, Wei Qi stripped off his clothes. Only then did I notice that the chastity lock on his lower body was actually even shorter than the original. The chastity lock was very simple, just a few metal rods enclosing a small cage—probably so Wei Qi could clean it himself and didn't choose a fully enclosed chastity lock. It felt like I was in a dream, watching all this unreal thing. Wu Xiaohan saw Wei Qi stripping off his clothes and said to him, "I'll confiscate your clothes and bring them back to you after two weeks." I'll confiscate your ID card and phone as well; I'll check your phone every day to see if there's any important information, and if so, I'll let you know." She turned to me again and reminded me, "Xu Yangdong, you don't need to sign the agreement, but you have to promise that no matter what I play with him, unless I agree, you can't get involved or interfere. You can only quietly film from the sidelines." I agreed, "Okay." Wei Qi urged me to turn on the camera: "How about you record the signing process too?" So I got up and started fiddling with the camera. Wu Xiaohan turned around, took a small knife from the cabinet, sat down on the chair in front of Wei Qi, pinched Wei Qi's finger with one hand, and with the knife, suddenly cut a cut on his index finger. Wei Qi gasped in pain; Blood flowed from his finger. Wu Xiaohan said, "Alright, let's press the fingerprint." Wei Qi, trembling, pressed his index finger onto the agreement, leaving a bloody mark, then asked Wu Xiaohan, "Is it okay?" Wu Xiaohan replied, "Okay, alright, take off one of my shoes." Wei Qi lowered his head and carefully held the heel of the shoe with his mouth. Wu Xiaohan's voice remained icy: "Remember: no hands; Your mouth is only allowed to touch your shoes, not me." Wei Qi took off his shoes, revealing Wu Xiaohan's feet. This was the first time I saw Wu Xiaohan's feet—her feet were about size 37, but athletic and she had a graceful arch curve, while the instep hidden inside her shoes was smooth and flawless, as soft as tofu pudding; Her long and slender toes were neatly held together, appearing delicate and exquisite, with a slight reddish tint beneath the fair skin; her clear toenails were not painted, only faintly showing their natural pink color—indeed, for such a naturally perfect foot, applying any nail polish would only be a defilement. She placed her heel on the ground, exposing the sole to Wei Qi: 'Come, smear your blood on my big toe so I can make a toe print.' Wei Qi carefully pressed his bloodied finger against the bottom of her toes to spread it, then handed the agreement in front of her feet. Wu Xiaohan stepped on it with her toes, leaving a toe print, then ordered Wei Qi: 'Alright, clean my feet now. There are wet wipes over there.' Wei Qi took a wet wipe from the tea table, tore it open, and carefully wiped the blood from Wu Xiaohan's feet. Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi and said: 'I know, you would actually rather use your tongue to help me lick off the blood, right?' Wei Qi, with a look of joy and anticipation, nodded repeatedly: 'Yes.' Wu Xiaohan replied: 'That’s not even something you should think about. Your mouth is so dirty; I would never allow you to soil my feet. Understand?' 'Understood, Master,' Wei Qi responded softly. 'Alright, put on my shoes.' Wei Qi carefully brought Wu Xiaohan’s high heels to her feet, holding the back of the shoe in his mouth so she could slip them on. Wu Xiaohan turned to me and said: 'Xu Yangdong, please film Wei Qi’s responses to my questions for evidence.' I pointed the camera at Wei Qi and indicated to Wu Xiaohan that I had started recording. Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, "You filthy dog, introduce yourself to the camera first." Wei Qi timidly said, "My name is Wei Qi, and I'm Xiaohan's master's slave...... Mm...... This time, I've been imprisoned here for two weeks, subjecting me to his training...... He turned to look at Wu Xiaohan: "Is there anything else you'd like to introduce?" Wu Xiaohan asked somewhat dismissively, "As your master, what can I do to you?" "Master...... You can humiliate me and torment me as you please, do whatever you want." "What if I hurt your body?" "My body belongs to my master. If the master wants, just hurt me." "If you beg for mercy then, what will Master do?" "If I beg, Master can keep tormenting me, don't worry about me." "What if you resist?" "I won't resist. If I really resist, Master will hold me down and torture me until I can't fight back." "Very well. If you can't do what you just said, what will you do?" "Then...... Master can do anything...... "If you can't do it, Master will make this video public for all your classmates to see, understand?" ""Got it, Master. I will definitely be your slave well." "Alright, let's stop filming the video for now," Wu Xiaohan said. "We still have some preparations to do. You filthy dog, bring your suitcase over." Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to take out the collar he had bought. Wei Qi took out a pre-packaged box and took out the collar from inside. The stainless steel collar was made up of two semicircular rings, one end connected by a hinge. She bragged to me: 'This is a custom stainless steel collar that I had him buy. Once fastened, it has a pair of lock holes that can be locked[^fn1], and it can also be attached to a chain. But the best part is, the collar integrates a shock device that I can control remotely. The idea comes from pet shock collars[^fn2], but I modified it to ensure insulation between the shocker and the stainless steel collar itself, and I increased the voltage.' Wei Qi put on the collar himself. Wu Xiaohan then asked me to get a regular padlock from the cabinet for her. She took the lock, bent down, and used it to secure the collar—pulling it several times to make sure it wouldn't loosen. She commanded Wei Qi: 'Give me the remote, I want to try it.' Wei Qi took a remote with a single button from the box and handed it to Wu Xiaohan while kneeling. She took the remote and casually pressed the button—Wei Qi let out a heart-wrenching scream, nearly fainted, and fell backward to the ground—after hitting the ground, he even convulsed a couple of times. Wu Xiaohan was shocked and shouted: 'Oh my god, is it really this effective? The store told me this thing's shock effect is comparable to a Taser, and I didn’t believe it at first…' Wei Qi lay on the ground hugging his knees, still whimpering in pain. Wu Xiaohan nudged him with her shoe tip: 'Get on your knees.' As soon as Wei Qi knelt, Wu Xiaohan pressed his head to the ground with her foot and firmly stomped on his head, saying: 'Since you know what pain is now, be obedient from now on.' “If you ever make your master unhappy, the master will keep pressing the button and electrify you for a minute, understand?” “Mm… I understand, master.” Wei Qi whispered in response. I had already begun to realize how ruthless Wu Xiaohan was. But what Wu Xiaohan did next was beyond my imagination. She got up again and went to the cabinet at the back—while Wei Qi knelt in place, his forehead still pressed against the ground, not daring to get up. Wu Xiaohan brought over a box, had Wei Qi lie flat on the ground, and then took alcohol swabs from the box to clean the soles of his feet: “The previous M could never remember to stay kneeling, so I put a padlock on your sole with a piercing, making it impossible for you to stand upright—you have to kneel obediently, haha.” She took a piercing clamp and pinched a piece of flesh on Wei Qi’s sole—he immediately let out a whimper from the pain—but it was clear he gritted his teeth to endure it, not crying out. Wu Xiaohan forcefully drove a thick and terrifying 6G piercing needle into Wei Qi’s flesh. He finally couldn't hold back and screamed, “Ah!” Then Wu Xiaohan pushed hard, and the needle went through to the other side of the flesh. Wei Qi screamed again, his whole body trembling with pain. Wu Xiaohan, calm and unhurried, threaded a stainless steel U-shaped lock rod through the piercing needle, then removed the piercing needle. The lock was now through the sole of his foot, with blood still gushing from the pierced wound. After pressing the wound for a while, she repeated the exact same piercing on the sole of his other foot. This time, as soon as she gripped the punching forceps, before the needle even went in, Wei Qi's face turned pale and he trembled uncontrollably. When the needle was inserted, Wei Qi still screamed, but Wu Xiaohan remained unmoved and drove the lock into her flesh. Wu Xiaohan fastened two padlocks [^fn3]. Now, if Wei Qi wanted to walk, he could only stand on tiptoe or heels and take a few steps. She tossed the cotton ball to Wei Qi, telling him to press it to stop the bleeding, then sat down on the sofa and started playing on his phone. A few minutes later, Wu Xiaohan said, "I need to pee." Good dog, do you have any ideas? Wei Qi barely thought and replied, "Master, can you pee into my mouth?" Just as I thought Wei Qi was about to drink her urine, Wu Xiaohan said, "Not yet, you're not good enough yet. But come with me to the bathroom." With that, she straddled Wei Qi and had him carry her inside. There was no toilet in the bathroom, only a squat toilet, which surprised me a bit. But I quickly realized this bathroom was specially designed for training. After all, it was empty—one tall and one low, two sinks, two bottles of hand soap, a simple showerhead, and a squat toilet. There was nothing else. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to lie on the floor and lean his head over the squat toilet. Then she took a black eye mask from the hook behind the bathroom door and covered Wei Qi's eyes: "You mustn't look at the master's body. Be good, if you behave well, I'll show you later." "I was also kicked out of the bathroom and could only listen outside." Soon, I heard the sound of pee falling into the toilet. Wu Xiaohan teased him, "So, how is it? Do you really want to drink Master's holy water?" Look, you get hard just hearing Master pee...... You're so shameless there's no hope. "She stopped halfway through peeing and asked, "Want some?" If you want to drink, please beg Master. "Wei Qi responded enthusiastically: "Please, Master, can I have a little of your holy water?" A little is enough. "Wu Xiaohan started peeing again: "Sorry, I can't...... Look...... Master is almost done peeing, not yours. Some bitches don't even deserve to drink Master's urine. I heard her get up and flush the bathroom. Soon, Wei Qi carried her out and returned to the living room. After sitting down on the sofa, Wu Xiaohan teased Wei Qi's locked lower body with her shoe heel. "Oh my god, after being locked for so long, it's still this hard," she asked Wei Qi. "When you're locked up, doesn't it hurt from the pressure?" Wei Qi replied quietly, "It hurts." "Do you want the master to unlock it for you?" "It's been locked for over a month before, right...... "I want to ......" "Do you think the master should agree to you?" "No." Wei Qi desperately wanted to unlock the lock right now, but he knew Wu Xiaohan was asking this way to get him to take the initiative to say no. Answering "should" would only bring punishment to Wu Xiaohan, and would do no good. "Why?" This question was truly humiliating, but Wei Qi clearly understood her intention: "Because...... A lowly woman like me only deserves to be locked up until ruined, not worthy of an erection. "Don't you think that getting hard in front of your master is really disgusting and perverted?" "Yes, I know, I'm sorry master, I won't do it again... I won't dare to get an erection in front of you anymore," Wei Qi replied humbly. "Then don't you think that kneeling in front of your master but not being hard is denying your master's charm?" "That's true... so... master... what exactly should I do?" "Silly child, if you let your master abuse you until you're completely impotent, or just castrate you, you wouldn't have to fall into this moral dilemma, right? Haha..." Hearing such vicious words come from Wu Xiaohan's mouth, spoken in such a teasing and even disdainful tone, truly sent chills down my spine. Yet, Wu Xiaohan's angelic and gentle face seemed to prove that she really was innocent, without a hint of malice, genuinely helping Wei Qi solve his problem. Seeing Wei Qi remain silent, she asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong? Don't you think your master is very clever?" Her ingenuous smile truly resembled that of a middle school student showing off a solved math problem to a classmate. Honestly, who could say no to a girl like that? "Nothing... master... I’ll do as you say," Wei Qi's voice had become so small it was almost inaudible. "Good... your master will satisfy you properly... oh right, don’t you like piercing your lower body with a needle the most? Did you bring a needle?" Wei Qi nodded: "I did," then turned and climbed to the suitcase, taking out a small cardboard box. He opened the small box, and inside there were 10 little boxes again. Each small box was labeled: "Sterile injection needles, 100 needles." In other words, he had brought a total of 1,000 injection needles. Oh my god! A thousand needles—just thinking about it was terrifying. Wu Xiaohan took a box containing 100 needles, looked at it, and said, "Pretty good. Since you're ready, Master, come fulfill your wish." Lie down on the floor and spread your legs. "After Wei Qi lay down, she sat cross-legged between his spread legs. She sprayed alcohol on Wei Qi's lower body, then sprayed her own hands, and then used her fingernail to gently touch the glans locked between the chastity locks. Wei Qi grew even more excited. His cock, tightly locked for over three months, finally received a little comforting touch. Wu Xiaohan took out a needle and inserted it into the gap of the chastity lock[^fn4]—the moment the needle touched Wei Qi's body, he shuddered. Then he gritted his teeth, watching as Wu Xiaohan's slender hands pushed the needle into his glans, gradually pushing it deeper. Throughout the entire threading process, Wei Qi's body arched slightly, clearly in considerable pain. The needle reached the other end of the glans, already bulging the flesh, but it didn't come out. Wu Xiaohan had no choice but to increase the pressure in his hand. Wei Qi finally trembled slightly from the pain and let out a moan. Wu Xiaohan looked at the box in his hand: "How about we start with a hundred needles today?" Wei Qi was startled when he heard this: "A hundred pieces?" That many? "Didn't you bring a thousand pieces?" A thousand needles, fourteen days, on average seventy-one per day...... "It seems the goddess's mental calculations are as good as ever." "It's just a bit more cost-effective to buy a thousand at once...... "You don't have to use them all...... "Alright, I'll handle it as you see fit." Lie down now. "Wu Xiaohan picked up the needle again and inserted it into Wei Qi's lower body...... In no time, more than a dozen needles had passed through Wei Qi's glans, and more than thirty needles had been threaded through the body of his penis. The small chastity lock was already fully inserted into the gap, while Wu Xiaohan was still desperately searching for a space to insert—literally "inserting needles wherever the gap was." Her jade-like hands moved lightly, and her gaze was lively like a fawn—from my perspective, she looked like a child sitting on the floor, absorbed in playing with a new toy, pure and without a trace of cruelty. Wei Qi couldn't bear to disturb Wu Xiaohan's fun, so he endured the pain with all his might. Every time Wu Xiaohan thrust the needle forcefully, he couldn't help but tense the muscles in his legs and grit his teeth. Finally, after more than fifty needles, the chastity lock was left with no space left to insert it. So, Wu Xiaohan prepared to go after his testicles. She tied a string around the base of his testicles a few times, then picked up the needle and pierced his testicles. After he moaned a few times, her fingers slowly pushed the needle deeper inside. With Wu Xiaohan's grip pressed harder, the needle slipped out from the other end of her scrotum. He softly said, "It hurts," and Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his thigh, comforting him: "Hang in there, be good, you can do it." Then she continued inserting the needle. Amid Wei Qi's intermittent moans and trembling, Wu Xiaohan really used up all 100 needles. Wei Qi's lower body was pricked to the brim, like a hedgehog. Only then did Wu Xiaohan stand up. While Wei Qi was still lying on the ground, whimpering, Wu Xiaohan rubbed his needle-covered lower body with the sole of his shoe. He cried out in pain. "What's wrong, don't you like it?" She asked. "No ......" "As long as you like it...... This is your only chance for your cock to be rubbed by a girl, you know? "I know......" She gently tapped the needle inserted inside his balls with the tip of her shoe. The pain made him let out a trembling murmur. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you by kicking. I still have to keep it for a few days to keep playing." She stopped and let Wei Qi lie down in the corner. Only then did I realize that the ground where Wei Qi had just been lying was covered in his sweat. It seemed enduring pain was really exhausting. She supported herself against the wall with one hand and stood on top of Wei Qi. Even though Wu Xiaohan was already very light, his thin body simply couldn't handle all this—let alone with the pointed heel digging straight into his ribs. He shouted for mercy, but instead of getting down, Wu Xiaohan jumped on top of him. The moment he landed, he let out a scream, instinctively twisting his body. Wu Xiaohan lost his balance and staggered back onto the ground. Wu Xiaohan was furious: "Useless! Others can handle stepping on it. You screamed like this after being stepped on twice. You still dared to move around and almost hit your master. How can you be so useless?" As she spoke, Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's body and head with the tip of her shoe. Wei Qi clutched his head and twisted to dodge, accidentally causing a lot of blood to flow from his lower body. "Kicking you is so tiring," Wu Xiaohan stopped kicking, pointed to the remote control on the shock collar on the sofa, and warned, "If you dare dodge again, you know what will happen, right?" Wei Qi nodded fearfully. Wu Xiaohan then stood on Wei Qi's body again, stomping around everywhere. Under her weight, her shoe heel buried into Wei Qi's already thin flesh. Wherever her heel stepped, there were deep red bruises left with indentations. "Now you're being good, Master, what a good blanket......" she lowered her head to praise Wei Qi. Wei Qi frowned tightly, bearing Wu Xiaohan's weight with all his might. Finally, she jumped up again, her heel landing squarely on Wei Qi's nipple—blood seeped from his nipple. Wei Qi screamed in pain, but held back and didn't move. Wu Xiaohan saw the bloodstains but remained unmoved, jumping a few more times. Wei Qi kept gritting his teeth, painfully holding on, but I saw tears streaming uncontrollably from the corner of his eye, all the way to the floor. Wu Xiaohan was truly a demon—she kept trampling on her blanket without a trace of sympathy. Finally, Wu Xiaohan started jumping on him again—this time she seemed to jump even higher. After jumping two or three times, when she fell, her heel poked the nipple that had just been stepped on. He almost instinctively turned around, and this time Wu Xiaohan really fell. Fortunately, he managed to hold onto the other wall and didn't fall. His poor nipples looked bloody and mangled together. But Wu Xiaohan did not forgive him with understanding; instead, she picked up the electric shock remote as agreed. Wei Qi shook his head desperately, repeatedly saying in a tearful voice, 'Please, master.' Wu Xiaohan still pressed the button—Wei Qi instantly seemed to choke, immediately stopped making sounds, and curled his whole body up. When Wu Xiaohan released the button, Wei Qi collapsed heavily to the ground, letting out a tragic howl, his whole body trembling as he cried. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button again, and Wei Qi’s veins bulged, his body arched; when she released it, he convulsed and cried out again—the hoarse crying was heartbreaking to hear. I really couldn't bear such a scene and said, 'Senior Xiaohan, why not let him go… he didn't do it on purpose…' She replied coldly, 'You promised not to interfere with our training.' I didn’t know how to respond: 'I just think he’s too miserable… I’m afraid his body can’t take it.' Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi and said, 'You despicable dog, tell him who’s in charge here.' Wei Qi, with a sobbing voice, said, 'I obey my master in everything. My master can punish me however he wishes.' 'After what your master just did to you, what should you say?' 'Thank you, master.' Wei Qi’s voice still carried tears. 'Good, get up and kowtow to your master twice to show your gratitude.' I was shocked—Wei Qi was so obedient to his master, so humble. And the demon in front of him only wanted to torment and destroy him ruthlessly. Finally, Wu Xiaohan let Wei Qi lie down and took out the needle—during the process, much blood came out from Wei Qi’s lower body again. Fortunately, he had been holding a piece of gauze to stop the bleeding himself, so he barely made it through. By the time all of this was done, it was already past ten at night. Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to bring her towel, toothbrush, and other things, and then made him climb into the bathroom he had been in earlier. Wu Xiaohan then took out a roughly one-meter-long thick iron chain, locking one end to the collar on Wei Qi's neck and the other end to the water pipe of the toilet tank. This way, Wei Qi could only stay near the squat toilet, at best reaching the lower sink, but there was no way for him to get to the door. However, this setup did allow Wei Qi to freely use the toilet or go to the sink to brush his teeth and wash his face, which was quite reasonable. Wu Xiaohan spat on the floor: 'Alright, dog, this is your goodnight kiss from your master, lick it clean.' Wei Qi eagerly crawled over, lowering his head and sticking out his tongue to lick. But the chain was too short, and he couldn't reach. It seemed this was clearly planned by Wu Xiaohan. She began her insult: 'Such a cheap dog, wanting your master's saliva so badly? Too bad you can't have it, tsk tsk, what a pity.' She scraped the saliva she had spat on the ground with the sole of her shoe and reached it to Wei Qi's feet: 'Alright, you can lick it now, look how pitiful you are.' Wei Qi tongue eagerly and hungrily licked the saliva off the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe. Wu Xiaohan gently tossed the key ring that locked Wei Qi into the bathroom near the door—he could see it but couldn't reach it. Then she and I walked out of the bathroom, closing the door and the light—leaving it pitch dark inside. After saying goodbye to Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan immediately returned to her gentle self and asked me, 'Are you going back to school tonight?' At that moment, I just wanted to go back to school to sort out my emotions, so I replied, 'Yes. Maybe I should go first.' She then escorted me downstairs and said to me, 'Tomorrow morning, come here around 7:40 and call me to wake me up. That way, you can also film the whole process of me waking him up, haha.' 'Senior Xiaohan... I don't have your phone number yet.' 'Oh, then remember it.' Wu Xiaohan gave me her current number. 'Okay. Then I’ll go now and come by again tomorrow morning. Goodbye, Senior Xiaohan.' I then left the community by myself and took a taxi back to school. The distance wasn’t far, so the taxi ride didn’t even cost thirty yuan. Back at school, lying on the bed, I still couldn’t calm down for a long time. I never imagined that Wei Qi would be such an extreme masochist—and so submissive when acting as one. I even more never expected that his sadist would be Wu Xiaohan—I hadn’t even thought that I would ever see Wu Xiaohan again in this lifetime. Yes, being able to see Wu Xiaohan again was truly lucky. Seeing her now living so comfortably on her own, I rather felt a bit relieved that I didn’t end up with her back then—after all, she and I are people from two different worlds, and I probably could never be worthy of her.

[^fn1]: Lockable collars can be easily purchased. [^fn2]: You can find similar products by searching for 'electric shock collar' on Taobao. With slight modifications, it can be installed on a metal collar. [^fn3]: Stainless steel padlocks specifically for piercing can be bought on Taobao. [^fn4]: Insert the pin through the gap of the chastity lock.

Wednesday, July 12

A little after six in the morning, I got up and took the bus to Songtao Yalu. It was only 7:25 when I arrived at her doorstep. I nervously waited at the door for fifteen minutes, and when it was exactly 7:40, I called Wu Xiaohan as agreed. "Senior Xiaohan, I'm at your doorstep." "Oh, got it," she said lazily, "I'll open the door for you when I get up." Not long after she hung up, she came to open the door for me in pink pajamas and slippers, her hair still a bit messy—exactly the most beautiful 'girl next door.' When I went in to prepare the camera, she went into the bedroom to wash up and change clothes—when she came out, except for her shoes still unchanged, she was already dressed in a shirt and a short skirt. She opened the bathroom door, and the light immediately woke Wei Qi. Wei Qi hurriedly got up and crawled toward Wu Xiaohan, but he didn't realize his neck was already chained. After a couple of steps, he couldn't move forward. Wu Xiaohan said to him, "Master, you're up—you should get up too. Master needs to use the bathroom, so you can feel her pee again." She took off her blindfold from behind the door, squatted down, and covered Wei Qi's eyes. I walked out of the bathroom and heard her ask, "Master, your morning urine smells really strong. Would you like a drink?" Wei Qi replied, "Mm-hmm, I do." "You must be really thirsty too, right?" "Mm-hmm." "You performed so poorly yesterday, so why did you drink the master's holy water?" Come on, just listen and you'll be fine...... So she went straight into the toilet again, saying, "Look, you can't even drink Master's holy water if you want. You'd be better off in this toilet, and even this toilet can get your holy water......" A few seconds after she peed, Wu Xiaohan called out to me, "Xu Yangdong, come in." I opened the door and went in, seeing that Wei Qi's eye mask had already been removed, and the embarrassment from earlier had made his face flush, even making him feel a pleasure and get an erection. After yesterday's abuse, his penis, locked in a chastity lock, had already become swollen and bruised, with purple patches and bruises. When it got slightly erect, it was so swollen it was hard to tell what it was. Wu Xiaohan was still holding the tissue she had just used to wipe off after peeing, and said to Wei Qi, "Do you want to lick the wipes you used to wipe your pees?" Wei Qi seemed a bit excited and said, "Yes, I do." "Look at the yellow pee stains on it, aren't you especially eager?" "Yes...... "Please, please." Wu Xiaohan said softly, her voice full of seduction. "Please, Master...... Can I lick the wipes you use to wipe your pees? I really want to ......" "Alright, alright, here you go~ Come on, lick gently first." Wu Xiaohan held the tissue to Wei Qi's mouth. After Wei Qi licked with his tongue, Wu Xiaohan asked again, "So, how is it? Do you like the taste?" "I do." As Wei Qi spoke, his cock was already so hard it was about to burst the chastity lock. "The tissue that has wiped Master's body, and now you can lick it like that—doesn't that mean you're indirectly licking down there? You're really getting off easy." "Thank you, Master...... Thank you, Master...... "Alright, if you like it, just suck it and savor it well." Wu Xiaohan said as she shoved the toilet paper into Wei Qi's mouth. Wu Xiaohan looked up at me and asked, "Xu Yangdong, have you ever seen a man as despicable as him?" "No," I shook my head. "Sigh, why is it that some people just refuse to be human? To be this despicable. At least you know how to pursue me openly, but him? He just wants to be my toilet paper. Sigh—seeing something this despicable makes me feel disgusted." I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say. Wu Xiaohan walked out of the bathroom, found a bag of dog food in the cabinet, poured it into the dog bowl, added a lot of water, and then brought it to Wei Qi: "This is your food and water for today. Your master is going to work, so behave yourself. I will play with you again when I come home tonight." "Yes, master. I will behave and wait for you." "Oh, right... you must really want to change shoes for your master, right?" Wei Qi nodded gratefully: "Yes, yes." Wu Xiaohan obviously seized upon Wei Qi's desire. But Wu Xiaohan just said coldly, "Behave well, and you will have this chance in the future. For now, you are not worthy." Wu Xiaohan slammed the door shut coldly. She walked to the door, bent down to put on her high heels, grabbed her bag, and went downstairs with me. "I’m driving to work. Do you want a ride to school?" "Ah... I’ll just take the bus myself." "No need, it’s only a ten-minute detour for me. Come on." I had expected Wu Xiaohan to drive a so-called luxury car that girls would like, but to my surprise, her car was a Dodge Charger. I had never seen this muscle car in China before, and I couldn’t imagine the owner being such a gentle girl. Wu Xiaohan is truly hard to figure out. On the way back to school, I chatted with her and found out that after returning to China, she got a job at a foreign insurance company. The income is pretty good, and although the daily work pressure is not small, she doesn't work overtime often. I still asked her, 'So... can you tell me how you got into playing SM?' 'Uh... to make a long story short, do you remember my boyfriend in junior year? He was a submissive. Then when I was abroad, he came to see me, and we went to a BDSM party together. I experienced a lot of new things and met a few people who wanted to be my submissives. Later, after breaking up with him, I also had a lot of stress, so I really arranged a few sessions of BDSM. I later realized that I quite like seeing what extent I can dominate someone.' 'Oh... but you were really cruel to Wei Qi. I didn't expect you could be so harsh.' 'I am usually very gentle, just like before I was quite gentle with you. The reason I was so cruel to him was just to satisfy him. If you are a Dominant, you have to have the awareness of being a Dominant.' 'Hmm, it seems that's indeed the reasoning. But why do I feel like you're intentionally avoiding a lot of activities? For example, you didn't make him drink urine this morning, nor did you make him change your shoes.' 'Yes, you should have noticed that I intentionally teased him to make him want me, and then I refused. Only this way can make him crave being dominated by me even more. The reason I didn't unlock him or let him out of the bathroom these past two days is similar. On one hand, it makes him crave more, and on the other, it completely shatters his personality.' When Wu Xiaohan said these words, she was very calm, as if Wei Qi were merely a tool for her training purposes. "Senior Xiao Han is really amazing," I complimented. "I'm still practicing too. But from now on, when I punish him, you are not allowed to feel even a bit of sympathy for him. Everything is what he wants himself. If you stop me, he won’t get satisfaction." "Mm, got it." When we arrived at school, she asked me to get off the car, saying that she would eat outside that evening and that I should wait near her house around 8:30. At 7:30 p.m., after finishing dinner in the school cafeteria, I went to wait in front of Wu Xiaohan’s house as promised. Wu Xiaohan returned home and, seeing that I was already waiting at her door, asked, "How long have you been waiting?" "Not long, just over ten minutes," I didn’t tell the truth. She opened the door, and we went inside. She didn’t change her shoes, but walked straight to the bathroom and opened the door. Wei Qi, who was slumped on the floor, saw the light again and was very excited. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to crawl to the shoe rack by the front door, fetch her slippers, and bring them to the sofa so she could change shoes. She returned to sit on the sofa, while Wei Qi struggled to crawl to the door, carrying Wu Xiaohan's slippers to the sofa. Only then did I notice that what Wu Xiaohan called "slippers" were actually black leather that completely covered her toes and the front half of her feet. It was only later that I realized that, more accurately, these shoes should be called "Mules." Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi: "I’ve been walking outside all day today. Lick the soles of my shoes clean first." Wei Qi obediently lowered his body and extended his tongue, licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan’s shoes. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi: "Your dirty tongue can't lick the upper of my shoes, understand?" Wei Qi replied: "Understood, Master." Then he continued licking. His tongue rubbed over and over the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels, never showing any sign of fatigue. After a while, Wu Xiaohan switched sides and let Wei Qi keep licking. When she was almost done, she ordered Wei Qi: "Stick out your tongue and show me." Wei Qi's tongue tip was almost already black, so it seemed he had indeed licked off a lot of dust with great force. She was finally satisfied: "Alright, take off my shoe." As usual. Wei Qi understood and took off her heel and took off the shoe. Wu Xiaohan cooperated by switching her foot so Wei Qi could take off her shoes. Wu Xiaohan wore a pair of nude-colored boat socks, which delicately wrapped her slender toes, allowing people to see the beautiful outline of her toes but not a trace of color underneath. Wu Xiaohan stuck her foot close to Wei Qi's mouth: "You filthy dog, do you want to lick Master's feet?" "Yes." "No licking. Smell it and remember the scent of Master's feet." "Mm." "Do you like it?" "I do, it smells so good." "Very good. Remember, right now you don't even have the right to lick socks; you're only qualified to lick the soles of your master's shoes. But if you behave well, the master will consider rewarding you with your socks." "Mm." "Look at you, smell Master's feet, and they're hard again. Why are you so thirsty?" "Right...... Sorry...... Master...... "Still hard with the lock on, don't you feel pain?" "It hurts a little. Then...... Master, can you open my lock when you can? "What do you take Master for? A prostitute? Did you come here to make Master climax for you?" Wu Xiaohan was harsh when she said this, but it seemed she was just pretending to be angry. "I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong." "Right now, you only deserve to be locked up. Of course, if you behave well, Master will consider it. But if you keep making such a request, Master will never open it for you in this lifetime. Alright, go put Master's high heels on the shoe rack." Wei Qi obediently put his shoe in his mouth and crawled toward the rack. Wu Xiaohan got up, went to the bathroom to get a food bowl, poured in a bowl of dog food, added some water, and handed it to Wei Qi: "Eat more, you'll have to deal with it tonight." Wei Qi lay down on the sofa eating; Wu Xiaohan put her feet on Wei Qi's head and took out her computer to continue working. Poor Wei Qi didn't dare move freely, couldn't lift the food bowl or tilt it, so he could only use his tongue to roll the dog food into his mouth and eat—just like a dog. After eating, Wei Qi stayed still in his position, not daring to move. A few minutes later, Wu Xiaohan lazily asked, "Finished eating?" Wei Qi softly replied, "Mm." Wu Xiaohan didn't respond either. After a while, Wu Xiaohan finally put down the computer, got up, and led us to a separate training room inside. The most eye-catching feature of the training room was a wooden frame taller than a person, a bed with only a bed board but no bedding, and many cabinets; It didn't seem like the training room I remembered, covered in shackles, chains, and whips. Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi climb under the square wooden rack. She herself went to open a cabinet — only then did I notice that shackles and whips had been placed inside. Probably to avoid dust accumulating — after all, she did not use these things often. She took out two iron rings with chains, fastening one to each of his hands, then brought a small stool directly under the wooden frame and ordered, 'Stand on the stool... Oh, right, your feet are locked. Then stand on your tiptoes.' When he stood up, I realized that crawling on his knees all this time had already slightly scraped both his knees. Wu Xiaohan stepped onto a slightly higher stool and fastened the chains on his hands to the upper left and upper right corners of the wooden frame. In this way, Wei Qi's arms formed a 'Y' shape, unable to move. She removed the small stool under Wei Qi. Now, Wei Qi’s feet were suspended in the air, held only by the iron rings on his hands. She then took out two ankle rings, fastening his ankles to the lower left and lower right corners of the wooden frame. Thus, Wei Qi was bound in an 'X' shape, completely unable to escape. Wei Qi hung in the air like this, anxiously waiting for Wu Xiaohan's next act of abuse. Wu Xiaohan took out a rattan cane and lightly drew its tip along Wei Qi’s back, saying, 'Before, I have whipped other people’s buttocks, thighs, and backs; but I’ve decided to give the most special one to you. Do you know what it is?' 'No... I don’t know.' He answered. She said, 'I will make every inch of your body below the neck torn and bruised, from neck to feet.' As she spoke, she gently caressed Wei Qi’s body with the cane. Wei Qi was a little scared but said nothing. Wu Xiaohan continued, "Just count for me. Hit 1,000 first, if it's not enough, then we'll talk." She stood behind Wei Qi, starting from his butt. The cane swung loudly in the air, then landed heavily on Wei Qi's buttocks. Wei Qi immediately trembled all over, struggling to shout "One." Wu Xiaohan stepped back half a pace, swung the cane even higher, and struck heavily on the other side. After Wei Qi briefly called out "Two," he began to breathe heavily. Two deep red marks had already appeared on his buttocks. Wu Xiaohan remained calm and hit him more than ten more times. Blood spots had already appeared on his buttocks. He had already begged for mercy: "Please, Master, please, let me rest for a while before continuing." "Begging for mercy was useless." Wu Xiaohan sped up and whipped several times in succession. Poor Wei Qi twisted his whole body, trying to break free from his bonds. But all this twisting was completely useless. When Wei Qi counted to "twenty-seven," he started begging again: "Please, Master...... Let me live...... I really can't take it anymore...... I really can't take it anymore...... Before he finished speaking, he was hit twice more. Wu Xiaohan reminded him, "Was those last few strikes not counted?" If there weren't any, then it doesn't count. Wei Qi had no choice but to start counting from twenty-eight. After a few more hits, Wu Xiaohan promised Wei Qi, "Alright, once you get to fifty, you'll rest. I need to rest for a while too." So Wei Qi braced himself and managed to hold on until fifty, then let out a long sigh and collapsed backward, only able to fall because he was suspended by the rope. He was already drenched in sweat, blood flowing down his buttocks and thighs. Wu Xiaohan rested for a few minutes, then found another thicker rattan cane from the cabinet and explained, "This one is thicker, but after peeling, only the core is left." That way, it won't bleed as easily, but it will hurt a bit more. What hurt the skin earlier is the flesh now. She walked up behind Wei Qi and just as he started swinging the cane, he suddenly twisted his body to the side, trying to dodge. That was obviously impossible. The vine landed firmly on his buttocks. He screamed "Ah!" and quickly added "Fifty-one." Wu Xiaohan started another round of whipping. With every strike, Wei Qi instinctively arched forward, twisting and struggling left and right. By the time he counted to over seventy, blood had flowed down to his ankles, and his buttocks were already a bloody mess. Wu Xiaohan slowed down a little. Wei Qi counted while begging: "Seventy-nine—please spare me—eighty—it really hurts so much—eighty-one—I really can't—eighty-two......" Wu Xiaohan remained completely unmoved. By the ninetyth lash, Wu Xiaohan finally promised to let him rest again after the hundredth lash, and then rest every fifty lashes. By the hundredth strike, when Wu Xiaohan stopped, Wei Qi's face was flushed from exhaustion. His butt was already unbearable to look at—truly a bloody mess, only a patch of red and peeled skin remained. Even though I've seen some whipping-type SM, I've never seen such brutal whipping. After sitting down and looking at her phone for a few minutes, Wu Xiaohan walked in front of Wei Qi and gently stroked his face: 'Come on, we're just getting started. Hang in there, you're the best.' Wei Qi nodded. She picked up the whip and launched an attack on the front of Wei Qi's thighs. When Wei Qi counted, he didn't say the full three-digit number, only the last two digits. These 50 lashes seemed even more unbearable for Wei Qi—perhaps because the buttocks are relatively thick, not as fragile as the thighs. Possibly because the area was different, although Wei Qi looked more painful, his poor thighs covered in whip marks did not bleed. Wei Qi had already accepted the 'pleading is useless' rule, gritted his teeth, and tried to endure all 50 lashes, but he couldn't help but make groaning sounds. He no longer twisted constantly, but every few lashes, there was still one that made him involuntarily move his body. For the last few lashes, he went through them trembling all over. Finally, he made it to 150. After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan switched to the thinner whip she had used before and continued to lash the front of his thighs. This time, he found it extremely difficult to endure, almost trembling through the punishment, but he didn't beg again. After fifty lashes, a few spots on the front of his thighs started to bleed. Wu Xiaohan then turned to the back of his thighs. This time, she switched to a thick whip with bark. When the first lash fell, Wei Qi gasped and struggled to say 'One' through his clenched teeth; by the time she reached over thirty lashes, blood had begun to seep out, and Wei Qi started twisting again. By the time he reached the fiftieth strike, Wei Qi let out a long breath, not expecting Wu Xiaohan to not stop but continue striking with full force. Wei Qi shouted through his tears, 'Didn't we agree that after fifty strikes I could take a break?' Wu Xiaohan stopped to explain, 'The only thing we agreed on is that I make all the decisions. If I don’t want to rest, you have to endure it.' The continuous whipping broke Wei Qi completely. He cried out loud. But Wu Xiaohan did not stop, instead striking the back of his thighs to the point of flesh and blood being torn... By the time it reached over 290 strikes, Wei Qi was trembling and crying while counting with a sobbing voice, begging, 'Master, please spare me... just one minute of rest... I really can't take it...' By the three-hundredth strike, Wu Xiaohan still did not stop. Poor Wei Qi’s cries grew quieter, only managing to count with difficulty. Wu Xiaohan, dissatisfied, said, 'Count louder, I can't hear you.' Wei Qi had no choice but to shout, 'Seventeen,' and then hopelessly endured the inhumane torture. At the 332nd strike, Wu Xiaohan finally stopped and used his finger to wipe the tears from Wei Qi’s face: 'Done crying? It's best if your tears are dried up, there's more suffering for you ahead.' After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan got up. Just hearing Wu Xiaohan rise made Wei Qi shiver in fear. Wu Xiaohan whipped his calves, and as usual, he trembled and tried to dodge in vain. His poor calves took dozens of lashes, and after a total of 400 strikes, Wu Xiaohan stopped. Wu Xiaohan was obviously exhausted. So next, she switched to using her left hand to whip Wei Qi's back. The force of the left hand was still slightly less, and Wei Qi seemed to be in less pain than before. But his back was still covered with red and purple marks, oozing quite a bit of blood. After a total of five hundred lashes, Wei Qi was drenched in sweat, which made him look very shiny; even the bright red whip marks glistened. During a break, Wei Qi pleaded, “Can I have some water? I'm so thirsty…” Indeed, after sweating so much, it was almost impossible for him not to be thirsty. Wu Xiaohan disdainfully responded, “Who told you to cry earlier and then use up all the water?” Despite her words, she still told me to get the water using Wei Qi's food bowl. After I brought the water back, Wu Xiaohan picked it up and fed it to Wei Qi at his mouth. Wei Qi greedily drank it all at once and then said, “Thank you, master… thank you for being so good to me.” “Your hands must be sore too. Want to play something else for a bit and continue later?” “Mm.” Wu Xiaohan gently stroked Wei Qi's testicles with her hand. The testicles, which were pierced yesterday, were still swollen. “Do your balls still hurt?” Wu Xiaohan asked. “A little.” “Have you ever heard that after piercing, it’s best not to use blunt force like kicking or hitting the testicles for a while, otherwise the wound might tear, causing damage to the testicles…” “Mm, I’ve heard that.” “So… do you know what the master is going to do?” Wei Qi understood Wu Xiaohan’s meaning but didn’t dare to speak. Wu Xiaohan stepped back two paces, lifted her foot behind her, then kicked forward forcefully, striking Wei Qi’s balls with her slippered foot. Wei Qi was suspended in midair, so his hips weren't low, but Wu Xiaohan's body was clearly very flexible; even when her legs were raised high, her posture remained as steady as a mountain. However, when she lifted her foot, the skirt was fully exposed. Wei Qi had no energy to admire Wu Xiaohan's skirt at all. He let out a scream, his knees bent involuntarily, and the iron chains began to rattle. Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's testicles several more times. Wei Qi struggled helplessly with both hands and couldn't help but beg for mercy again: "Please spare me...... Master...... My eggs are really about to break...... Wu Xiaohan said, "I didn't even use much force!" You're wearing a chastity lock when I hit the top of my foot with force, so I was already light when I kicked." She kicked twice one last time before stopping: "Forget it, I'm not kicking. The blood on your thigh has smeared onto my shoes. In a few days, switch to sharder shoes, and I'll kick your balls properly again, so you can truly experience what it means to have broken eggs." Wu Xiaohan grabbed the rattan cane again and went back to whipping. Wei Qi's back had been whipped a hundred times more—maybe the already battered egg had suffered another brutal kick from Wu Xiaohan, and it was truly heartbreaking; Now, the whipping didn't seem as painful anymore. However, even though it wasn't as painful, Wei Qi's back was still covered in bruises. After a hundred lashes, after a short rest, Wu Xiaohan walked up to Wei Qi and, with a gentle, even somewhat ambiguous touch, stroked his chest with her palm: "Now, just the front of my body is left. Keep it up." "Mm." "The Master really wants to leave marks on every inch of your body; this is all Master’s intention for you. Look, Master’s hands are already tired." "Mm. Thank you for your hard work, Master," Wei Qi said warmly. "Thank you, Master." Wu Xiaohan then began to whip his chest and abdomen. Wei Qi tensed his abdominal muscles as hard as he could, trying to absorb some of the pain, but it seemed to do little. He was still struggling in a way that was shocking, yet Wu Xiaohan continued proudly creating her work. This time, Wu Xiaohan did not stop at 50 lashes, nor at 100 lashes — Wei Qi began trembling and begging for mercy again. She didn’t even stop at 150 lashes — his whole body convulsed, and tears streamed down his face once more. Wu Xiaohan kept whipping until the 202nd lash, then seemingly remembered something and said, "Oh, I’ve done 200 lashes? Then I’ll take a break." Then she stopped. With Wu Xiaohan’s careful nature, she could not possibly have been unaware that she had struck him that many times. I think she deliberately wanted to express disdain for Wei Qi’s suffering and intentionally tease him. Wei Qi shivered all over and cried silently, evoking pity in those who saw him. During Wu Xiaohan’s break, Wei Qi finally stopped crying. Wu Xiaohan picked up the rattan cane and continued from the 803rd lash. This time, she no longer pursued speed; each strike was delivered with full force, and every blow targeted different parts of his body. The blood that had dripped onto the floor earlier had somewhat dried, and now fresh blood dripped again. Each whip made him convulse in unbearable pain." Except for his head, arms, and hands, there was literally not an inch of skin left unscathed—all of it was red and swollen, even oozing blood. His eyes had also become vacant, showing no trace of pleasure, excitement, or fear. When he was whipped on the legs, his legs would still tremble involuntarily from the pain, but he no longer shouted. The previous intermittent cries and pleas had already made his voice hoarse when he was counting. By the nine hundredth lash, Wu Xiaohan stopped and announced that it would really end at one thousand. For the last hundred lashes, the wounds on his calves were no longer visible, completely covered by the blood that had flowed down from his thighs. His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing convulsive, and the movements of his body in response to the whipping became smaller and smaller. Finally, at the one-thousandth lash—Wu Xiaohan dropped the whip, exhausted, and sat down in a chair, seeming equally relieved. She was too tired to continue, so she told me to take Wei Qi down. I first unlocked the chains on his feet, letting him step onto a stool, and then removed the ankle shackles themselves; finally, I stood on the chair to remove the chains from his hands. At this moment, Wu Xiaohan also stood up and walked around the wooden frame once, admiring her masterpiece again. Wei Qi got down from the chair, collapsed sideways onto the floor, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes—only this time he didn't make a sound. Wu Xiaohan squatted in front of him and, as if petting her own animal, tenderly stroked Wei Qi's head and said gently: 'You've worked hard. It must have hurt a lot, right? I won’t torment you tonight, okay? Don’t cry.' Wei Qi obediently nodded, but his tears did not stop. Wu Xiaohan then had Wei Qi open his mouth and spat into it: 'Come, you must be thirsty. Drink your master's saliva, be a good boy.' At this moment, Wei Qi finally cried out loud again. Wu Xiaohan asked him, 'What's wrong? You don't like your master's saliva?' Wei Qi shook his head: 'No... it's just... thank you, master, for being so good to me. Master's saliva... is really sweet. You've worked hard today, master.' Wu Xiaohan patted Wei Qi on the head, her voice carrying a trace of indulgence: 'Alright, good dog, lie down and rest for a while. Be careful not to rub your wound.' Wei Qi nodded quietly. Wu Xiaohan then looked up at me and said, 'Xu Yangdong, if you want to go back, you can leave first. It's getting late. You can come over again tomorrow morning.' So I said goodbye to them and turned to leave on my own.

[^fn5]: This is indeed a widely circulated statement on the internet and has been mentioned in multiple forums. Some people even point out that for two weeks after the needle pierces the testicles, one should be careful not to bluntly strike the testicles.

Thursday, July 13

On Thursday morning, as usual, I came to Wu Xiaohan's house. As usual, she opened the door for me and then went to open Wei Qi's door. The difference was that today she didn't use the blindfold behind the door to cover Wei Qi's eyes. I took the initiative to hand her the blindfold, but she didn't take it: "It's fine, you two can look if you want. You'll see it sooner or later." She squatted in the bathroom, lifted her short skirt, revealing pure white lace-trimmed panties—I never imagined that one day I would see under my goddess's skirt. If I had to describe this scene with a title, it would be—"amazing grace." Just glancing at her spotless panties made my imagination run wild, making me float in the air. She quickly and gently took off her panties, revealing the most sacred part of the girl before us—the tender pink bud hidden beneath her fur, without a trace of worldly dust. As I couldn't help but quietly get an erection, a fine stream of urine finally trickled out from the depths of her sacred realm. The morning urine was naturally deep yellow. This time, Wei Qi still didn't get to drink the holy water, but he no longer imagined it from the sound and watched helplessly as the holy water fell from beside him into the toilet. After Wu Xiaohan finished urinating, she put the toilet paper for wiping right next to his mouth, and after he licked it twice, she put it back into his mouth for him to savor slowly. Seeing this somewhat sensual scene, I was stunned. It wasn't until Wu Xiaohan asked me to bring Wei Qi's food bowl and pour some dog food and water for him, that it took me two seconds to react. After I returned with dog food for him, Wu Xiaohan closed the door and the lights again, leaving Wei Qi in utter despair. Today, Wu Xiaohan wore a pair of white flat shoes and went out with me, as usual sending me to school. On the way, she asked me, 'Last night, did you think I was too inhumane?' I was a little surprised to hear Wu Xiaohan describe herself that way. I could only reply, 'It was much more severe than I imagined... But how could you use the term "inhumane"?' She said, 'By the end, I couldn’t bear it either—by the second time he cried, I couldn’t take it. Plus, my hands were really sore. But, you can’t just give up halfway through something like this. If you give up halfway, what happens in the next few days?' 'Hmm, true,' I agreed. Indeed, after observing and understanding her, Wu Xiaohan is just an ordinary girl and it’s impossible for her to be truly cruel at heart. It’s just that, like how she has worked hard at studying since childhood and been a top student for more than ten years, if she sets her mind on doing something diligently, she won’t give up easily. She sent me to school and said, 'How about we have dinner together tonight? In college, there was one time you invited me to eat and we never got around to it.' 'Really?' I was a bit pleasantly surprised. 'Of course. You pick the place and send it to me on your phone. Seven fifteen in the evening. It’s settled.' I chose a Southern Italian restaurant near the school and left the lab a little after six to wait for her there. She arrived on time for the appointment. She and I both looked completely like college students—except that she carried a handbag that looked expensive, though I didn't know what brand it was. When she sat across from me, I still felt somewhat unreal. After all, she was my goddess from years ago; just meeting again was a miracle, let alone going out to eat alone? I couldn't help but silently thank Wei Qi for coming. We ordered two appetizers and each of us ordered a main course. She even ordered a glass of limoncello to drink. Of course, in that case, I couldn't drink alcohol, since someone had to drive her home. She talked about her experience breaking up with that guy—after she went abroad, they gradually contacted each other less. Although that guy came to see her once, he couldn't be around her all the time. Later, they had a fight on the phone, and then didn't contact each other for a month, and eventually, she broke up with him. She hadn't dated anyone after that, focusing on her work. The house she lives in now was bought by her family many years ago. She returned to China to work for two and a half years, saved money to renovate a playroom, and bought a car. I asked about her SM experience, how extensive it really was, but she said that after renovating the playroom, she only met with two M partners, and before that, while abroad, she had trained one. Altogether—even counting Wei Qi and her ex-boyfriend—it was just five. Five, which is already more than the total number of girls in my contact list. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel inferior. Out of curiosity, I continued to probe, “So… how did you choose Wei Qi? You must have had quite a few male M’s contacting you online, right?” "There are many. For a while, people came to add me every day. Actually, I only arranged to meet him because he was my junior from my school. Because many of the male M who messaged me were really poor in manners, I thought, the students at our school can't possibly be that bad." "Oh, oh. There must be quite a few people trying to hit on you. So that's why you charge fees?" "Charging is just to filter out some ...... Uh...... Politically incorrect words, some people from the lower social strata who have no common language. But there's also a problem: some M types think I'm a professional S woman when they hear I'm charging—the kind who can make others lick their feet for a few hundred yuan. "Yeah, it seems like there are a lot of paid female S women who can do all kinds of activities nowadays." "Having someone lick your feet for a few hundred yuan—isn't that just selling your body? How is that any different from prostitution? Every time someone treats me as some so-called S woman, I get disgusted by it. So when I started off, I made it very clear: no matter how much you pay, whether it's ten thousand or a million, don't even think about getting close to my body, not even my feet. If you really have a foot fetish, just lick the soles of my shoes; My feet can't just be touched by an M. "Yeah, it really can filter out some disgusting people." "Right. I have one strict rule: no M is allowed to ejaculate here, and I won't give M footjobs or shoework. I'm not a hostess, and I don't do S to make M orgasm. "Then you're really ...... Uh...... So pure. ""Then some M saw these two rules and said I was showing off, and others said I 'don't know what I'm worth, really think of myself as a goddess.' All sorts of harsh remarks were just baffling. But there were a few who were willing to meet me, including Wei Qi. "So you're all sure about that?" "No, I didn't. I didn't want to be misunderstood, so I didn't charge him a cent, but I assigned him some tasks to do and then record videos to send to me as his first test. Of course, he wasn't really at ease at the time. After all, with so many scammers or girls calling themselves female S types, he was worried I might be scamming money or playing around. So we chatted for a while, met up again, and finally tried SM, including licking shoes and stepping on shoes, and only then did we both trust each other. "But you're still worried, saying you'd lock up chastity to test him." "Yeah, on one hand it was to test him, and on the other was to build his submissiveness and sexual desire, so that's why he locked him up for three months." Wu Xiaohan really is different from others. Being her M, not even letting her touch her feet—though maybe that's how S is supposed to be. After chatting and eating, it was time to go home. Eating with her made me quite satisfied—I even rushed to pay for the meal first. After that, I drove her car back to her house with her. Just like yesterday, she opened the door, unchained Wei Qi, and let him crawl to the sofa. Wei Qi's body was covered in wounds from the whipping the night before. Every whip mark was bright red and swollen and bulging; Some whip marks had bruised bruises beneath them. Her whole body was just a red with a hint of purple, looking truly shocking. She first poured some dog food for Wei Qi to eat: "Hey, hey, do you know? Xu Yangdong treated me to Italian food tonight. But you, you can only keep eating dog food. There's no choice, dogs can only eat dog food." After feeding them, she asked Wei Qi, "Your lower part should be basically healed by now, right? Why not keep playing with it, haha." Wei Qi probably thought this time he finally had a chance to unlock the chastity lock he'd been locked for months, but Wu Xiaohan immediately extinguished his fantasy: "Of course, I won't unlock it for you." She ordered Wei Qi to bring over the red high heels from the cabinet and change in. Wei Qi gently crawled to the shoe cabinet and picked up Wu Xiaohan's high heels. On the way back to the sofa, the whip marks on his knees were so worn they were scraped, leaving traces of blood all the way. Just like before, she told Wei Qi to first lick the soles of her white sneakers clean. After licking the dirty soles, she let Wei Qi take off her flats. She once again brought her foot to Wei Qi's mouth: "These are still the socks I wore yesterday. I usually change socks every day, but now, to satisfy a pervert like you, I'm planning to wear one pair for a few days. Come smell them, do they smell better?" Wei Qi sniffed the boat socks on Wu Xiaohan's feet and nodded. Wu Xiaohan said, "Perform well, and you'll lick me." Now, put on my high heels. The red of those high heels was bright and pure, with heels taller and thinner than the black shoes she had worn a couple of days ago. The golden soles were clean, with no signs of wear—probably because Wu Xiaohan didn't wear them when going out. Wei Qi bit the heel and placed the shoe in front of Wu Xiaohan, then carefully gripped the sole of the shoe and changed it for Wu Xiaohan. She walked into the training room, walked to a small wooden table in the corner, had Wei Qi kneel and rest his lower body on the edge of the table, then stood on the table. She inserted the heel of her shoe through the gap in the chastity lock and immediately pressed her weight up to stomp. The poor cock had nowhere to escape inside the chastity lock and could only obediently endure the immense pressure pressing down on the heel. Wei Qi screamed in pain, his continuous "ahhh" almost piercing through the walls. I almost felt like the whole building could hear it. Wu Xiaohan lifted his foot, and Wei Qi immediately collapsed to the ground in pain. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to put his lower body back, and only then did I realize that a large pit had been stepped on Wei Qi's penis. Wu Xiaohan said gently, "Does it hurt too much?" Alright, then step on your testicles. She pressed the tip of her shoe against Wei Qi's testicles and slowly stood on tiptoe to concentrate the pressure. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, moaning continuously from between his teeth. She lifted her foot and quickly stepped on the other testicle again. Wei Qi struggled to endure, sweat pouring down his forehead. At that moment, Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot and suddenly stomped Wei Qi's testicles with the tip of her shoe. He screamed in agony and instinctively covered it with his hand. Wu Xiaohan ordered in a tone that brooked no argument: "Take your hands away!" Then she stomped hard again. As poor Wei Qi once again screamed so loudly it seemed he would tear his throat apart, he couldn't help but shrink back and pull his genitals off the table. Wu Xiaohan angrily ordered, 'Put it back!' Wei Qi shook his head desperately and said, 'Master... could you be a bit gentler?' Wu Xiaohan replied, 'Alright, master will be gentle.' Only then did Wei Qi tremblingly put it back. Wu Xiaohan said, 'Master is gentle, very gentle, it won't hurt you,' while lightly rubbing his testicles with the sole of her shoe—her movements were very gentle, perhaps actually alleviating Wei Qi's pain. But just as Wei Qi gradually let down his guard, Wu Xiaohan suddenly lifted her foot and stomped forcefully. Wei Qi screamed in pain and collapsed backward onto the ground. This time, Wu Xiaohan was really angry. She walked to the cabinet and took out a hammer and nails. She placed a nail at the base of one side of Wei Qi's scrotum and hammered it forcefully several times, piercing through his scrotum and pinning it to the table. Three nails in total, one on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right, secured Wei Qi's scrotum. The stinging from the nails through the scrotum seemed somewhat bearable—Wei Qi only moaned softly. Wu Xiaohan then ordered Wei Qi to stretch out his hands to the two corners of the table and then hammered nails through the palm of his hands onto the table, preventing him from moving them. When the nails went through his hands, Wei Qi gritted his teeth and moaned softly. Wu Xiaohan, satisfied, stood back at the edge of the table—this time, Wei Qi had become a helpless lamb with no way to escape. As Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, she saw Wei Qi staring at her in terror, shaking his head continuously. She ignored him and stomped down forcefully. After Wei Qi let out a miserable scream, there was already a noticeable bluish bruise on his scrotum. Wu Xiaohan stomped several more times—poor Wei Qi screamed again, trembled, and struggled helplessly. Finally, Wu Xiaohan stopped stomping violently, instead crossing her feet and pressing his testicles under the soles of her shoes with her full body weight, twisting back and forth. Wei Qi's shrill screams became extremely distorted—his lips were bleeding from biting himself. Wu Xiaohan did not stop, but asked Wei Qi: 'What's wrong, do you think your master is too heavy?' 'No, not…' Wei Qi gasped in response. 'Then why does it hurt so much?' 'Because I am too useless, too impatient to endure stepping,' Wei Qi said weakly and tremulously, nearly crying. 'Hmm, so your master trains you like this, shouldn’t you thank your master?' 'Yes…' Wei Qi painfully forced out a few words with a twisted voice: 'Thank you, master.' Wu Xiaohan finally got off Wei Qi's testicles. Before Wei Qi had a chance to catch his breath, Wu Xiaohan stomped again on his already battered testicles. Wei Qi let out a miserable scream, then weakly said: 'Master… I beg you… please don’t step on my balls anymore… step on my penis instead.' 'Oh?' Wu Xiaohan agreed: 'Alright.' She inserted her heel back into the gap of the chastity lock, pressing down with her full body weight—and twisted for a while. Wei Qi screamed in pain and struggled desperately—this struggling only caused his hands to tear the wounds made by nails, causing more bleeding. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot—on Wei Qi's penis, the indentation she had made was already bleeding. Wei Qi had already closed his eyes, only shaking his head desperately. Wu Xiaohan inserted through another gap in the chastity lock, stomping and twisting again. Wei Qi's body twitched uncontrollably, tortured by pain beyond endurance. Wu Xiaohan raised her foot again, preparing to insert it through the last gap in the chastity lock—Wei Qi pleaded, 'Master… maybe you should step on the testicles… stepping on the penis is too painful…' Wu Xiaohan said, 'You really are fussy. It was you who said to step on the penis. Now you want to go back to the testicles. Fine, as a merciful master, I’ll satisfy you. Just don’t regret it this time.' Wu Xiaohan then stomped heavily on Wei Qi's testicles—Wei Qi screamed in agony, barely enduring the pain. But on the second stomp, Wu Xiaohan didn’t use the sole of her shoe, instead using the heel. The heel struck forcibly on the testicles, and Wei Qi finally could not bear this unprecedented pain, letting out a sharp scream and somehow lifting his right hand from the table. The nail piercing his right hand was still stuck in the table, with its head driven through his hand, leaving a large hole. Blood continuously flowed from that hole. But it was clear that even such extreme pain could not surpass the agony inflicted on his lower body by the heel. Seeing that Wei Qi did not cover himself with his hands, Wu Xiaohan violently stomped on the other testicle with her heel. After a heart-wrenching scream, Wei Qi's upper body collapsed backward, his eyes rolling back. Wu Xiaohan paused her abuse for the moment. When Wei Qi slightly recovered consciousness, he begged, 'I really can’t take the heel on the testicles. Are my testicles already shattered… Master, maybe you should step on the penis instead.' Wu Xiaohan said nothing, just walked straight down from the table and left the room. When she came back, she was holding the collar remote. She announced, "When Master steps on the penis, you want the master to step on the egg; when the master steps on the egg, you want the master to step on the penis, repeating the same thing, teasing the master, are you trying to tease the master?" "Today, just watch the master electrocute you." She pressed the shock button. Wei Qi's whole body tensed up and began to convulse violently. She didn't release the button immediately, and Wei Qi's convulsions grew more intense. A few seconds later, the moment she released the button, Wei Qi's eyes rolled back, he collapsed backward again, letting out a crying cry. As he collapsed, the nail driven into the base of his scrotum and the thumb of his left hand cruelly tore his flesh apart once more. Wu Xiaohan stood on the table again and warned Wei Qi, "If you keep talking or dodge, I guarantee next time I'll give you two minutes of electricity." Do you understand? Wei Qi nodded in fear. Wu Xiaohan jumped up from the table and stomped hard on Wei Qi's lower body. She jumped a few times—each time the landing wasn't precise, sometimes she stomped right in the center of the poor penis, deeply digging into the corpus cavernosum; sometimes it hit the edge of the penis, scraping the foreskin and causing it to bleed; sometimes stepping on the empty spot in the scrotum, striking the table with a crisp sound and leaving a terrifying mark; sometimes directly striking the fragile testicles, causing them to completely deform. The only common point was that every jumping and stepping made Wei Qi in unbearable pain, crying out repeatedly. One of Wu Xiaohan's jumps and steps might have struck an artery inside Wei Qi's penis, causing blood to gush out almost like a spray. Wu Xiaohan finally decided to let Wei Qi go. She pulled out the nails from Wei Qi's body, stuffed gauze into his chastity lock to stop the bleeding, and then went back to the living room to sit alone. After Wei Qi had a moment to recover from the pain and the bleeding had completely stopped, he also crawled out. His testicles were swollen out of shape and still seemed painful—every step he took made him grit his teeth and inhale sharply. Wu Xiaohan saw the blood stains left on the floor from Wei Qi's scraped knees and said, 'You should have licked the blood off the floor. But your saliva is pretty dirty too. How about this: I'll give you a wet wipe to hold in your mouth and you can clean the floor for me.' She took a wet wipe from the drawer under the coffee table, stuffed it into Wei Qi's mouth, and commanded, 'Crawl backward while wiping, that way you can immediately clean up any new blood you leave on the floor. In the end, just crawl back to the bathroom.' Wei Qi held the cloth in his mouth and obediently knelt, wiping the floor. As he wiped slowly and painfully, Wu Xiaohan also had me show her the footage of the trampling we had just recorded, saying she wanted to see herself stepping on Wei Qi. 'Wow, I’m actually that cruel,' she marveled while watching the video. 'You’re only realizing that now!' I rolled my eyes at her. 'Wei Qi is in so much pain. You’re basically a demon.' Wu Xiaohan looked at me disdainfully, then lowered her head and said to Wei Qi, 'Good dog, do you say your owner is a demon?' Wei Qi releasing the cloth he had been holding and setting it down replied, 'Yes...' Wu Xiaohan was clearly unsatisfied with this answer and asked in a threatening tone, 'Hmm? What did you just say?' "No," Wei Qi hurriedly defended, "I know Master isn't a demon, and Master treats me well...... It's just that I like it when Master treats me like a demon." This answer shook me once again. I never expected that an M could be so lowly and so fond of being abused. Besides, this M was my roommate who spent every day with him. Wu Xiaohan said with satisfaction, "Keep mopping the floor. Be good, Master will treat you even more devilishly in the future." That sentence struck me as well. In Wu Xiaohan's eyes, treating Wei Qi even more cruelly was actually a reward for him. Even M being abused by S was a reward from S, and M should be deeply grateful—maybe this is the protocol in SM relationships. After Wei Qi finished mopping the floor, he returned to the bathroom. Wu Xiaohan walked in and secured him. However, Wu Xiaohan still needed to use the bathroom. This time, Wu Xiaohan announced, "I'm about to have a big relief." Of course, you can only watch. "She took off her pure white panties and squatted above Wei Qi. She peed first—naturally, Wei Qi didn't get any of it. Soon, her anus began to open—to be honest, her anus was so soft and clean that you couldn't even associate the word "filthy." The stool started coming out of her tender anus—the stool wasn't coarse, and the color was a normal brown. The poop naturally smelled bad—I smelled it too, but luckily I could tolerate it. Wei Qi stared intently at her feces until it fell into the pit. After pooping, she wiped her own butt with paper, then held the paper up to Wei Qi's mouth and said, 'This is the master's poop. It's very dirty and smelly. Do you want it?' Wei Qi said, 'Mm. I want it.' Wu Xiaohan shoved the paper directly into his mouth. You could tell he choked a little and closed his mouth to gag. Wu Xiaohan then had him open his mouth to eat a second piece of toilet paper. This time, as soon as Wei Qi closed his mouth, he gagged again. Wu Xiaohan didn't give him the remaining pieces of toilet paper, only instructing him, 'Once you've held it in your mouth enough, spit it out. Eating paper is bad for your health.' Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan didn't wait for him to finish; as usual, she threw the key in the farthest corner of the bathroom from Wei Qi, then closed the door and left. It was getting late, so I packed up the camera, charged the camera batteries I had removed, and said goodbye to Wu Xiaohan before taking a taxi back to school.

Friday, July 14

On Friday morning, when I went to Wu Xiaohan's house, it was exactly the same routine—Wei Qi was called up to watch Wu Xiaohan pee, eat dog food, and then get locked up again. Wu Xiaohan still drove me to school. On the way, I couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaohan, "I still think you were really harsh on him last night." ""Didn't you notice, he really likes and is satisfied, and even grateful to me?" Wu Xiaohan replied calmly. "A little. At first, I thought he was afraid of you, so he said that. But then I felt like he really did think so." "Do you remember what I told you the day before yesterday? Cutting off all his reasonable needs makes him even hungrier and more despicable. Not unlocking his chastity lock these past two days, locking him in the bathroom, is just to cut off all other sources of his perception. He had been locked in a chastity lock for three months, so being trampled and abused was already his only chance for his lower body to touch something else, and of course he liked it very much. Also, locking him in a sunless bathroom was actually very cruel. He would spend his days in endless darkness, boredom, loneliness, and even self-doubt. So, for him, being tormented by me meant he could have the only emotional connection with the world. If I showed no desire to torment him, he would feel abandoned by the whole world. "Alright...... So...... Senior Xiaohan, are you deliberately training him to crave your abuse more and more? "Exactly. This is the most interesting and rewarding part. I trample him underfoot, humiliate him recklessly, torture him until he feels unbearable, and he still feels grateful to me—which really makes me feel good, hahaha. ""Senior Xiaohan, you really are a demon." "Thanks for the compliment, haha. But the real me really isn't a demon. Isn't it great to discover another side of yourself in the game SM, and also help Wei Qi discover parts of his body that even he hasn't noticed? In daily life, I'm the real me. At least I'm quite ladylike, right?" "Alright, I really can't find anything wrong with what you said. But how much longer will his miserable situation—where he can't even get pee and the chastity lock won't be opened?" Wu Xiaohan thought for a moment and said, "If it's pee, I'll give him some tonight." The chastity lock still has to wait two days. He's not submitting to me yet. "Oh my god. This can't even be called 'submission'—what more do you want Wei Qi to do? Do you have to skin him alive right in front of you?" "If I succeed, when the two-week captivity ends, you'll naturally find out." "Alright." That night, I waited for her again at Wu Xiaohan's doorstep. Wu Xiaohan untied Wei Qi and let him out, saying to him, "You're covered in wounds. Tonight, Master won't torture you anymore. Relax well tonight, Master will reward you." Wei Qi first enjoyed his dog food, then, as usual, licked the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels. After taking off Wu Xiaohan's high heels, Wu Xiaohan put his foot to Wei Qi's mouth and said to him, "You've been holding on for three days." I specially wore these socks for three days without changing them. Now, you can enjoy them. Take off my socks with your mouth. No touching my feet, no saliva. "How could I take off my socks without touching Wu Xiaohan's feet?" Wei Qi said aggrievedly, "Master, I ......can't take them off unless I touch your feet." "Oh," Wu Xiaohan didn't make things difficult for him. With her slender fingers, she gently lifted the heel of the sock and brought it to Wei Qi's mouth: "Here, here you go." So, Wei Qi used his dry lips to pinch the heel of the sock and pulled it off completely. I finally saw Wu Xiaohan's graceful toes again, but she immediately slipped her foot into her slippers, not giving me a chance to admire her closely. She switched to one foot and asked Wei Qi to take off the other sock as well. "You can smell or lick them, but put the socks on the floor. No one in your mouth." Following Wu Xiaohan's instructions, Wei Qi stuck out his tongue and started licking the socks on the floor. The socks hadn't been changed for three days, and the toes and heels were already a bit blackened, so there might be quite a bit of a smell. "Do you like them?" "Mm. Your socks smell so good, I really like them." Wu Xiaohan didn't say anything more, just watched him lick passionately for a long time before finally saying to him, "Alright, if you want to, just keep it." So Wei Qi bit the sock straight into his mouth, sucking passionately, using saliva to extract every bit of scent left on Wu Xiaohan's jade feet on the socks. At Wu Xiaohan's suggestion, I found a film by Poryavsky, and the three of us watched it together at home—of course, Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa, I sat on the side sofa, and Wei Qi knelt in front of the sofa, facing away from Wu Xiaohan, letting her put her feet on his back. Wei Qi kept Wu Xiaohan's sock in his mouth the whole time. After watching the movie, Wei Qi crawled back into the bathroom. After Wu Xiaohan locked it for him, she told him, "Today, you can drink my urine." After hearing this, Wei Qi's face clearly showed joy and anticipation, and he lay on the floor excitedly. Only then did I notice Wei Qi was still holding Wu Xiaohan's boat stocking—the socks had long been soaked with his saliva. Wu Xiaohan squatted down, took off her underwear, and instructed Wei Qi to toss her socks aside. This time, a trickle of urine flowed from the sacred black forest, dripping straight onto Wei Qi's face. Wei Qi quickly adjusted his head, opened his mouth wide to catch Wu Xiaohan's pale yellow urine. His mouth was already full, and Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. Wei Qi had no choice but to swallow quickly and open his mouth wide again. Of course, as he swallowed, urine dripped onto his face. Wu Xiaohan finally finished peeing, took the tissue, and dried herself. Wei Qi slowly swallowed the last bit of urine in his mouth. Wu Xiaohan looked down at the disheveled Wei Qi and asked, "Do you like it?" Wei Qi nodded contentedly, "Mm. Master's holy water really tastes great. Thank you, Master, for being so good to me tonight, thank you, Master." "Then tomorrow you'll have to obediently endure Master's abuse," Wu Xiaohan said, getting up and walking toward the bathroom door. "Mm, I definitely won't let Master down." As soon as Wei Qi finished speaking, Wu Xiaohan closed the bathroom door and knocked Wei Qi back into the darkness. Wu Xiaohan saw me off and told me that the next day was Saturday, so we could come to her at nine o'clock—she planned to take us out into the wild tomorrow.

Saturday, July 15

On Saturday morning, I arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house and called to wake her up. She still opened the door for me first, then went into the bedroom to change—this time she changed into a simple tee and a pair of long jeans. As usual, she went into the bathroom, ready to reward Wei Qi with morning urine. Wu Xiaohan took off her jeans—today she wore plain gray underwear, but it was still incredibly tempting. Under Wei Qi's expectant gaze, she peed into his mouth—this was his first time drinking Wu Xiaohan's morning urine. The much stronger-smelling morning urine went straight into Wei Qi's mouth, making him frown. But he opened his mouth wide and continued to urinate. Once his mouth was full, he swallowed it as fast as he could, then opened his mouth again. He swallowed it five times before Wu Xiaohan finished peeing. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "How does it taste?" Is it the same as last night?" Wei Qi replied, "Not really used to it...... But I'll do my best." "That's good. Xu Yangdong, bring me the dog food bag." She took the dog food bag I gave her and poured it for Wei Qi. Then, she walked out of the bathroom, took a hiking backpack, and entered the training room, packing a lot of things out; She also made sure to bring the shock remote with her. Wu Xiaohan gave me another hiking backpack, saying it was for installing a camera. After Wei Qi finished eating, Wu Xiaohan picked up the key and unlocked his chain. Then she walked to the main gate and ordered Wei Qi to change her shoes. This time, Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to change her hiking boots. Wu Xiaohan's brown-gray hiking boots are a bit old, but they still look imposing. Wei Qi picked up Wu Xiaohan's hiking boots with his mouth and placed them by her feet. Then he carefully held the heel of the boots with his mouth, allowing Wu Xiaohan to slip her feet, covered in gray cotton socks, into the shoes. After both feet were in the shoes, Wu Xiaohan spoke: 'Go ahead and use your hands to tie the laces.' Only then did Wei Qi use his hands to tie her shoelaces. She opened the front door and told Wei Qi, 'You just go down the stairs naked like this and get to the garage. The garage is on the first floor.' Indeed, the design of this community has all garages on the first floor; there are many doors along the corridor on the first floor that lead to each private garage. Wei Qi mustered up the courage to crawl out, and Wu Xiaohan reminded him, 'If you don’t want others to see you, crawl faster.' Covered in scars, Wei Qi clumsily crawled downstairs—looking from behind, the padlocks on the soles of his feet were surprisingly noticeable. Wu Xiaohan and I each carried our backpacks down the stairs. We successfully reached Wu Xiaohan’s car. She opened the trunk and let Wei Qi crawl inside. The trunk was very narrow, and Wei Qi clearly had to lie curled up to fit and to close it. However, Wu Xiaohan was not satisfied and ordered, 'Kneel.' Wei Qi could only kneel and lay down, pressing his head against the bottom, bending his knees as much as possible and lowering his back to minimize his height. Wu Xiaohan still pressed down on the trunk lid hard to make sure it was closed properly. The trunk was filled to capacity with Wei Qi inside; even the camera had to be placed on the back seat. Wu Xiaohan got into the driver's seat and told me to get in the car. We then drove toward the outskirts. Wu Xiaohan told me that she planned to go to a deserted mountain that she was familiar with. However, it would take about an hour and a half to drive there. On the way, Wu Xiaohan and I had a simple lunch at a roadside restaurant and continued on our journey. By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, it was already 12:30 p.m. When Wu Xiaohan opened the trunk, poor Wei Qi was already exhausted. His spine was so compressed that he couldn’t straighten up for a while. Wu Xiaohan helped him out of the car and gave him some water. Having been without sunlight for days, he squinted his eyes at the glaring sun. Wu Xiaohan and I started walking up the small path. I originally wanted to help carry Wu Xiaohan’s backpack, but she took her mountaineering bag and carried it herself. Wei Qi struggled to crawl behind us. His knees were badly abraded, so he carefully tiptoed and crawled using his hands and feet, avoiding letting his knees touch the ground. Halfway up the mountain, Wu Xiaohan and I sat on a rock to wait for Wei Qi—after a long wait, he slowly crawled up. Wei Qi looked so pitiful that it broke my heart—his body was covered with whip marks, the collar around his neck had rubbed his skin raw and swollen, the chastity lock on his lower body left his penis bruised in a dark purple color, and he still had the two padlocks on his feet; obviously, he had tried to crawl faster, and all his scars were covered in sweat. Wu Xiaohan said to Wei Qi, 'Wei Qi, the master needs to use the toilet a bit. You can finally taste the gold you’ve been longing for.' Wu Xiaohan spread a disposable picnic mat on the ground and had Wei Qi lie on it. Wei Qi opened his mouth, ready to enjoy his 'picnic.' Wu Xiaohan squatted skillfully above Wei Qi’s face, taking off her jeans and gray underwear damp with sweat. Wei Qi had not expected that his first time eating Wu Xiaohan’s feces would be out in the open. Wu Xiaohan's daisy slightly parted, and a piece of hard-looking brown feces slowly squeezed out. Seeing this scene, Wei Qi got hard again inside the chastity lock. And the feces finally hung down and fell into Wei Qi's mouth. If I hadn't seen something like this in adult videos, I probably would have thrown it out right away. Even though I'd seen this fecal-loving thing countless times in videos, seeing this scene so vividly before my eyes still made it hard for me to accept. Wu Xiaohan stopped, waiting for Wei Qi to swallow. Wei Qi immediately felt nauseous and vomited. It seemed that the smell of feces was ultimately hard for people to accept. Wei Qi chewed, trying to swallow—but his instinctive physiological reaction made him retch again, even spitting half of the feces out of his mouth. Wu Xiaohan resolutely ordered, "It's what you want." Swallow—go—go—and don't waste the reward your master gave you." Wei Qi nodded gently, trying hard to swallow the feces. At first, his instinctive reaction made him resist the smell of the feces, so he vomited it out—along with the stomach acid, to the side. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to open his mouth wide and pull another piece of feces into his mouth. This piece of feces was slightly lighter in color and softer in texture; But it was very long, and the top even piled up at Wei Qi's mouth, resting on his chin. At this moment, she wiped her delicate body clean with a piece of paper, threw the paper aside, and stood up. She walked to the side and took out the remote control for the electric collar from her backpack. When Wei Qi saw the electric device in Wu Xiaohan's hand, he realized that if he didn’t obediently eat it, he would experience an electric shock worse than death. Then he immediately tried hard to suppress his physical discomfort and swallowed Wu Xiaohan's feces. But it was the first time he had eaten something so foul, and he really couldn’t hold back his instinct to vomit. He coughed a few times, spitting out some fragments of feces. Wu Xiaohan took out a taser and placed her hand on it. Wei Qi panicked and hurriedly swallowed the feces in his mouth—so as to avoid the situation that had just occurred, he swallowed the entire piece as fast as he could. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan asked, “What’s wrong? Not savoring the scent of your master’s body properly, swallowing it so quickly?” Wei Qi shook his head, had to chew a little, and continued swallowing, but as he again couldn’t help vomiting, there was almost nothing left in his mouth—the previous feces had only a third swallowed; nearly two-thirds had been vomited out. Wu Xiaohan shook her head and pressed the taser button. Wei Qi’s body shuddered and immediately bent over—he was also choked by the remaining feces in his mouth. The electric shock twisted him for two or three seconds before Wu Xiaohan let go. Screaming miserably and trembling all over, he hurried to swallow all the remaining feces in his mouth. Then, Wu Xiaohan had him lie down and eat up the feces that had fallen on the mat. Wei Qi hurried to lie down and lick them up, while Wu Xiaohan stamped heavily on Wei Qi’s head, disdainfully looking at this despicable man at her shoe sole. After finishing, Wu Xiaohan took out a bottle of mineral water for Wei Qi to rinse his mouth, then ordered him to clean up the mat, cover it with two layers of plastic bags, put it in my bag, and later throw it away in a trash can once down the mountain. We continued along the trail upward. After about half an hour, we reached a sparse pine forest, and Wu Xiaohan decided to stop. She found a stone to sit on and had me set up the camera a few meters in front of her. We waited for Wei Qi for about half an hour before he obediently climbed up. Wu Xiaohan informed Wei Qi, 'We’ve decided to play with you here.' She then had Wei Qi crawl to her feet. She stretched out her legs, resting her heels on the ground, showing the soles of her shoes to Wei Qi, and said, 'Look at my shoes, there’s already so much dirt on them.' At this moment, the wind slightly lifted Wu Xiaohan’s hair, and her serene smile looked so pure and innocent, making one feel a sudden urge to protect her. Wei Qi could not resist the goddess’s charm and whispered, 'Then… Mistress… can I help you clean them with my tongue?' 'Mm, go ahead.' Wei Qi lowered his head and began licking Wu Xiaohan’s soles. The dirt embedded in the soles was slowly licked off and swallowed by Wei Qi. Apparently used to this, when Wu Xiaohan looked down at the man at her feet, her expression was very serene. However, one could vaguely sense the happiness in her heart. After Wei Qi cleaned both sides of her shoe soles, Wu Xiaohan took out handcuffs and leg cuffs from her backpack, threw them to the ground, and commanded Wei Qi, 'Take them to the tree at the back and lock yourself to it.' Wei Qi crawled to the tree, and under Wu Xiaohan’s repeated instructions, first knelt in front of the tree with his back against it, then wrapped his feet around the tree from both sides and cuffed them together behind the tree; he then did the same with his hands, cuffing them behind the tree as well. In this way, he was securely tied to the tree and unable to escape. And he could only kneel, unable to stand or lie down. Wu Xiaohan got up to pick up the keys and returned, then lifted her foot and rubbed the tip of her shoe against Wei Qi's locked genitals, saying, 'Poor little slut, your dick is locked up, and it hasn’t been used yet. Don’t you want your sister to soothe it with her foot?' Before Wei Qi could respond, Wu Xiaohan withdrew her foot, then lifted it back and kicked it heavily forward into Wei Qi's crotch. Although Wei Qi's penis was enclosed in a stainless steel cage, the hiking boots provided enough protection for Wu Xiaohan's foot, so the chastity lock didn’t hurt her. Of course, the pain did not spare Wei Qi. He inhaled sharply, bent his knees lower, and slumped down. Wu Xiaohan kicked him forcibly several more times, causing Wei Qi to cry out in pain and try to squeeze his legs together—but his legs were spread apart by the tree, making it impossible to close them. The only effect of his struggle was leaving another red mark on his ankles from the shackles. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot to kick again, and Wei Qi finally couldn’t help but beg for mercy. Even after the previous days’ lesson that pleading was useless, Wei Qi probably still held onto a bit of hope. He didn’t dare to ask Wu Xiaohan to stop kicking; he only trembled in his voice as he pleaded, 'M-Master, I can’t take it anymore, let me rest for a moment before you kick again.' But undoubtedly, Wei Qi’s plea only further stimulated Wu Xiaohan’s sadistic desire. Wu Xiaohan even stepped back two steps for a running start, then slammed her hiking boot mercilessly into Wei Qi’s defenseless testicles. Wei Qi yelled in continuous pain, his shaking body causing the tree to sway along with him. His upper body bent forward to the limit, but his hands were tightly cuffed to the tree, so he couldn't really lie down. Therefore, his fragile testicles were exposed unprotected under Wu Xiaohan's brutal kicks. Under Wu Xiaohan's continuous kicks, Wei Qi's body was completely limp, and his eyes rolled back. Blood began to flow from his lower body—probably the blood from the friction between Wu Xiaohan's hiking boots and stainless steel chastity locks. Wu Xiaohan only stopped when he saw the blood dripping onto his hiking boots. "Look at you, useless thing, you've soiled the master's shoes, sigh." Wei Qi was in so much pain he nearly lost consciousness, mechanically shaking his head without saying a word. Wu Xiaohan walked back to the edge of her hiking gear and took out a thick, long leather whip from inside. I was a bit surprised: "Are we going to hit him again?" He's about to faint...... "Then we'll wake him up." Wu Xiaohan said with a hint of resentment. But...... The whip wounds on his body are still barely healed...... "The reason I say this is because his body is still covered in scars that haven't fallen off yet, and at first glance, they look shocking." Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes." Knocking off the scar and then beating it even deeper is what a lowly person like him deserves. With him like this now, the whip marks would disappear in half a year, which is too short.” After saying that, Wu Xiaohan swung the whip and struck heavily on Wei Qi's chest. The sound of the whip echoed throughout the valley, while Wei Qi's screams were much quieter—so weak that he could barely even mumble. During the first few strikes, he remained relatively calm, but later he couldn’t help but struggle and twist in vain. With the whip striking continuously, the scars that Wei Qi had painstakingly formed on his body were torn away, and the new whip marks were exceptionally bright red, imprinting over the previously mottled scars. Blood gushed out from various parts of his body, splattering onto the pine needles piled on the ground with each lash of the whip. Wu Xiaohan, exhausted from whipping, finally stopped. Wei Qi felt a sense of relief, yet he was not at ease, just letting his head droop to the side while gasping for breath. Wu Xiaohan did not go back to sit down, but walked over to me and handed me the whip: 'Xu Yangdong, you continue hitting him.' I was very surprised: 'Me? That’s not appropriate.' Wu Xiaohan said, 'As a friend, you’re doing me a favor; what’s inappropriate about that?' She insisted on giving me the whip. I took the whip and walked to Wei Qi. Looking at him, his body covered in blood and severely wounded, barely alive, I could not bear to strike him. Wu Xiaohan saw that I had not acted and said to me, 'Hit him. Don’t disappoint me.' Wei Qi still kept his head down. I couldn’t imagine what his eyes would look like if he looked up at me at that moment. I said to Wu Xiaohan, 'I really can’t bring myself to do it. I am too familiar with him.' Wu Xiaohan then shouted at Wei Qi, 'Bastard, your master is tired and wants to rest. Speak up and let Xu Yangdong hit you.' Wei Qi dared not disobey, so he quietly said, 'Brother Dong, it’s okay, hit me. Let my master rest for a while.' Seeing the determination in Wei Qi’s eyes, I steeled myself and picked up the whip, striking him once. I didn’t dare strike very hard, but the whip still whistled through the air in my hand and lashed across Wei Qi’s body. Wei Qi trembled and continued to keep his head down, preparing for the next strike. After I whipped her a few times, Wu Xiaohan spoke: "Xu Yangdong, you're hitting way too lightly. You're a guy, at least you're stronger than me. Use your full strength. If you don't use enough force, I'll give Wei Qi an electric shock as punishment." Wei Qi heard the word "electric shock" and was so startled he quickly spoke up: "Dong-ge, just hit me harder. Please, I really don't want to be electrocuted by the master." I had no choice but to swing the whip in my hand with all my strength. This time, Wei Qi cried out in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably. Wu Xiaohan said, "That's more like it. Use a bit more force." I had no choice but to keep whipping Wei Qi—the marks I left were clearly deeper than those Wu Xiaohan had left. Wei Qi clenched his teeth in pain, his eyes wide, veins bulging on his forehead; He twisted his body from side to side, trying to dodge the whip's direct blow. After a while, Wu Xiaohan stood beside me, leaned in to encourage me, and said, "Go for it, Xu Yangdong. Thank you for your help. Use a bit more strength." The warm breath from her mouth brushed straight into my ear, making my whole body go weak; And her clear, lark-like voice made me unable to resist. Without thinking, I obeyed her instructions and used all my strength to strike Wei Qi. Wei Qi's body twisted helplessly in front of me, and I forced myself to ignore it. Wei Qi's blood was splattering everywhere, and he was already sobbing. My hand was indeed sore, so I used this as an excuse to stop and returned to my camera. Wu Xiaohan loudly praised me: "Xu Yangdong, you looked so handsome when you fought Wei Qi." "I didn’t know how to respond, so I simply said 'thank you' and handed the whip back to her. Wu Xiaohan wiped the whip clean, put it back in her bag, slung the bag over her shoulder, and went to Wei Qi to touch his face. She said, 'Xu Yangdong and I will leave first. You can stay here overnight; we’ll come to untie you tomorrow. Anyway, it’s summer, so you won’t freeze staying naked. Hang in there.' Then she signaled for me to leave with her. Wei Qi said nothing, watching us leave with a look of grievance and fear. I asked Wu Xiaohan if they would really come to untie him tomorrow. Wu Xiaohan said, 'Of course not. It’s dangerous at night with wild animals and all. We’ll climb to the top of the mountain, and untie him on the way down.' So we climbed the mountain. Wu Xiaohan also said to me, 'Honestly, you did really well just now, you have potential.' I smiled awkwardly and asked her, 'When you hit him with the rattan at your house before, you were even more exhausted than today, but you persisted. So why did you make me do it today? I really feel so embarrassed.' Wu Xiaohan explained, 'Before, it was to build his feelings for me and stir up his admiration, so no matter how tired I was, I had to do it myself. But now that the feelings are established, it’s time for the next phase. I deliberately let you hit him today because I want to humiliate him, to show him that as long as I order it, even if someone else tortures him, he has to accept it—he is the lowest.' I was somewhat astonished at how meticulous and cruel Wu Xiaohan’s thinking was. As we climbed the mountain, I followed behind Wu Xiaohan, continuously admiring her figure from behind." I couldn't help but recall the time during my freshman year when I went hiking with the Orienteering Club. I always followed behind Wu Xiaohan, silently admiring her figure from afar, even secretly taking a few photos with my phone to keep as souvenirs. At that time, she didn't have hiking boots and was only wearing ordinary sneakers for the hike. During our rest breaks, I never dared to look directly at Wu Xiaohan's face, only lowering my gaze to stare at the white sneakers on her feet in a daze. Now, going hiking with Wu Xiaohan again, I somehow feel a sense of temporal dislocation. I admired the goddess's back as we climbed, getting closer to the summit. The happiest moment occurred near the top. There was a large rock ledge, taller than one person, which needed to be climbed from below, and no ropes had been left by previous climbers. I first climbed up through the cracks in the rocks, and then Wu Xiaohan handed our backpacks up to me from below before climbing up herself. She reached out her hand, asking me to pull her up. The moment I touched her fingertips, it was like an electric shock; I was struck by the warmth of her fingers. Her hand was as soft as marshmallow and as smooth as silk. I even hesitated to hold on tightly. But since I needed to help pull her up, I had no choice but to grasp her hand firmly. Was this my first time holding a girl's hand? No, perhaps this can't even be considered holding hands. After pulling her up, I lingered a bit, reluctant to let go; but I didn't dare cross any boundaries and quickly released her hand. So this is what they mean by 'the warmth of a girl's palm,' this is what they mean by 'the hand still retains its warmth.' I indulged in my thoughts while feeling embarrassed by how "loser-like" my mind was. The view from the top of the mountain was quite nice — the mountain was surrounded by many hills, and although it wasn't exactly a case of 'overlooking all mountains,' it was enough to see all the surrounding valleys. In the summer afternoon, there wasn't a wisp of mist among the mountains, only the sharply defined rocks, ridges, and withered tree trunks that looked like paintings. Wu Xiaohan and I stood at the top, as the wind rushed past, swaying the reeds on the nearby slopes and blowing Wu Xiaohan's hair. For a moment, I completely forgot about Wei Qi's existence, only wanting time to freeze at this moment, standing by Wu Xiaohan, until this mountain peak disappears millions of years later. Wu Xiaohan asked me to take a photo of her: 'Hey photographer classmate, your photography skills aren't too bad, right?' I replied, 'They should be okay. At least, I'll be serious about it.' I crouched to find a good angle and took several photos of Wu Xiaohan. The shooting angle had a slight upward gaze, just the way I imagined it should be. Time was getting on, and I had to reluctantly say goodbye to the mountaintop, descending the same way with Wu Xiaohan. We reached that rock step over a person high again. This time I jumped down first and then had her pass our bags to me. Wu Xiaohan was a little scared — after all, the steps below weren't flat, and there was a steep slope on the side, so jumping down recklessly could lead to falling or sliding. I told her to face the rock, hold on to the top of it, and slowly climb down. Seeing that she had no foothold, I extended my hand to the middle of the rock and told Wu Xiaohan, 'Just step on my hand.' Wu Xiaohan hesitated for a moment and said, 'Is it okay?' I said, 'Mm.' So, she stepped on my hand. Seeing the goddess’s brown-gray hiking boots, covered in mud, pressing into my palm, I felt an indescribable happiness. Being able to hold her with my own hand, it felt as though I was lifting the whole world, and my subconscious desire to protect her was fully satisfied. After she got down to the ground, she said to me, 'I made your hand dirty. Sorry about that.' For some reason, I suddenly didn’t feel embarrassed and said, 'It’s okay. My hand is really honored to be held under your foot.' Wu Xiaohan was obviously embarrassed by my words and had to change the subject: 'Alright, give me my bag, let’s go.' I actually hoped that the path down the mountain would be longer, so I could spend more time alone with Wu Xiaohan. Subconsciously, I even wished that Wei Qi would disappear, so that this day could become a hiking trip for just Wu Xiaohan and me. But that was obviously impossible. When we descended and returned to Wei Qi, the forest was already bathed in the red light of the setting sun. Wei Qi was still slumped in place, and the blood on him had dried. He heard the movement and opened his eyes: 'You… you’re back?' Wu Xiaohan said, 'Mm. We’ve come down from the summit and are ready to go home. You just stay here on the mountain.' Wei Qi didn’t say anything—he had probably already accepted the situation or realized that saying anything wouldn’t change it. Wu Xiaohan continued to walk a couple of steps in the downhill direction, then turned back and went forward: 'Alright, just kidding. I’ll unlock it for you now.' Wei Qi could hardly believe the good news: 'Really?' Thank you, Master, thank you......" Wu Xiaohan took out the key, unlocked his handcuffs and shackles, put them back in his backpack, and started heading down the mountain. It was getting late, so instead of leaving Wei Qi behind, we let him crawl ahead and we followed. Wu Xiaohan took the whip out of his bag and, like a coachman, whipped Wei Qi with it, cursing him: "Useless, can't you just crawl faster?" The scene was actually a bit humorous. By the time they got back to the car, the sun had already set. Wei Qi's hands and calves were already covered in mud, so Wu Xiaohan first laid a new picnic mat in the trunk before making Wei Qi kneel inside. Wu Xiaohan was tired too, so she asked me to drive back to the city. By the time we got back to the city, it was already nine o'clock, so she suggested we find a place to have barbecue. She and I left Wei Qi in the trunk to go have barbecue. But we overestimated how hungry we were—we ordered too much food. We decided to bring the portion we couldn't eat to Wei Qi. When we arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house and let Wei Qi out, poor him was so hungry he couldn't move. Indeed, when he ate Wu Xiaohan's feces before, he had already thrown up stomach acid, and kneeling up the mountain had taken a lot of energy. Now he was starving, which was perfectly normal. Wu Xiaohan took out the leftover barbecue and dumped it on the garage floor, saying, "Here, I'll improve your meal today. The leftovers we eat are yours." Wei Qi's eyes lit up instantly and he pounced on him to eat. Wu Xiaohan said irritably, "Get up first!" Then she stepped on the food with the sole of her boot, soaking it with mud before Wei Qi could continue eating. Watching him eat like a wolf and a tiger, Wu Xiaohan said, 'I’ll go upstairs to rest first. After you finish eating and clean up the floor, you two can come up.' Wu Xiaohan went upstairs. So for the first time in these past few days, I got some alone time with Wei Qi. I told him, 'Take it slow, no rush.' After he finished eating, I took some paper, dipped it in water, and cleaned the floor, then asked him, 'These past few days must have been really hard for you, right?' Wei Qi only uttered four words: 'Worse than dying.' 'Did you expect it to be this miserable before coming?' 'I expected it to be intense, but I didn’t think it would be this hard to endure, this painful.' 'Sigh. You must regret it, right?' 'A little. But now that I’m here, I can’t just run away.' 'That’s true. You’ve never played this intensely before, right?' 'I used to prick myself with needles, but it was just four or five needles. Playing these past few days was much more painful.' I could only sigh, 'Yeah. She really is ruthless.' 'Really, I didn’t expect before that she could be so gentle when not tormenting someone, yet so cruel when she does.' 'She completely redefined my perception of her. I never even dared to imagine she could be an S. But, do you really like her?' Wei Qi admitted, 'I guess so. Such a good female S is really rare. By the way… did you pursue her?' 'Yeah. Back in my freshman year, I was young and reckless.' 'No wonder you were so obedient in front of her.' 'Not even close to you; you truly served her like a worker.' Seeing him remain silent, I reminded him, 'It’s only the fifth day, you still have nine days to endure.' He just sighed. We seemed to tacitly agree not to mention that I had whipped him today. After he went upstairs, Wu Xiaohan said, "You’re all tired, rest early. I’m tired too. Xu Yangdong, you can go back first." She then looked at Wei Qi and said, "You’re too dirty; go take a shower first, and I’ll come to lock you up afterward." Wei Qi crawled to the bathroom, and after I thanked Wu Xiaohan, I took my leave and went downstairs. The awkwardness and guilt of personally whipping Wei Qi still lingered in my heart; but the wonderful scene on the mountaintop with Wu Xiaohan continued to linger in my mind even more.

Sunday, July 16

Around ten in the morning, I arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house. After she opened the door for me, she went to unlock Wei Qi's door in her pajamas. Maybe out of laziness, this time she didn't give Wei Qi the morning urine directly, but instead poured all the urine into Wei Qi's food bowl, mixed with dog food, and fed it to him. When Wei Qi was lying down eating dog food, Wu Xiaohan told us she had decided to rest at home for a day. Wei Qi just helped clean the house. Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi hold a rag in her mouth and wipe the floor clean; except for her bedroom—she didn't allow Wei Qi to enter her bedroom. Although Wei Qi moved slowly, he had plenty of time to work slowly. Wu Xiaohan sat on the windowsill, reading Wittgenstein's "Philosophical Studies." I asked her with a bit of admiration, "Senior Xiaohan, you still study philosophy?" Wu Xiaohan replied, "No." True philosophers have already read this book several times. I just read it as a casual book, and I can't fully understand it. "I don't know if that's really the case, or if she's just being modest." I also took out my laptop from the desk beside me and started organizing the video clips I had filmed here these past few days. Wei Qi's repeated struggles of unbearable pain still made people shudder to watch it now. I looked up and saw Wu Xiaohan sitting calmly by the balcony, intently reading, seemingly quieter, sweeter, and more gentle than most girls. I really couldn't connect her to the demon who had tormented Wei Qi again and again. I edited the climax scenes of each abuse and let the computer start rendering the videos. I looked up and saw sunlight shining on Wu Xiaohan's toes. Her clear nails glittered with a golden sheen, and her snow-white toes looked even more dazzling in the sunlight, without a trace of lines, smooth as jade. What a perfect pair of feet—so perfect they hardly seemed to belong to this world. And these feet belonged to such a perfect girl. Her face, her sunlit hair, all were irresistibly charming. A girl like her, no matter how much she tormented Wei Qi, no one could bear to blame her for a single thing; even if she left Wei Qi bloodied and battered, I would probably only care if the blood stained her body. I was looking up, lost in admiration for Wu Xiaohan, when she called out without lifting her head: 'You worthless dog, get me a glass of water.' For some reason, it seemed I only registered that 'Wu Xiaohan wants water,' and I got up to pour her a glass. Wu Xiaohan was a little surprised to see it was me giving her the water and asked, 'Why is it you? I told my worthless dog to get me water. Do you want to be my worthless dog?' 'N-no… Wei Qi is in the kitchen mopping the floor, maybe he didn't hear, so I came…' Wu Xiaohan took the water and scolded me, 'Don't steal Wei Qi's work. Wei Qi wants so much to serve me, don't take away his chance. He’s even paid me for it.' I couldn't help but feel inferior—having not paid, I didn’t even have the right to serve tea and water to Wu Xiaohan. Although I knew this was not Wu Xiaohan’s true intention, I still felt a little sad. Wu Xiaohan then said to me: 'Oh, I don't want to cook lunch today. Let's just order pizza for delivery. You take care of placing the order.' In the afternoon, you and I will go grocery shopping together, and we’ll cook at home in the evening.” I ordered a large pizza and a box of chicken wings. At 12:30 p.m., the delivery arrived, and Wu Xiaohan and I sat on the sofa to eat the pizza. Wu Xiaohan was in a good mood, so she called Wei Qi to kneel at her feet and tossed the leftover chicken bones into his food bowl for him to eat. Wei Qi didn’t waste this rare treat imbued with Wu Xiaohan’s lingering flavor on it; he actually chewed up all the bones and swallowed them. After lunch, I suggested we show them the edited video. I connected the computer to the TV and surround sound in the living room and started playing it. Wei Qi’s screams came from the speakers, echoing throughout the room. Wu Xiaohan watched with a bit of satisfaction: “Wow. A few days ago, I was actually this cruel to him.” Wei Qi looked helpless; I guessed he was thinking: “Don’t you realize how cruel you are yourself? I’m almost being tortured to death, you know.” Wu Xiaohan nudged Wei Qi with her foot and asked, “Watching yourself get abused like this, how does it feel?” “I feel very satisfied; being abused is worth it,” Wei Qi obediently replied, “I will definitely treasure this video.” Wu Xiaohan said, “You also need to behave next. Otherwise, I’ll have Xu Yangdong send this video to your classmates so everyone can see how pathetic you are, haha.” “Yes, don’t worry, Master. I will definitely be a good slave.” In the afternoon, Wu Xiaohan took out her dirty underwear and hand-washed it in a basin. Wei Qi’s eyes widened when he saw the dirty underwear in her hands. Wu Xiaohan asked him, “What’s wrong, want to lick it?” Wei Qi nodded: “Yes. Can I?” Wu Xiaohan scoffed, "You pervert. You don't even deserve to lick my socks, and you dare to think about my underwear?" "Then...... Master, let me wash it for you. "If you want to touch something on my body, do you think I'd let your dirty hands touch it?" "No...... No. I'm sorry, Master, I just wanted to help you. "Alright, go rest well for a while. You'll still have something to deal with this afternoon." Wu Xiaohan, for once, sent Wei Qi's phone back to him, saying, "If you want to contact your family or anything, do it now. The next time I'll give you the phone is next weekend." After washing and hanging her underwear, Wu Xiaohan decided to start playing with Wei Qi. She first confiscated Wei Qi's phone, then sat on the sofa and ordered Wei Qi to bring her hiking boots from yesterday. Since Wu Xiaohan had left Wei Qi in the garage last night and went upstairs herself, she had taken off her shoes and socks and piled them at the door; When Wei Qi took the shoes, they were still covered in mud. Inside the shoes were Wu Xiaohan's gray cotton socks. Wu Xiaohan took the socks out of her shoes and shook them in front of Wei Qi's face: "Master, you sweated all day climbing yesterday and got them all inside your shoes." These socks must smell pretty good. Right, you dog? "Maybe because the socks are gray, they don't look dirty. But judging from Wei Qi's satisfied and even somewhat intoxicated expression, there was indeed a noticeable odor on the socks. "Want to lick them?" "Mm-hmm." Wu Xiaohan put the socks back and set them aside, saying, "If you behave well later, the master will reward you with the socks." Come, help the master put the shoes on first. Wei Qi bit the heel of the hiking boots and helped Wu Xiaohan put on the boots barefoot. Wu Xiaohan didn't let Wei Qi lick them, but instead asked, "Today, the master plans to unlock your chastity lock, okay?" Wei Qi quickly nodded, "Really?" Wu Xiaohan said, "Mm. You performed pretty well a few days ago, so today I'll unlock it for you." Wei Qi didn't immediately gratefully let Wu Xiaohan unlock the lock but asked cautiously, "Master...... Did you unlock it to ruin it badly? Wu Xiaohan sneered, "Do you think if you don't unlock it, the master can't torture you?" "Oh, oh...... Well then...... I still thank the master for being willing to unlock it for me. "She bent down and personally inserted the key into the chastity lock's keyhole, unlocking it. Wei Qi immediately prepared to fully remove the lock himself, but Wu Xiaohan stopped her. Wu Xiaohan clamped the chastity lock between her nimb feet and took it off. Wei Qi's penis, locked up for months and then tormented, finally regained its freedom. Wu Xiaohan sneered at Wei Qi's weak lower body with the tip of her shoe: "Sigh, it's already locked so small? Can't get hard anymore?" Wei Qi's face flushed red, and Wu Xiaohan continued, "Look at you, this thing is so disgusting. Luckily, the owner isn't really clean even wearing these shoes." You should be stuck with the mud, right? "This humiliation made Wei Qi so excited that he started to get hard. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan continued to humiliate: "Hey, you can actually get hard?" Just this little thing? "Wu Xiaohan asked me to carry a small wooden stool and ordered Wei Qi to rest his newly freed lower body onto it. Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa and stepped on Wei Qi's penis with the sole of her shoe. At this moment, Wei Qi's penis was fully erect. Wu Xiaohan mocked again: 'Sigh, look at you, even when hard it's just this small, completely useless. What girl could accept such a tiny useless thing?' She lifted her foot and stomped hard. Wei Qi let out a soft whimper from the pain. Wu Xiaohan continued: 'Talk about it, you've been locked up for so long, and you can still get hard. All that locking was useless.' She stomped several times, leaving shoe marks and dirt on Wei Qi's genitals, then used her hand to lift his chin and asked, 'Tell me, you can still get hard, what should we do?' 'I... don't know.' 'You're so tiny, is it even useful when hard? What can you do with it when hard?' 'Then...' 'Shall the master completely abuse you into impotence?' 'Master, no... I still have the rest of my life...' Wei Qi's voice was very soft. Wu Xiaohan stood up and stepped heavily on Wei Qi's penis, saying: 'The rest of your life? You really think your little penis will be useful for the rest of your life? Other than being stepped on and abused by the master, should it have any other use?' 'Master... really... don't...' 'I'm not going to abuse you into impotence right now... I'll just play according to the way you want to play, to satisfy you. Don't worry.' Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi: 'Go to the training room, on the left side inside one of the cabinets at the very bottom, find a box of nails, and then wait for me there.' Wu Xiaohan entered the training room and, looking at the nail Wei Qi had taken out, said with satisfaction, 'You seemed to have said for a long time that you wanted your master to nail your penis. This time, your master will fulfill your wish.' She wiped the bench clean with an alcohol swab; then cleaned Wei Qi's penis and placed it back on the edge of the bench. She took out a nail and placed it above Wei Qi's glans. Then she picked up a hammer and struck the nail forcefully. At the first strike, Wei Qi trembled all over and inhaled sharply—but she did not really use much force. She struck a second time forcefully, driving the head of the nail into Wei Qi's flesh. She hit a third, fourth, and fifth time, and finally, the sound of the nail became crisp, probably having penetrated Wei Qi's glans and nailed into the wood of the bench. She tapped a few more times to secure the nail firmly. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, endured, and moaned softly, trying not to scream. Wu Xiaohan then nailed the second nail in as well. Wei Qi continued to grit his teeth, making only very soft sounds. By now, Wei Qi was sweating profusely. Two nails, one on the left and one on the right, had pierced his poor glans and been nailed into the chair. At this moment, escape was impossible. Wu Xiaohan brought the third nail and drove it into the center of Wei Qi's glans; likely piercing the urethra this time, Wei Qi could not bear the pain and screamed aloud. Wu Xiaohan ignored him and continued to strike with force. Wei Qi trembled and used his hands to protect his lower body. Wu Xiaohan coldly ordered him to move his hands away, then struck forcefully again; Wei Qi shivered from the pain and let out an 'aowu' cry. Wu Xiaohan commanded, 'Don't tremble.' What if you accidentally let the master nail his own hand?” Wei Qi tried hard to endure the pain and let Wu Xiaohan finish driving in this nail. Wu Xiaohan then ordered Wei Qi to place his hand on the corner of the stool: “It seems your hand is restless again. We'll have to nail it just like last time.” The wounds from the last time the nails went through Wei Qi’s hands hadn’t healed yet, but he could only obey, watching as his hands were nailed to the stool by Wu Xiaohan. Fortunately, the pain of having the webbing between his thumb and forefinger nailed was much less than the pain of having his glans nailed. Wei Qi didn’t even cry out. Wu Xiaohan comforted Wei Qi: “There, just two nails that don’t hurt so much.” Then she drove a nail on each side of the glans. The sixth nail pierced right through the center of the glans. This time the pain seemed even worse—Wei Qi shouted out and instinctively recoiled. Wu Xiaohan ignored his cries, quickly secured the nail, then picked up a sock from the sofa and brought it to Wei Qi’s mouth. Wei Qi understood and opened his mouth, letting Wu Xiaohan stuff her smelly sock in. Wu Xiaohan said: “There, keep the master’s sock in your mouth. No more shouting. If you dare betray the master’s sock, you know what the master will do to shock you.” Covered in sweat, Wei Qi endured another eleven nails this way. Though his mouth was blocked, he still moaned in nasal sounds from the pain. Seeing the noises weren’t loud, Wu Xiaohan didn’t punish him. His small glans was already completely filled with seventeen nails. Then Wu Xiaohan began working on the remaining part of his penis. Wu Xiaohan was calm and unhurried, like finishing a piece of sculpture, slowly pounding, and used a full twenty nails to nail the penis completely. Meanwhile, Wei Qi, in constant moaning and convulsions, was in so much pain that he was somewhat bewildered. Wu Xiaohan admired her work, then got up and went into the training room. When she came out, her steps were light, almost bouncing, one hand behind her back, looking extremely cute. She almost deliberately acted cute and asked Wei Qi, “Can you guess what surprise I brought you?” Wei Qi no longer had the leisure to guess; with a sock in his mouth, he could only weakly shake his head. The naive, playful girl then brought her hand forward, revealing a huge nail in her palm. It was called huge because it was quite a bit larger than the previous nails, appearing to be at least six millimeters thick. Wu Xiaohan placed the nail above the base of Wei Qi’s penis—where there were still no nails. Wei Qi despairingly shook his head, letting out a muffled whimper. Wu Xiaohan ignored him, picked up the hammer, and struck down fiercely. The nail was too thick, and with the force she used, it barely went in at all. But the impact was enough to make Wei Qi tremble violently in pain. Wu Xiaohan then increased the force, hammering the nail with more strength. The huge nail finally pierced into Wei Qi’s flesh. Wu Xiaohan struck a few more times before the nail finally reached the wood. Wei Qi was pale and contorted in agony, seemingly resigned to death. Wu Xiaohan continued striking, driving the nail into the wood. Possibly because the flesh was being squeezed between the nail and the wood, the pain at this moment was even more intense than the previous strikes. Wei Hun convulsed violently, veins bulging, and even the nasal moans he made turned into cries of agony. Finally, Wu Xiaohan finished hammering the last of the terrifying nails. The head of this frightening nail, along with the thirty-seven small nails, was densely packed, almost completely covering Wei Qi’s penis. Wu Xiaohan then entered the training room, took out a candle, lit it, and began to drip wax onto Wei Qi’s mutilated penis. This was obviously not the so-called 'low-temperature candle,' but just an ordinary household candle. But for Wei Qi, who was already in so much pain that he was on the verge of losing consciousness, the hot wax drops no longer seemed terrifying. As a result, he let out moans that sounded filled with pleasure and satisfaction. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan lowered the candle closer — just two or three centimeters away from Wei Qi’s genital area, almost touching the heads of the nails — increasing the temperature of the wax as it fell on him. Wei Qi’s breathing became rapid, and his moans turned painful. Soon, the wax had covered every part of his penis’s surface; therefore, any additional wax would fall on the already hardened layer and cause little pain. His sounds of pleasure returned. The ruthlessly cruel Wu Xiaohan, of course, would not let Wei Qi be comfortable for long. She pressed the candle very low, letting the flame directly burn the heads of the few nails at the tip of the glans. The thermal conductivity of the metal was no joke; the high temperature quickly transferred from the nails into the flesh, causing Wei Qi to scream in excruciating pain and convulse more violently than ever before, shaking the entire bench. The candle in Wu Xiaohan’s hand was thus knocked away. The flame was gone, but the residual heat in the nails had not dissipated yet. He was still trembling from the pain, his head shaking wildly. After he calmed down a little, Wu Xiaohan commanded him, 'Spit out the sock from your mouth. You don’t deserve to hold the master’s sock in your mouth.' Wei Qi spat out the gray cotton sock, which he had already bitten to pieces from enduring the pain. She immediately slapped him: 'You moved around just now, the wax burned the master’s hand, do you understand?' Only then did I notice that there was indeed a drop of wax on Wu Xiaohan’s hand. Realizing he had caused serious trouble, Wei Qi incoherently begged for mercy: 'I’m sorry, master, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I won’t dare to do it again.' Wu Xiaohan said, 'When the master’s hand gets burned, it hurts the master, do you understand? Let’s make you feel what it’s like to have your hand burned.' She relit the candle and held it horizontally close to the bench, directing the flame directly onto the fingers of Wei Qi’s restrained hand. Wei Qi let out a miserable scream, his five fingers curling and tensing, trembling. Only then did Wu Xiaohan remove the candle and ask, 'Do you understand your mistake now?' With his fingers already stained black by the soot, Wei Qi quickly said, 'I understand my mistake, I understand.' Wu Xiaohan asked, 'You understand your mistake? It was halfway through the burn just now, and you interrupted it. What should we do?' Wei Qi whispered, 'Then master, continue burning… if the master wants.' 'Beg me.' 'Please, master… use fire to burn the nail on my penis.' 'To what extent do you want the master to burn it?' 'Burn it to whatever extent the master wants.' 'Mm,' Wu Xiaohan said, 'The master wants to singe your glans.' 'Then I’ll obey the master, singe it…' Wu Xiaohan lit the candle and said, 'Remember what you said yourself.' She placed the candle directly on its side on the stool, so that the flame would burn exactly on the tip of Wei Qi's glans and the nail above it. She then stood up and pressed down on the stool with a foot to secure it, preventing Wei Qi from moving and lifting the candle again. Poor Wei Qi still trembled in pain and finally could not help but shout out loud: 'Please, master, please... don't burn anymore...' Wu Xiaohan looked down and lifted Wei Qi's face: 'What are you asking from your master? It seems the master didn't hear you clearly. Think carefully before you speak.' Although Wei Qi was in unbearable pain, seeing Wu Xiaohan's stern gaze mixed with expectation, he did not dare to disobey his master or disappoint her: 'Please, master... don't stop, continue burning me.' 'Good,' said Wu Xiaohan, 'since you asked me yourself, I will grant you. Until when do you want to burn?' Trembling from pain, Wei Qi struggled to force out in a shaky voice: 'Burn until... my glans... is charred...' 'Alright. You want it charred for the master to eat? The master doesn't eat such filthy things...' Wu Xiaohan still acted coquettishly. After watching Wei Qi suffer under the scorching flame for a while, she finally let him go and kicked the candle away. The poor Wei Qi was tormented by the residual heat for a while before finally calming down. Wu Xiaohan used the tip of her fingernail to clean the wax off Wei Qi's glans, revealing the glans itself. The dense nails still covered much of his glans, and the wax had not been cleaned thoroughly. The tip of his glans had been completely charred black, roughly amounting to a third-degree burn. The flesh around the two front nails was also already blackened; The flesh around a few nails was also burned to a milky white. Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa, watching the man in front of her kneel in agony at the bench. With a satisfied smile, she said to Wei Qi, "Master, you need to use the bathroom again, it's a big relief." Go to the bathroom. Wei Qi asked, "I'm still nailed down there, how do I get there?" Wu Xiaohan said, "Just carry the stool like that, kneeling all the way in...... Oh, and your hands are nailed too." Wu Xiaohan then pulled the nails from Wei Qi's hands so he could carry the stool. Wei Qi entered the bathroom in agony—the stool swayed back and forth, pulling at his penis, making anyone who saw it feel a bit distressed. Wei Qi lay on the floor, carefully placing the small stool on his lap, adjusting the angle so it wouldn't tear at his penis. Wu Xiaohan pulled down her pajama pants, and I saw her white panties, now soaked with light pink patterns. It seemed today's training had made Wu Xiaohan very excited. She took off her panties—through her pubic hair, she could indeed see her vulva was soaked beyond recognition, even with droplets on her curly pubic hair. Of course, neither Wei Qi nor I dared to say a word about it. Wu Xiaohan squatted down steadily and slowly squeezed out golden feces from her daisy. Wei Qi quickly adjusted his head and caught Wu Xiaohan's feces. The poop was long—there was no room in my mouth, and one end was pressed against Wei Qi's face. The bathroom was cramped, and I found the smell overwhelming, almost unbearable. But Wei Qi, who had been tormented by such torment, did not want to be shocked again. He forced himself to chew once or twice before quickly swallowing his feces, no longer angering his master. He still didn't like or get used to the pungent stench of feces, so he couldn't help but retch twice. But he was careful not to spit out the feces again. Seeing that Wei Qi had almost finished eating, Wu Xiaohan ordered him to open his mouth wide and immediately spit out another piece of feces into his mouth. Wei Qi hurriedly swallowed the golden, soft feces, then rolled the feces from his face into his mouth with his tongue to eat it. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to wash his face repeatedly, using disinfectant and mouthwash to make sure there was no lingering smell before leaving. She waited on the sofa herself first. Wei Qi struggled to crawl out. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "Are you trying to pull out the nail?" Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan then began removing the nail for Wei Qi. But she didn't pull the nail out of Wei Qi's penis—she just pulled it out of the wooden bench, but the nail was still fully embedded in Wei Qi's body. During this process, Wei Qi gritted his teeth in pain and even bleed. In the end, only the thickest and largest nail remained, still nailing the base of Wei Qi's penis to the bench. Since only the base wasn't nailed in, Wei Qi's penis, though unable to be removed from under the bench, could now rotate and move freely. Wu Xiaohan held Wei Qi's glans with her hand and gently lifted his penis. The nails on the glans were still protruding from beneath the tip, leaving a small piece of the nail tip exposed. Wu Xiaohan twisted the front half of Wei Qi's penis to ninety degrees and placed it sideways on the bench. This way, from above, the nails could be seen at both ends of the glans at the same time. Wu Xiaohan did not pull out the last nail but picked up the sock from the sofa and stuffed it back into Wei Qi's mouth. Then she stood on the stool with both feet. Like a demon, she pressed the sole of her shoe against Wei Qi’s still nail-covered glans. This scene was already unbearable for me—it was bloody and almost inhuman. Worse, the soles of her shoes were covered in mud, which would likely cause the wound to get infected. Wu Xiaohan pressed her weight down and began rubbing. Blood continuously flowed from the nail-inflicted wound. A muffled cry escaped from his gagged mouth; he wriggled and struggled desperately, but to no avail. Tears finally started streaming down uncontrollably. They ran across his face, dripping straight from his chin onto Wu Xiaohan’s shoes. Wu Xiaohan continued to step and rotate her feet, rubbing back and forth. Wei Qi could no longer endure it; he reached out to hold Wu Xiaohan’s pajama-clad leg, trying to push her leg away. Wu Xiaohan said coldly, 'How dare you touch your master’s leg? Hmph, you’ll get a taste of the electric shock soon.' Wei Qi quickly let go. Wu Xiaohan then lifted her foot and stomped down heavily again. The thick, hard soles of her hiking boots ensured that her feet were unharmed by the nails, while Wei Qi’s lower body had already been reduced to a bloody, mangled mess—meat red, fresh red blood, waxy white, the glans charred black, iron color of the nails, and even the brown of the mud from Wu Xiaohan’s soles, all mixed together, almost unrecognizable. I have no doubt that Wei Qi would never be able to get erect again. His corpora cavernosa could not have survived this destruction. Wei Qi instinctively wanted to pull back his lower body, but the thickest nail still firmly nailed the base of his penis to the bench. So he instinctively used his hands to cover his lower body. Wu Xiaohan then directly stomped hard on his hands; as a result, the pain to his lower body was not much reduced, and his hands were in pain as well. The pain in his hands made him instinctively pull them back, so Wu Xiaohan stomped again directly on that mangled mass of flesh. Finally, Wei Qi shakily spat out the sock and repeatedly begged for mercy: 'Please, master, let me go... Master will still torture me in a couple of days... Don’t play with me to death now.' Wu Xiaohan placed her right foot on Wei Qi's penis, lifted her left foot onto her right, twisting the sole of her shoe with her full body weight, destroying Wei Qi's lower body, and said, 'Oh, you dare to casually spit out the master's sock onto the ground. Today you might be electrocuted to death.' After speaking, she raised her foot and stomped down hard again. At that moment, Wei Qi actually fainted, leaning back and losing consciousness. As he fell, his penis was ripped by that thick nail, leaving a large bloody hole. Only then did Wu Xiaohan get down from the small bench and bring gauze to stop Wei Qi's bleeding. Wei Qi woke up after a short while. Upon waking, he still had to face the pain of nail removal. To reduce bleeding, Wu Xiaohan first tied a rope around the base of Wei Qi's penis to reduce the blood flow, then began removing the nails. Wu Xiaohan used pliers to remove the thirty-eight nails from Wei Qi's lower body one by one. Some nails had already slid out halfway during the stomping and could come out with just a gentle pull; Some of the nails were also firmly embedded in Wei Qi's body, and it took considerable effort to pull them out, making Wei Qi tremble from the pain. However, each nail left a constantly bleeding hole when removed—especially the thickest one, from which blood practically gushed out. The moment the nails were all pulled out, Wei Qi experienced an unprecedented sense of relief, and his eyes moistened again. Wu Xiaohan realized that the soles of her shoes had been dirty earlier and said to Wei Qi, 'Wait a moment, the soles of my shoes were all muddy; I need to clean them to avoid infection.' She had Wei Qi crawl into the bathroom, first washing his battered lower body with water, then rinsing it with alcohol. During the alcohol rinse, Wei Qi still gasped from the pain, but he did not seem to suffer—probably because he knew he had temporarily gotten through the worst, so the body's short-term pain no longer mattered. After washing, Wei Qi held the base of his penis, and Wu Xiaohan pressed a gauze firmly over the entire length; after a few minutes, the bleeding finally stopped. Wei Qi still dared not move, sitting in the bathroom pressing on his unfortunate penis. Wu Xiaohan asked me to help clean up the blood on the floor—after all, if Wei Qi moved, he could start bleeding again; if we waited until he could move, the blood on the floor would have dried and been difficult to clean. After I wiped the floor of the training room dry, Wei Qi crawled out of the bathroom and came to her. His penis was so swollen it was unrecognizable, probably several times the original thickness—the tissue and foreskin were filled with internal bleeding, especially near the glans, where it was so swollen it was distorted. The bleeding was barely under control, but the wound marks left by the nails were still very visible. The burnt area on the glans was probably beyond saving. The areas on his hands that had been burned also had blisters. Wu Xiaohan naturally extended the sole of her shoe toward Wei Qi and said, “Look, the sole of your master’s shoes was already dirty. Not only did you not clean it, but now it’s covered in blood and even dirtier.” "I’m sorry," Wei Qi didn’t know what else to say. Wu Xiaohan extended her foot to show him the sole. Wei Qi knew what he was supposed to do; he stuck out his tongue and obediently began cleaning the blood and dirt from Wu Xiaohan's shoe sole. Wei Qi had always sincerely admired and adored Wu Xiaohan's shoes and socks. This time, as he licked the sole, he did so with the same devotion as always. His tongue moved skillfully across the sole, reaching into the black grooves and scooping out the blood-stained dirt to swallow it. Repeatedly and thoroughly licking, he finally cleaned the shoe sole completely—the sole now only had black hard plastic left, covered in Wei Qi’s saliva. He returned to the sofa. Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his face with her hand: "Today I was really too rough. You worked hard. Rest for a while." Wu Xiaohan then called me over and said, “Why don’t you go buy groceries yourself? I’ll keep Wei Qi company. Get some pork liver or something to replenish blood; Wei Qi has lost quite a bit of blood today.” When I came back with the groceries, Wu Xiaohan personally cooked for us. She said, “I don’t trust either of your cooking skills.” This time, she had Wei Qi kneel by her feet and directly fed him the food using a separate pair of chopsticks. Wei Qi was obedient and docile like a dog, his face beaming with happiness. After finishing the meal, I volunteered to wash the dishes, while Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa playing with her phone. Wei Qi knelt beside her, letting Wu Xiaohan rest her feet clad in slippers on his shoulders. I returned to the living room after washing the dishes. Seeing me come back after washing, Wu Xiaohan suddenly said, "Didn’t I say twice this afternoon that Wei Qi should be properly punished?" "Um... but Wei Qi has had a rough enough day, let’s let him off." “Rules must be enforced. Xu Yangdong, hand me the electric shock remote.” “Are you sure? Today he...” “I’m sure. Of course, rewards and punishments must be clear. He has indeed suffered today, so he also got to enjoy good food and rest, without having to mop the floor again. But what’s wrong is wrong.” “Uh,” I handed over the electric shock remote, still saying, “He’s already passed out from the pain, maybe we shouldn’t be so strict.” “Passing out from the pain afterward isn’t a reason for him to have grabbed my leg earlier, is it? Now that he dares to hold my leg directly with his hands, does that mean he’ll dare to touch my chest with his hands in the future?” Wei Qi knelt on the ground, saying nothing. Wu Xiaohan withdrew her legs from Wei Qi’s shoulders, shook off her slippers onto the floor, and hugged her legs while sitting back on the sofa. She asked Wei Qi, “Are you ready to be punished?” Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button in her hand. Wei Qi let out a sudden, sharp cry, then his voice seemed to get stuck in his throat, unable to let out any more sounds. The shock made his whole body tense, and he fell sideways to the ground. This time, Wu Xiaohan held the button longer than before, for a full four to five seconds. She finally released the button, and Wei Qi lay on the ground, curling up, trembling, and sobbing. Wu Xiaohan did not put down the remote control: 'Also, the socks you wanted from your master, your master gave them to you, yet you dared to spit them out of your mouth, letting them fall directly to the ground. Shouldn't this be punished more severely?' In Wei Qi's panic, she casually pressed the electric shock button. Wei Qi's whole body jerked, his limbs suddenly stiffening, convulsing violently on the ground for nearly six or seven seconds before Wu Xiaohan released the button. Accompanied by heart-wrenching screams, Wei Qi's tears flowed again. Wu Xiaohan put on slippers, and with her incredibly nimble little feet, wiped the tears off Wei Qi's face with the tips of her slippers. She said: 'Alright, stop crying. Your master promises not to hurt you anymore today, okay? You just need to remember in the future not to make your master unhappy.' 'Mm-hmm,' Wei Qi sobbed in response. 'Your master really hates being touched without reason, even through clothes or pants. Understand?' 'Mm.' 'You see, even when strangers touch me on the street or colleagues deliberately touch me at work, I feel it’s sexual harassment. So much more, you dirty, despicable thing?' 'Mm, I understand, master. I won’t do it again.' 'However, when your master allows you to touch, then you can touch. For example now… your master allows you to hold my foot and lie down for a while.' Wei Qi did not expect that he could finally touch Wu Xiaohan’s body—although her foot was still in the slipper, he could at least touch Wu Xiaohan’s smooth ankle. He greedily held Wu Xiaohan’s delicate, beautiful foot in his hands and instantly broke into a smile through his tears. A few seconds later, he happily pressed his face against Wu Xiaohan's ankle. Seeing the man beneath her feet so gentle, Wu Xiaohan's face couldn't help but show happiness and satisfaction. She reminded Wei Qi, "Only hugs, no kisses." "Mm-hmm, Master, I won't dare kiss you." Probably too tired, Wei Qi just lay on the ground holding Wu Xiaohan's feet and fell asleep. Wu Xiaohan then took out her phone and started playing games. I turned off the camera, walked back to sit beside Wu Xiaohan, and quietly sighed to her, "I really admire you, you actually make Wei Qi so obedient." And the way you two are together is really wonderful. "Wu Xiaohan replied, "Thanks for the compliment." Wei Qi really is a good M. But I feel sorry for him. I'll be even harder in the coming days." Wei Qi drooled on the floor while sleeping. Fortunately, it wasn't on Wu Xiaohan's feet or slippers; otherwise, who knows what punishment he'd suffer again. After sleeping for a long time, Wu Xiaohan gently kicked him awake with her foot and told him, "It's getting late, time to go to bed. Put on the chastity lock first." After taking the chastity lock, we realized Wei Qi's lower body was so swollen it was impossible to fit inside. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan said, "Sigh, you won't be able to wear the lock tonight. But I can't allow you to secretly touch your penis by yourself, so tonight you'll have to put your hands on it." She then went into the training room and took out a cross-shaped handcuff for use. Wei Qi crawled into the bathroom, lay down first, and happily enjoyed Wu Xiaohan's holy water. Then he obediently followed Wu Xiaohan's instructions, putting his hands and feet behind his back, allowing Wu Xiaohan to tightly bind his hands and feet together with a cross tie, also known as a 'hogtie'[^fn7]. To keep the wound on his lower body clean and ventilated, Wu Xiaohan did not make Wei Qi lie face down but instead had him carefully lie on his side. She then, as usual, locked Wei Qi's collar to the water pipe and finally left him in the dark. Wu Xiaohan seemed to be in a good mood; she handed me the car keys and said, 'You’re tired too. Take the car keys, drive my car back to school, and bring it back tomorrow morning. This way, you won’t have it so hard.' I took the keys and thanked her, then went downstairs and drove Wu Xiaohan’s car back to school. I wasn’t too willing for anyone to see me driving a car back to school to avoid misunderstandings; fortunately, there weren’t many people at the school at night, so I didn’t have to worry much. Nighttime parking at the school’s parking lot wasn’t expensive—at least it was cheaper than taking a taxi back to school.

[^fn6]: Some people have tried burning the glans in SM, although it can indeed cause serious, even permanent, injuries. [^fn7]: The effect of using the cross back restraint.

Monday, July 17

In the morning, Wu Xiaohan still fed Wei Qi morning urine. Wei Qi's hands and feet were still locked together by cross-shaped shackles, so he couldn't lie down properly and could only lie on his side, turning his head and opening his mouth to receive the holy water. But now, there was no trace of disgust; he could only enjoy and cherish the holy water coming from Wu Xiaohan's body. After feeding him dog food, Wu Xiaohan went out with me. After dinner, I took the bus to Wu Xiaohan's house. She came home a bit late, and I waited for her for quite a while. She went into the bathroom and first unlocked the cross-shaped shackles on Wei Qi's back that had been locked for over twenty hours. Poor Wei Qi's hands and feet were so sore they went numb; it took a lot of effort to stretch them out. Wu Xiaohan didn't undo the chain on Wei Qi's collar, but let him lie down: "Good dog, the owner specially held back from going to the company bathroom today and saved the gold to feed you." Wu Xiaohan lifted her skirt and took off the pink panties she had changed into yesterday. Wei Qi weakly opened his mouth. This time, Wu Xiaohan didn't care about Wei Qi's swallowing speed and passed four pieces of feces straight into his mouth. The feces piled high from Wei Qi's mouth, landing on his face and even falling to the floor. Wei Qi struggled to swallow Wu Xiaohan's feces, wrapping the feces on his face with his tongue. It was clear he had already started to get used to the taste of Wu Xiaohan's feces—but still couldn't enjoy it, only painfully accepting it. Wu Xiaohan didn't intend to linger in the stench. She brought some dog food and sprinkled it directly on the poop left on the ground, saying to Wei Qi, "There's still some leftover food on the ground. Mix it with your dinner tonight." After eating, rinse your mouth and wash your face at least three times, and only come out once you're clean." Wei Qi climbed over to Wu Xiaohan on the sofa. Wu Xiaohan still let Wei Qi lick her dirty high heels clean first. Wei Qi carefully licked the dust off the soles of her shoes and wrapped them indiscriminately into his mouth. Unbelievably, Wei Qi's nearly destroyed penis was actually slightly erect again. "Oh my god, Wei Qi, you can still get hard...... Should I admire how tough your dick is, or regret that my feet weren't heavy enough yesterday? "Wei Qi said nothing, just focused on licking the soles of his shoes. Wu Xiaohan continued, "And is it that Master's shoe soles are too sexy for you, or have you been locked up and suppressed for too long? Are Master's shoe soles really that beautiful to you?" This teasing made Wei Qi uncontrollably harder. His swollen penis was stretched and twisted even more under the residual erection of the corpus cavernosa. The erect blood flowed even more and worsened the internal bleeding that hadn't subsided, and the deformation from the erection tore at his penis. Blood seeped from around the burnt wound on his glans. "Wei Qi, just how shameless are you? You're almost ruined by Master, and your shoe soles still make you erect without caring about bleeding. Sigh." Wu Xiaohan's verbal humiliation was practically continuing to destroy Wei Qi's miserable penis. Before his own blood collapsed, Wei Qi licked the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes clean and changed her into slippers. Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to bring over the remaining needles. She pulled out the needles and said, "You've brought so many needles, looks like you won't run out of them." Your penis is so swollen, it looks like it can't withstand any more torment. Then you can only use it on other parts. Let's start with your nipples today." Wei Qi knelt before Wu Xiaohan, her chest facing her. Wu Xiaohan began to thread the needle—men's nipples are naturally not as delicate as women's, but they are still sensitive. As the needle tip entered, Wei Qi let out a faint moan. But judging by his expression, his nipples were still not as sensitive and fragile as the glans—each side of his nipple had been stung more than ten times, yet he remained calm and didn't even tremble from the pain. Wu Xiaohan was not content to be satisfied with this—she was determined to make a move on Wei Qi's fingers. To prevent Wei Qi from moving around, she made him kneel as yesterday and nailed his hands into the two corners of the bench with nails. The wounds on his hands from the previous two nails hadn't healed yet when they were nailed a third time right next to each other. This time, besides the web between her thumb and index finger, Wu Xiaohan also drove nails into the flesh between his middle and ring fingers, fixing them to the bench. Wei Qi had taken those four nails, so his palm was firmly secured. She then straddled the bench, facing Wei Qi, ready to strike. The first needle passed through the tip of Wei Qi's thumb. As soon as the needle went in, Wei Qi cried out in pain. After all, all fingers are heart-to-heart, and the needle tip entering the delicate muscles of his finger caused Wei Qi far more pain than the experience of piercing his nipple earlier. Then came his index finger—the intense pain remained. Wei Qi gritted his teeth and couldn't help but groan. In the end, all ten of his fingers were pierced by needles. Wu Xiaohan still did not let go of Wei Qi, who was already drenched in sweat—Wu Xiaohan inserted a second needle, a third needle, into the tip of each of his fingers… She continued to torture Wei Qi like this. Wei Qi was once again in so much pain that he could barely speak. He called out intermittently, weakly trying to plead: 'Master… how many… needles do you want… ah?' 'At least finish this box of needles,' Wu Xiaohan said, 'Be good, don’t force your master to open the second box of needles.' He could only grit his teeth and endure until six needles were already in each finger. Wu Xiaohan looked at the box—there were just over ten needles left in the package of 100. She then inserted the remaining needles near Wei Qi’s nipples to finish using up the needles. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to fetch her pair of wedge-heeled ankle boots with his mouth. With his hands nailed to the bench, he could only kneel, moving his knees slightly forward each time, and use his legs to push the bench along with him. He struggled to move to the shoe cabinet. Unable to bend over because of the bench in front of him, he had to carefully lie on his side on the ground first, pick up the boots with his mouth, and then painfully prop himself up on his elbows to kneel again. Carrying the shoes in his mouth, he crawled back in front of Wu Xiaohan and again carefully lay on his side on the ground to help her put on the shoes. Wei Qi struggled to use his mouth to slip the pair of black ankle boots onto Wu Xiaohan’s feet, which were wearing nude-colored stockings. The boots were very simple and beautiful, with soles roughly three to four centimeters thick. The black leather tightly wrapped Wu Xiaohan's feet, and only above the ankles did her legs become visible. Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi kneel up, then she stepped onto the stool. Only then did I realize that the reason Wu Xiaohan chose these shoes was because the soles were thick enough, so she didn’t have to worry about the needle piercing the sole and hurting her foot when stepping. The poor Wei Qi obviously realized this too. With a terrified expression, he looked up at his goddess—the devil on earth. Wu Xiaohan’s gaze met his panicked look, she smiled lightly, and gently pressed her boot tip onto the index finger of Wei Qi’s hand. Wei Qi shuddered in pain, his face contorted painfully. Wu Xiaohan slowly pressed down harder until Wei Qi could not help but scream in pain, then she lifted her foot. Clearly, she did not intend to inflict maximum pain right away; she gradually increased Wei Qi’s suffering. She began to step on his middle finger. The previous injury to the index finger bled beside it, and the needle inside had bent. The pain from stepping on the middle finger made him beg for mercy again—and at this moment, Wu Xiaohan hadn’t even used much force. Hearing him plead, Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot—Wei Qi grasped the rare few seconds of rest and took big breaths. Wu Xiaohan said casually, “Your right hand hurts? How about I step on your left hand.” This time, she turned her foot sideways, and the boot pressed on the fingertips of all five fingers on Wei Qi’s left hand. Wu Xiaohan slowly increased the pressure until Wei Qi trembled all over, tears streaming from his eyes. I already knew that Wei Qi’s tears could not possibly move the devil in a woman. Wu Xiaohan continued to stomp down hard, then lifted her other foot, pressing her full body weight onto Wei Qi's pitiful fingers. Wei Qi was in so much pain that he nearly fainted—but she still didn’t release her foot; instead, she bent and straightened her knees a few times, using her body’s momentum to increase the force on Wei Qi’s fingers. Wu Xiaohan finally lifted her foot, revealing Wei Qi’s bloodied and trembling left hand. Before he could even catch his breath, Wu Xiaohan immediately stamped down forcefully again. Poor Wei Qi wailed loudly—and before the sound had even stopped, Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot and stomped again. I could even see needles embedded in the sole of Wu Xiaohan’s shoe, and as she lifted her foot, the needles pulled on Wei Qi’s injured fingers until the force was enough to pull the needles out from her shoe. Wu Xiaohan finally noticed the tears on Wei Qi’s face and reached out, lightly touching his face with her fingers. I thought she was going to show pity like last time, but she pulled her hand back and slapped Wei Qi: “All you do is cry. Getting abused until you cry this easily, pathetic.” Wei Qi murmured, “I’m sorry, I’m useless… I really can’t handle it, it hurts so much…” Wu Xiaohan slowly pressed her foot onto his right hand again, gradually increasing the pressure, while asking: “Does it really hurt a lot?” “Mm,” Wei Qi replied. “Don’t you like pain?” “I don’t really like it on my hand…” “You think you have the right to be picky?” “No… I don’t.” “Good, just know that,” Wu Xiaohan said as she twisted and rotated her foot, causing pain and injury. Wu Xiaohan said, 'Look, before you were only allowed to touch the master's shoes with your mouth, but now your hands can touch them too. Shouldn't you thank the master?' 'Th-thank you… master.' Wei Qi struggled to squeeze out these words through his tightly clenched teeth. Yes, Wei Qi's hands were now being stepped on by Wu Xiaohan's boot so violently that his flesh was mangled and atrocious to behold; yet what he most desired and longed for—Wu Xiaohan's feet—were safely protected inside the boots. He wanted so badly to have the chance to touch Wu Xiaohan's feet with his fingers, even hold them, but she wouldn't give him that opportunity. With the sole of the shoe in between, one side was heaven and the other side was hell; even the blood splattered from Wei Qi's hands was blocked by Wu Xiaohan's shoes, with no chance to reach her skin-smooth feet. I couldn't help feeling like I was the luckiest person in the world. Normally, Wei Qi was only allowed to touch Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his mouth, never his hands; and the first time his hands had the chance to be stepped on by her boots was in this brutally cruel way. And me, last Saturday when we were climbing the mountain, had even had the chance to let Wu Xiaohan gently step on my hand—she even felt a bit apologetic at that time. Finally, Wu Xiaohan decided to release Wei Qi. She got down from the bench, sat on it, and began to pull out the needles from Wei Qi's hands. Wei Qi trembled and groaned as Wu Xiaohan carefully pulled each needle from his fingers. Every time she pulled out a needle, more blood oozed from the puncture site. After all the needles were removed, Wu Xiaohan quickly brought some gauze and wrapped each of Wei Qi's fingertips to stop the bleeding. Then, Wu Xiaohan used a claw hammer to pull out the four nails in his hand. Blood also flowed from the holes left by the nails—though not much. Wu Xiaohan sat back on the sofa, and Wei Qi also got up from the stool and knelt in front of Wu Xiaohan, letting her pull out the needles from his nipples. The needles on the nipples seemed harder to pull out, but they didn’t cause Wei Qi much pain. After all the needles were removed from his body, Wei Qi, eyes red from crying, lay down on the floor. Wu Xiaohan did not demand him to get up, but extended her boots to his mouth and coquettishly said, 'Look at you, you’ve gotten blood all over your master’s boots, it’s disgusting.' 'I’m sorry, Master. I will lick them clean for you,' he said, extending his tongue and starting to lick the soles of Wu Xiaohan’s boots. Seeing Wei Qi being so obedient, Wu Xiaohan smiled sweetly. After Wei Qi obediently licked the soles of Wu Xiaohan’s shoes clean, Wu Xiaohan had him hold a wet wipe and use it to clean the surface of her boots, and only then did she let him take off her boots and put them back in the shoe cabinet. Wu Xiaohan said, 'It’s been a full 6 days, 144 hours. The lock on your foot should be firmly fixed, and the wound has healed. Now, we can proceed to the next step.' She went to the bathroom to pick up a keychain, used it to unlock the padlock on Wei Qi’s foot, and then turned to enter the training room. Wu Xiaohan asked me to come into the training room as well. When I went in, I saw two huge spiked iron balls in the cabinet—just like the large iron ball on a meteor hammer; the diameter of the iron balls was at least 20 to 30 centimeters, and the spikes on them looked very sharp. She asked me to help carry the iron balls out. I saw that the iron ball was covered in spikes, and at first I didn’t know where to start; later I noticed that one of the spikes had a circular ring that could be used to lift it. So I lifted the iron ball and walked. Each iron ball probably weighed more than ten kilograms, terribly heavy. It took considerable effort for me to actually lift it. I brought the iron ball to the edge of the sofa. Wu Xiaohan locked the circular ring on the iron ball to the padlock at Wei Qi’s foot. With a click, the padlock was secured again, firmly locking the iron ball to Wei Qi’s foot. Wu Xiaohan explained, 'Before, I saw you standing on your tiptoes—although it was for bathing, I didn’t say anything; I also saw you kneeling and crawling while staying on your tiptoes. Now, with this iron ball on your foot, that will no longer be possible. From now on, you can only kneel properly.' Indeed, with that big iron ball on his foot, even if Wei Qi wanted to endure the pain and stand on his tiptoes or heels, it was absolutely impossible. Previously, Wei Qi would kneel on his tiptoes and use his hands to support himself so that his knees bore no weight or even lifted off the ground, but now that was no longer possible. The iron ball was large enough that he simply couldn’t rise onto his tiptoes; he could only kneel properly with the tops of his feet on the ground, soles facing upwards. Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, 'Alright, crawl a lap in the living room while kneeling, let me see the effect.' Wei Qi obediently began to crawl. The iron ball pulled at the padlock, causing a large bulge to form on the skin of Wei Qi’s foot. The combined weight of the two iron balls, over thirty kilograms, made crawling very exhausting for Wei Qi. The pain from the skin being pulled made him grit his teeth. He was always cautious, because if his foot swayed, the spikes on the iron ball would pierce his sole. Wu Xiaohan was satisfied. She decided tonight would end just like that. She had Wei Qi crawl into the bathroom and fed him the holy water he had longed for. This time, when Wei Qi put on the cross-shaped shackles, he was lying on his side—because the iron ball was locked, it was impossible to lie face down and stick his feet behind his back. After the cross-shaped shackles were secured, Wu Xiaohan locked his collar back onto the hose. Poor Wei Qi was neither able to move nor dared to move. Wu Xiaohan and I walked out of the bathroom together. She closed the bathroom door, told me to keep driving her car back to school, and took the car keys from her bag and handed them to me. After thanking her, I left and drove back to school. Lying on the dorm bed, thinking of Wu Xiaohan's delicate and clean feet in her flesh-colored stockings, I shamelessly got hard. Maybe I was used to seeing Wei Qi kneel before her and take off her shoes, but I even fantasized about myself kneeling before Wu Xiaohan and using my mouth to take off her shoes—and couldn't help but jerk off the imagined scene. After ejaculating, I began to sink into endless guilt. This was the first time I fantasized about Wu Xiaohan masturbating—for five years, even though I missed her day and night, I never had the heart to think of her while masturbating. In the past, I always felt that using Wu Xiaohan as a sexual object was defiling her, betraying her kindness, insulting my goddess, and tainting my feelings for her. I wouldn't allow myself to associate the pure her with the filthy half of my heart. But today, I actually shattered all of this myself, letting myself sully my love for Wu Xiaohan. I lay in bed, feeling utterly ashamed. If Wu Xiaohan knew I had such improper thoughts for her, she would probably never want to deal with this narcissistic pervert like me again. But even if she didn't know, I still couldn't forgive myself. In the midst of sleeplessness, I gradually relaxed my guilt and comforted myself: I didn't dare to fantasize about having sex with her, nor about kissing her. I only fantasized about taking off her shoes. I didn't even dare to imagine touching Wu Xiaohan's foot—I knew Wu Xiaohan wouldn't allow Wei Qi to touch her foot, and there was no reason for me to do so. Just imagining touching her shoe with my mouth—could that not be considered a defilement? "Senior Xiaohan, will you forgive me?" Amidst this inner struggle, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Tuesday, July 18

I drove to Wu Xiaohan's downstairs, called her, and went upstairs to wait for her to open the door—everything was the same. When Wu Xiaohan fed Wei Qi the holy water, Wei Qi looked even more delighted than before. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "Master's morning urine is so dark, why do you seem to like it even more than the night urine?" ""The taste is a bit bitter, that's what makes it feel like drinking holy water." After all, this taste is the master's flavor—the stronger it is, the more I like it. "Pervert!" Wu Xiaohan teased. Wu Xiaohan and I left her house together, still going back to school while she went to work. On the way, I couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaohan, "Senior Xiaohan, to be honest. Do you genuinely think Wei Qi is lowly?" At first, I thought you were just humiliating him for the sake of the SM atmosphere, but now I really think you see him as extremely lowly...... Uh...... Thing. "No, that's not true. How could I be so foolish? Of course I know he's just an ordinary person. It's just that, to keep everything going, it has to be like this." "So...... Do you really like how degrading he is in front of you, while you act so aloof? "Actually, I don't particularly like it. As an S, what I love most is watching him struggle painfully and beg for mercy under my torment. But he really likes being humiliated. And if I don't establish a position above me, how can I make him obediently let me torment him? "Mm...... Senior is right. That night, it was still me who went to her house to meet her. As soon as she walked in, she headed straight to the bathroom. Wu Xiaohan unlocked Wei Qi's cross-shaped handcuffs, unchained her, and then squatted down. Wei Qi quickly lay down beneath her, mouth agape. Wu Xiaohan lifted her skirt and said, "Today, I was so frustrated I was so frustrated that my stomach hurt to save you the gold. I've been anxious all the way, sigh." Wei Qi said, "Thank you, Master, for being so good to me. Master, you've worked hard." As soon as he finished speaking, a large chunk of yellow feces fell into Wei Qi's mouth. Wu Xiaohan had truly held it in for so long that Wei Qi didn't even get a chance to swallow it, and he just passed out many strands of feces in a row. The feces filled his mouth and covered his face completely, even dropping some from his face onto the floor. Wu Xiaohan finally felt relieved. Wei Qi's face was buried in the foul-smelling feces, and he struggled to swallow the residue that had been expelled from Wu Xiaohan's body. Wu Xiaohan herself found it smelly, so after wiping her butt, she picked up Wei Qi's food bowl and got up to leave. I followed Wu Xiaohan out, leaving Wei Qi alone in the bathroom to eat poop and clean. She asked me to pour some dog food and water for Wei Qi. After finishing the gold, Wei Qi washed himself and crawled out to enjoy his dinner. Wu Xiaohan hadn't changed his shoes until he finished. She waited until Wei Qi finished eating before reaching out to him: "Alright, lick the soles of your shoes for Master." But this time, Wu Xiaohan didn't put the sole directly facing Wei Qi; instead, her feet were almost flat, heels touching the ground, and only the tips slightly raised. Wei Qi had to lower his head as low as possible to slip his tongue between the shoes and the floor to lick. Wu Xiaohan still let Wei Qi stick out his tongue to show her—his tongue was indeed dirty again. Then, Wu Xiaohan made the tip of his shoe touch the ground, lifting the heel slightly: "Alright, lick the sole of my heel." Wei Qi stuck his tongue in and licked a few times, then found Wu Xiaohan put down the heel and stepped on his tongue. With his tongue pressed down, he could only try to remind Wu Xiaohan in a muffled voice: "Master, you stepped on my tongue." Wu Xiaohan didn't let go; instead, he stood up, his heel pressing even harder against Wei Qi's tongue: "Really? Isn't your tongue meant for your master to step on?" Wei Qi's tongue was so painfully pressed that he couldn't speak, only able to moan in pain. Wu Xiaohan twisted the heel of her shoe on Wei Qi's tongue and asked, "What's wrong?" If you don't answer, does that mean you don't agree? "She continued twisting her heel, grinding Wei Qi's tongue, and said, "Master feels so good stepping on your tongue, why don't you agree with me stepping on it?" He mumbled a few words, but no one could hear them clearly. Wu Xiaohan simply lifted her other foot, pressing all her weight onto Wei Qi's tongue. Ignoring Wei Qi's piercing screams at that moment, she continued talking to herself, "Hmm? Don't you like it when Master steps on your tongue?" Wu Xiaohan finally lifted her heel. A little blood slowly seeped from Wei Qi's tongue. After a few seconds of rest, he finally answered, "No, Master." If Master wants to step on it, then go ahead. "Wu Xiaohan continued to ask Wei Qi, "Do you truly want to be stepped on by Master, or are you just afraid of being punished and that's why you say that?" "I know, Wei Qi must be afraid of being punished, that's why he said that." After all, Wei Qi doesn't like pain anywhere other than his genitals. But Wei Qi knew he could only give the answer Wu Xiaohan wanted to hear: 'I truly want to be stepped on by Master.' Hearing the answer that pleased her, Wu Xiaohan said, 'Then Master will step on your tongue properly. But you also know, if Master wants to step on a particular part well, it first needs to be fixed in place…' Upon hearing this, Wei Qi proactively said, 'Master, I’ll go get the hammer and nails.' Since resistance was useless, he might as well try to please Master a little; maybe then Master would treat him better. 'Good,' Wu Xiaohan said, 'bring them out and step on them in the living room. Take the small stool out too.' Wei Qi found everything and kneeled down with his head lowered, placing his tongue on the stool. Wu Xiaohan picked up the claw hammer and skillfully nailed the base of Wei Qi's tongue. When the nail was driven into Wei Qi's tongue, he let out a miserable scream, but his voice was peculiarly distorted because his tongue was pinned. Enduring the excruciating pain of having his tongue nailed, Wei Qi began to breathe heavily. Wu Xiaohan lightly climbed onto the stool, preparing to start her attack. The black heel stepped on the tip of Wei Qi’s tongue, increasing pressure and twisting. After stepping on so many of Wei Qi's parts, Wu Xiaohan had become adept and rhythmic in her movements. Wei Qi began to moan, tremble, and contort—all of which the three of us had long anticipated. There was one more thing we foresaw: Wu Xiaohan’s cruel heels would surely make Wei Qi hurt to the point of tears. Therefore, Wu Xiaohan warned Wei Qi in advance: 'I know you, this useless waste, will cry again soon. But today you will endure it for me; endure until you truly cannot take it anymore. If you are a man, don’t cry.' If you dare cry, I'll cut out your tongue, understand?" Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan continued, "If you don't cry until the very end, Master will reward you. Of course, if that happens, your tongue tip might be crushed and crushed by Master—but it's still better than cutting off the whole tongue, right?" Wu Xiaohan lifted her head and stopped looking at Wei Qi. Relying on the feel of her feet, she smoothly pressed her heel against different parts of Wei Qi's tongue, applying force, twisting, and pressing down on her entire body...... Wei Qi trembled all over, sweat dripping down in large drops onto the floor. His tongue was already covered in blood. But he still forced himself to hold back, not letting himself cry. Wu Xiaohan knew it was time to move on to the next step. She lifted her foot and stomped her shoe Wei Qi's tongue. The sudden impact shattered blood vessels, tore through the flesh, and completely destroyed her tongue. She stomped on it several more times. Wei Qi screamed in pain, tears already sliding from the corners of his eyes. But he squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to hold back the tears that were flowing from instinct. Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and wiped Wei Qi's eye with her finger, saying, "You little dog, it seems you still cried." Wei Qi repeatedly denied it, mumbling in a muffled voice, "No...... I didn't cry." "Then what's at the corner of your eye?" "Sweat." Wei Qi's voice was indistinct. Wu Xiaohan straightened up, lifted her right foot, and stomped heavily on Wei Qi's tongue with her heel, saying, "Hmm?" "You still dare to lie to your master now?" Wei Qi mumbled something unclear, but that couldn't stop Wu Xiaohan's cruelty. She jumped up, and as she landed, her heel landed precisely in the center of her tongue. Blood surged again from the shredded tongue. Wu Xiaohan twitched twice more—at this moment, amidst the continuous convulsions of screams, Wei Qi's tears finally broke together with the blood on his tongue. Wu Xiaohan got down from the bench, placed her fingers on Wei Qi's cheek, and said, 'So, is this still sweat?' Wei Qi didn't speak. He must have been wondering why he hadn't fainted. Why couldn't he just pass out from the pain again? If he fainted, maybe he wouldn't cry. Seeing Wei Qi's tongue bleeding uncontrollably, Wu Xiaohan brought over some gauze to cover it and told Wei Qi to press on the base of his tongue to stop the bleeding himself. Wu Xiaohan comforted Wei Qi: 'Alright. The master knows you did your best; the master won't cut off your tongue.' Wei Qi's eyes finally began to sparkle. Wu Xiaohan continued, 'You still need your tongue to taste the master's gold and holy water; I can't cut off your tongue right now.' The bleeding at the tip of Wei Qi's tongue stopped, and when he removed the gauze, I saw that even though the bleeding had stopped, his tongue was already full of wounds; and the nail that pierced the base of his tongue had not yet been removed. At this moment, Wu Xiaohan lightly spat a glistening drop of saliva onto Wei Qi's nailed tongue: 'Here, the master gives you a tongue kiss. Can your tongue still taste the master’s saliva?' Wei Qi gently nodded, uttering a sound that resembled 'sweet.' 'Nonsense, human saliva is obviously tasteless,' Wu Xiaohan said defiantly. She finally helped Wei Qi pull out the nail and then let him lie down to rest by her feet. Wu Xiaohan decided to call it a day today—there really wasn’t anything left to torment on Wei Qi’s body. His hands, tongue, nipples, and genitals were all covered with wounds from nails and needles, and his entire skin was marked with whip scars. She took out her computer to check work emails and asked me if I wanted to go back first. It seemed that there was nothing left to shoot, so I decided to return to school. As usual, she gave me the car keys and also told me that she might be on a business trip tomorrow and would inform me of the exact situation in the morning. I returned to the dorm, comfortably lying on the bed, looking at the empty bed across from me that Wei Qi usually occupied, thinking to myself, wondering how much pain Wei Qi would endure to fall asleep tonight, and how he would suffer all night on the cold, hard floor.

Wednesday, July 19

In the morning, they drove to Wu Xiaohan's place, and as usual, she fed Wei Qi morning urine. Wei Qi's tongue was still covered with unhealed wounds—the salty smell of morning urine made him feel a bit of pain, and he wrinkled his forehead. Fortunately, the urine was sterile, so there was no need to worry about infection from the wound on his tongue. Wu Xiaohan untied Wei Qi's cross-shaped shackles and chains, and had him crawl into the living room to kneel. Only then did she take out the dog food to feed Wei Qi. While Wei Qi was eating, she told us she had to go on a business trip to Shenzhen for a meeting. She had to leave at noon today and be back tomorrow night. She continued, "So, Xu Yangdong, tonight I'll have to ask you to feed Wei Qi." "Uh...... Me?" "I asked in confusion." I'll give you the keys to my house. You can come over tonight to feed him, and if you don't mind, you can sleep on my sofa at night—but I don't have any extra quilts, so you'll have to bring your own. Of course, as my friend, I authorize you to use him just like I do. You can have him lick your shoes, even pee in his mouth. "Huh?" No...... Not that much, is it? I can come feed him, anything else...... Forget it. "Wu Xiaohan explained, "A scoundrel like him has no right to choose. Whoever I let him accept, he has to accept it. Anyway, he's more lowly than everyone else." "Those ...... Better forget it. He likes you, not a man, right...... I still didn't dare agree, so Wu Xiaohan asked him, "Tell Xu Yangdong, can you accept serving him?" "If the master asks me to serve him, I'll serve him......" Wei Qi replied timidly. Wu Xiaohan added, "Alright, I know you're both embarrassed. Let me help you get started. You scumbag, the master orders you—kneel in front of Xu Yangdong now and kiss his feet." I stood there frozen and didn't dare move. Wei Qi looked up and saw Wu Xiaohan's gaze, didn't dare defy, so he just lay down and pressed his lips against my black socks. I could feel the warmth of his lips. Wu Xiaohan instructed me, "Come on, step on his head with your other foot." I was even more stunned: "Huh?" "It's fine, just step on it." I hesitated and gently stepped on Wei Qi's head. Wu Xiaohan said, "Alright, you wretched dog. Until I come back, you serve Xu Yangdong." This is your chance to prove to your master that you're already lowly enough. I hope you can drink Xu Yangdong's urine, understand?" "Mm......" Wei Qi replied weakly. She continued, "By the way, don't try to fool me. I'll bring the home webcam right in front of the bathroom door. I can see what you two are doing on my phone anytime." "Xu Yangdong, are you okay if you go to school later?" Wu Xiaohan turned to ask me. "Oh, it's fine. I don't have classes during the holiday, just going to the lab. Besides, the boss isn't here today." She sat on the sofa, put her foot on Wei Qi's back, took out her laptop, and said to me, "Then let's stay home for a while. Around nine thirty, drive me to the airport." "Okay." I agreed. "You should put your foot on that filthy dog too, it feels pretty good." "Oh......" I was a bit reluctant and cooperated by putting my foot on Wei Qi's back. After I took out my phone and played a few rounds of games, it was almost time to leave. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to crawl to the shoe cabinet by the door and wait. When we reached the door, Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi, "Do you want to change shoes for the master?" "Yes," Wei Qi said, lowering his head to pick up Wu Xiaohan’s high heels with his mouth. "The master is going to wear those white flat leather shoes today. High heels are tiring to walk in, and I don’t want to wear them on a business trip." As Wei Qi was about to pick up the leather shoes, Wu Xiaohan interrupted him, "Oh, oh, the master's shoes are quite clean, I don’t want you to dirty them. How about this: the master will change her own shoes, and you put shoes on Xu Yangdong." Wei Qi remained silent, enduring this extreme humiliation, picked up the pair of Stan Smiths that I had already worn and gotten quite dirty, brought them carefully to my feet, helped me put my foot in, and then tied the laces with his hands. I looked down at this scene, feeling a bit excited, but also embarrassed. I could only stay rooted to the spot, petrified. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to crawl back to the bathroom while she went to lock him up, then came out, changed her shoes, and went downstairs with me. On the way to the airport, Wu Xiaohan proactively asked me, "How does it feel to be served by him?" I honestly said, "Not very comfortable… maybe because I'm too familiar with him, I always feel a bit embarrassed." Wu Xiaohan just comforted me, "It's okay, tonight he will take the initiative. Keep at it." "Ah? I… still feel it’s not very appropriate." "There’s nothing inappropriate. Tonight just properly humiliate and torment Wei Qi. You need to help senior sister completely strip him of his dignity so that when senior sister comes back, she can really abuse him." "I think Wei Qi has already given himself to you completely, abandoning all dignity." "Haha, but isn't it more obvious how lowly he is if he serves you?" "How lowly do you still want him to be?" "He still has room to be trained. You see, Wei Qi's condition has actually been improving all along. In the first few days, he was just passively being abused; but yesterday, in order to please me and endure less torment, he initially bowed and scraped, actively helping me prepare for his own punishment. Yet in the end, he was still so thoroughly abused that he repeatedly begged for mercy, trying to struggle but was nailed down by the very nails he had prepared for me… at that moment I truly felt amazing. When I play SM, the moment I enjoy the most is that exact feeling." Wu Xiaohan's words left me unable to refute her. Perhaps what a female S truly wants is exactly that state. I saw Wu Xiaohan off at the airport and then drove her car back to school myself. It was noon when I got back, and fearing that my classmates might notice such a flashy car and misunderstand, I only dared to park it in a nearby school parking lot. After spending a nervous afternoon at school, while having dinner in the cafeteria, my mind was still preoccupied with how to face Wei Qi tonight. I knew I couldn’t avoid it, so I took my own blanket and, bracing myself, drove back to Songtao Yalu. I opened the door and the living room light, carefully took off my shoes, and walked to the bathroom door. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Wei Qi woke up from the light. I touched the keys and started clumsily unlocking his handcuffs and chains. Once unlocked, I stood there, not knowing what to do next. Wei Qi knelt in front of me and asked, "Dong-ge...... Do you want to pee on me?" I said awkwardly, "I...... I'm a bit embarrassed. I can't do it...... Wei Qi calmly replied, "My owner asked for it, and there's nothing I can do." If I don't drink it, she'll definitely punish me badly when she comes back. "I nodded. Just then, my phone rang. Wu Xiaohan started a video chat. I answered and saw Wu Xiaohan in the hotel room, saying to me, "My phone reminded me that someone came in, so I knew it was you. I saw you go into the bathroom. How is it? Is Wei Qi obedient? I answered truthfully, "Wei Qi...... He asked me to pee on him. "Then go ahead and pee." "I...... I really can't bring myself to do it. "Come on, point the phone to his face. I want to see how he looks when he drinks your urine." So I turned the phone and pointed the screen at Wei Qi. Wu Xiaohan said to Wei Qi, "You filthy dog, do it yourself and take off Xu Yangdong's pants. You can't expect everything to be done first." Wei Qi obeyed and reached out to take off my pants and underwear. My ugly lower body was exposed right before Wei Qi's eyes. I held the phone steadily, feeling Wei Qi lift my penis, lift my foreskin, and aim it at his mouth. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi, "Shouldn't you be the one to ask someone to use the toilet?" Wei Qi blushed deeply and whispered, "Dong-ge...... Please use the toilet." Wu Xiaohan was still not satisfied: "Tell me which restroom it is." Wei Qi almost cried out of grievance, lowered his head and whispered, "Please use my mouth as a toilet." "I knew I had no other choice, so I had to start peeing. Watching my yellow urine go straight into Wei Qi's mouth, the feeling in my heart was hard to describe. My filthy urine was actually swallowed by someone else—I seemed to start to think Wei Qi was a lowly thing. Seeing that Wei Qi's mouth was already filled with urine, I stopped. Wei Qi hurriedly swallowed it. His face was pained, and he didn't seem to enjoy it at all. After Wei Qi finished, I quietly asked him, "Do you want to continue?" Wei Qi nodded, mouth agape. Wu Xiaohan was not satisfied and said, "If you catch it like this, you just splashed it on Xu Yangdong's pants. That wouldn't be good." Wei Qi hesitated for a moment, and Wu Xiaohan added irritably, "Use your mouth to suck!" Wei Qi then took my cock into his mouth. I'd never felt anything like this before—warm, moist, even a bit comfortable. But since I hadn't cleaned before, the smell was definitely disgusting. He looked up at me, signaling that he was ready. So I started peeing directly into his mouth. Soon, his mouth started to swell—finally choking. I knew I was peeing too full, so I stopped. Wei Qi quickly swallowed and kept letting me pee. This time, I finally finished peeing, pulled out my lower body, and put it back in my pants. Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi from the other end, "Does it taste good?" "No, it doesn't taste good...... It's very astringent, very fishy. Wei Qi replied. Wu Xiaohan said, "Mm. You still want Master's holy water, right?" "Yes." "Do your best and take good care of your senior. I'll reward you when I get back." "Got it, Master." Wu Xiaohan hung up the video call. I walked back to the sofa and sat down, waiting for Wei Qi to climb out—I had no other choice. I poured dog food for Wei Qi and let him eat his dinner. After finishing, Wei Qi obediently lay down by my feet without speaking. Although the camera could see us, it was far away, likely unable to hear our conversation. Only then did I ask Wei Qi, 'I'm sorry. I didn’t know it would be like this, and I didn’t think to wash first. You must feel really disgusted, right?' Wei Qi softly replied, 'A little bit. But it’s not your fault; after all, it was what the master requested. I guess the master deliberately wanted to challenge my limits to humiliate me.' I asked again, 'Yes, she said so. That’s exactly what she wanted. You’re really strong, enduring so much torment these past few days.' 'I couldn’t bear it for a long time, but what could I do? The collar on me, she wouldn’t take it off. And if I broke the agreement and left early, she really might release the video.' 'So you’re only afraid of her now, and actually don’t want to be tormented by her anymore?' 'Not really. Actually, every time she torments me, I want to end it immediately, never come back, not spend another second here. But every time after the torment, when I curl up at her feet and look at her, I don’t want to leave. I want to continue giving myself to her torment.' 'A masochist like you is really rare.' 'Maybe it’s innate; it’s ultimately unavoidable.' I then asked how the injuries on his body felt now, and he only said that everything hurt and was a little numb. Seeing the two large iron balls on the bottom of his feet, I asked him how he felt. He said they were really heavy, and crawling while dragging them was painful, and he still hadn’t gotten used to it. I felt quite sympathetic toward him, but knowing that such sympathy was meaningless, I could only remain silent. After a brief silence, he asked me, 'Dong, are you going back to school tonight?' I hadn’t decided yet: 'How about I stay here with you?' 'Stay with me? You mean to serve me?' 'Then I’ll leave.' 'No, you should stay here. I really don’t want to be locked in a pitch-dark toilet again.' 'Alright, I won’t leave. But is being locked in a toilet really that scary?' 'Super scary. No light at all, it feels like the whole world has been taken away. And without a phone or books, there’s nothing to do, just endless worries, and the more I think, the more self-conscious I feel. At first, it was cold and hard in there, I couldn’t even sleep. After a few days it got better; now I can sleep for long periods each day, and once I fall asleep, it’s fine, no longer boring.' 'Oh, oh. Then tonight I won’t lock you in. I’ll stay outside with you. Anyway, you’ll have plenty of time to sleep tomorrow during the day.' 'Great, great. Thank you.' I took out my laptop and set it aside. Wei Qi told me, 'Put your feet on me. Maybe this way my master will be a bit more satisfied.' I placed my feet on him, then picked up my laptop and put it on my lap, trying not to focus on Wei Qi anymore. I used my own laptop to SSH into the lab computer to check on the finite element model I had started running this afternoon. The results weren't very good, and there was no difference from the results produced with the previous set of parameters. I could only modify a few sets randomly, hoping for a lucky shot, and then let the machine continue calculating. This inefficient approach made me feel quite frustrated. I put down my computer and kicked Wei Qi. Wei Qi turned his head and looked at me with an innocent expression. I couldn't possibly do anything to him—after all, I'm not an S, and certainly not his S. Later, I found a horror movie to watch together with Wei Qi. Naturally, I sat on the side sofa, and Wei Qi knelt beside me. After watching it, it was very late, and I was tired, so I prepared to go to sleep. But halfway through my washing up, my phone rang again. I picked up my phone and saw that Wu Xiaohan wanted to video call me again. When I answered the video, Wu Xiaohan asked, 'Are you just going to sleep on my sofa today?' 'Yeah,' I replied, 'why?' 'Don't forget to lock that bitchy dog back in the bathroom. And make sure those who need to be handcuffed aren't left out.' I looked down. Hearing Wu Xiaohan's words, Wei Qi sank to the floor disappointedly. I defended Wei Qi to Wu Xiaohan: 'He's really afraid of being inside. Let him stay out for one night, I’ll take care of him.' Wu Xiaohan didn’t agree, saying, 'Rules are rules. A dog should sleep where it’s supposed to sleep.' I shrugged at Wei Qi, and he obediently crawled back into the bathroom. After Wu Xiaohan hung up the video call, I handcuffed and chained Wei Qi, and only then went to sleep on the big sofa. To be able to sleep in the spot where Wu Xiaohan sits every day, I actually felt very happy and content. To my goddess, I don’t dare to hope for any closer intimacy. But I still hope Wu Xiaohan comes back soon. Interacting with Wei Qi like this today was really too awkward.

Thursday, July 20

In the morning, I was woken up by an alarm clock on Wu Xiaohan's sofa. I couldn't enter Wu Xiaohan's bedroom bathroom, so I had to brush my teeth and wash my face in the bathroom where Wei Qi was locked. Wei Qi was woken up by my noise, just opened his eyes and stared silently. I happened to need to pee and said to Wei Qi, "Move aside, I need to use the bathroom." Wei Qi heard me say this, twisted his teeth, tried to stand up, and after kneeling straight, opened his mouth. Only then did I realize that Wei Qi really had treated himself as my toilet. But his hands were still handcuffed to his feet behind his back, so he couldn't take off my pants on his own, so he just looked at me and said, "Urine in my mouth." After I took off my pants, I realized I was still in my morning erection. I instantly felt extremely embarrassed. He glanced at the camera filming him outside and resolutely took my erect penis into his mouth. The warmth and smoothness of his mouth actually gave me some pleasure. Fortunately, he was just holding it, with no movement between his tongue and mouth—otherwise, I might have accidentally ejaculated into his mouth. I closed my eyes, spent a few seconds holding my breath and relaxing, finally letting myself pee. The urine poured straight down Wei Qi's throat, making poor Wei Qi choke and spray it out from his mouth, spilling onto my pants. Wei Qi was so startled that he quickly apologized. I comforted him, "Alright, it's okay. I'm not Wu Xiaohan, I won't blame you. Take your time." I slowly peed into Wei Qi's mouth, and Wei Qi steadily swallowed my astringent morning urine. Finally finished, he let out a long breath: "Dong-ge, your urine really tastes awful, too fishy and bitter." "I shrugged: 'What can I do? I'm a guy, not your goddess, everything isn't going to taste like strawberries. Alright, Wu Xiaohan will be back tonight, so you'll be relieved. I'll go get some dog food for you.'" After I fed the dog, washed up in the bathroom, I followed Wu Xiaohan's routine: closed the bathroom door and left her house to return to school; on the way, I even filled up Wu Xiaohan's car with fuel. In the afternoon, I received a text from Wu Xiaohan asking me to pick her up at the airport at 7:30 PM. After dinner, I went back to the dorm, took a shower, and then drove to the airport. On the highway to the airport at night, there were very few cars heading out of the city. Wu Xiaohan's car had really good power and drove very fast. For someone like me, who doesn't have a car, driving hers was pure enjoyment. I arrived at the airport at 6:50, parked the car, and went to the arrivals area to wait for Wu Xiaohan. At the airport, I saw on the arrival flight list that the flight status was in big letters: 'DELAYED,' with an expected arrival time pushed to 8:50. Finally, at nine o'clock, I saw Wu Xiaohan carrying her bag and coming out. I quickly went to meet her and took her to the parking lot. She had already eaten on the plane, so I drove straight back to Wu Xiaohan's house. When we arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house, it was almost ten. As soon as Wu Xiaohan came in, she was so tired that she sat on the sofa and asked me to let Wei Qi out. After I unfastened Wei Qi's harness and chains, he quickly brushed his teeth with his toothbrush and then climbed out into the living room. Wu Xiaohan naturally put her shoe right by Wei Qi's mouth. Wei Qi bent down contentedly and happily, stuck out his tongue, and began licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes. The soles of her shoes had accumulated dust for two days and looked really dirty. Wei Qi carefully licked them clean, bit by bit; Then, following Wu Xiaohan's instructions, he bit the heel and took off her shoes. After taking off the shoes, Wu Xiaohan once again held her sock-clad foot close to Wei Qi's mouth: "Master, these stockings have been worn especially for you for four days, and you even wore them on a business trip. Do you like them by smelling them?" "I like them, they really smell amazing." Even without saying it out loud, the intoxication on Wei Qi's face already proved it. Wu Xiaohan withdrew her foot: "You did well serving Xu Yangdong last night. Keep up the good work, and tonight I'll give you some." "Mm-hmm." Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to carry the shoes back to the cabinet and take them off. At the same time, she asked me to bring Wei Qi's food bowl and dog food, and pour food over them for him. Wei Qi carefully put on Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his mouth, then lay down to eat. He had been hungry all day, and by ten at night, he was already starving, so he started eating dog food in big bites. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan disdainfully stepped on his slippery foot on his head. After Wei Qi finished eating the dog food, Wu Xiaohan told him to stand up, then stood up and looked around at his body, then said, "Sigh." His penis was still swollen, the burn on the glans hadn't healed, and the injury on his hand hadn't healed. Where should I torment you today?" Wu Xiaohan thought for a moment and said, "Oh right, I can't torment my dick, but I can still torment my balls." Come on, Master, today you're going to indulge your balls. Go into the training room and get the nails and hammer ready. Wait for me." She picked out a pair of wedge-heeled sandals and carried them into the training room herself. Wei Qi was already kneeling in the training room, resting his battered lower body on the small bench and waiting for her. Wu Xiaohan, however, didn't nail. Instead, she placed the shoe upside down on the stool—with the sole facing up. Then she wiped the sole clean with an alcohol cotton ball, and finally had Wei Qi place his entire scrotum on the sole. She picked up a nail and placed it right above Wei Qi's scrotum, right against the testicles, then struck it hard with the hammer a few times—the nail pierced Wei Qi's scrotum and firmly embedded it in the sole[^fn8]. Even just nailing through the scrotum made Wei Qi tremble with pain with every hammer strike. Wu Xiaohan continued to drive five nails around the left testicle until it was firmly trapped, unable to move. She explained that if she didn't do this, the testicle would slide around the scrotum, making it difficult to pierce the testicle later. So, she tightly secured the other testicle with six nails. The twelve nails formed two regular hexagons, each encircling a round testicle, creating a geometric beauty. Wei Qi was already drenched in sweat. At this moment, the moment to truly pierce the testicle was about to arrive. Wu Xiaohan took out two thick nails from the cabinet—they looked like the same ones used to pierce the base of Wei Qi's penis on Sunday. Seeing this, Wei Qi immediately panicked—after all, the nails were so thick they could directly sever the spermatic cord. Wu Xiaohan placed the nail above Wei Qi's testicle and raised the hammer to strike down. Probably because she used too little force, the nail didn't even enter Wei Qi's testicle, only barely piercing the scrotum a little. With a slight movement of her hand, the nail loosened again. But Wei Qi was already screaming in pain, bending over and trembling. Wu Xiaohan struck again, and this time the nail finally entered the testicle, but just barely. Wei Qi cried out in continuous pain; Wu Xiaohan struck several more times, each blow only pushing the nail forward a little, yet causing Wei Qi immense agony. Finally, when Wei Qi was about to bite his own teeth to shreds, the sound of the hammering became crisp. It seemed the nail was about to pierce the testicle and reach the sole of the shoe. The nail tip and the shoe sole pressed against the testicle, causing extreme pain for Wei Qi—at this moment, each of Wu Xiaohan's three strikes made Wei Qi's legs convulsively jerk. When struck again, the hammering sound became dull—the nail had finally penetrated the shoe sole. Wu Xiaohan added a few more strikes to secure the nail further—of course, causing Wei Qi several more waves of excruciating pain. When she grabbed another nail to aim at the other testicle, Wei Qi began to beg Wu Xiaohan: “Can you use more force and nail it through in one go? It was too painful just now…” Wu Xiaohan nodded: “Alright. Since you're being so good, the master will be a bit nicer to you.” She picked up the hammer and struck down heavily. Wei Qi screamed through tears, but the nail indeed effectively penetrated half the depth of the testicle. Wu Xiaohan struck again, and Wei Qi's pain was so intense that the veins on his head were about to burst, but luckily, the nail had already reached the sole of the shoe. Wu Xiaohan's final two strikes drove the nails firmly into the soles of Wei Qi's shoes amid Wei Qi's screams. Now, Wei Qi's two fragile testicles had been mercilessly driven into the soles of her shoes that had long been worn down. The nails were so thick that Wei Qi's testicles had been deformed by the nails, crushed like persimmon cakes, with the center of the nail even dented. I couldn't help but worry, wondering if Wei Qi's testicles could heal; such a thick and violent stab would destroy his testicles directly. Wu Xiaohan didn't stop—she grabbed a few thinner nails and placed them nearby; she picked up one and placed it on Wei Qi's testicle that had already been pierced through. Wei Qi was emotionally devastated—indeed, if a tiny testicle were pierced by several nails at once, survival would be nearly impossible; Even if the testicles survived, the nails would inevitably destroy the more delicate and fragile epididymis. The hammer in Wu Xiaohan's hand mercilessly smashed down—the nail struck Wei Qi's testicle firmly nailed and shattered the last dam of his tear gland. Wei Qi cried as the nail drove straight in with the hammer's strike, piercing his helpless testicle and fixing it to the lowest sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe. Wei Qi kept crying, watching Wu Xiaohan efficiently drive in five more nails. Now, each testicle had a thick nail and three fine nails in each testicle. The testicles had been torn into a twisted shape by the nails, making it impossible to tell it had once been an ellipsoid. Wu Xiaohan didn't keep hammering the nails. Instead, she stood up and ordered Wei Qi to take off her slippers, then put the sandals that had pinned his balls onto her feet. Wei Qi first lowered his head, used his mouth to remove Wu Xiaohan's slippers, then tried hard to adjust his body position, bringing the sandals to Wu Xiaohan's feet, letting her slip her foot in. Wu Xiaohan bent down herself to fasten the straps on the back of her sandal, straightening her body. At this moment, Wei Qi's most precious and vulnerable spot was nailed to the lowest sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe, being handled at will. What a shocking scene—a goddess above all and a worthless slave; The slave's personality, dignity, pain, torment—all these abstract words combined only match the soles of the goddess; His fertility and body integrity were merely treated like dust on the goddess's shoe soles, scorned and ignored. Wu Xiaohan gently swung her feet, tearing at Wei Qi's testicles, making Wei Qi cry out in pain; But if she could be tough and move her feet hard, she could permanently and completely strip Wei Qi of his right to be a man and ruin his later life. This was Wu Xiaohan's glory—she was so lofty, so admired and amazed. She toyed with Wei Qi for a while, until her legs started to ache, and then she decided to let him go. She took off her sandals, put on slippers, then grabbed the pliers and crouched down to pull out the nails for Wei Qi. Each time the nail was pulled out, a clear liquid sprayed out from the testicles; And after the nail was pulled out, blood flowed out. Throughout the nail-pulling process, Wei Qi trembled and gritted her teeth, persevering. Not wanting to drag on the torment any longer, he tried to stay quiet and not interrupt Wu Xiaohan. Only at the moment the nails were truly pulled out did he groan uncontrollably in pain. After all the nails were pulled out, Wei Qi clutched his lower body in pain, curled up on his side on the ground, his gaze motionless, as if dead. Wu Xiaohan picked up the eight nails she had pulled out and threw them into the trash, telling Wei Qi to carry her wedge sandals back and set them down. Wei Qi tried to get up—but he immediately gasped in pain, and his body collapsed to the ground again. "What's wrong?" Wu Xiaohan asked. "My balls hurt. It hurts a lot from just a little movement." "Then you should rest for a while." Wu Xiaohan and I walked out of the training room. Wu Xiaohan took out his phone, saw it was already past eleven, and said to me, "It's too late. Why don't you go back tonight and sleep on my sofa?" "I think you slept pretty well last night." I agreed to Wu Xiaohan's suggestion, so I leisurely sat on the sofa waiting for Wei Qi to come out. Wei Qi rested in the training room for more than twenty minutes before coming out. When he came out with Wu Xiaohan's shoe in his mouth, his legs were spread wide and his crawling movements were very small—probably to prevent his balls from touching his leg and worsening the pain. Even so, he still frowned in pain, his expression twisted. Indeed, his poor testicles were huge and distorted—it couldn't possibly not hurt. He had already licked the blood off his sandals clean, then gently picked them up and placed them in the shoe cabinet. Wu Xiaohan immediately ordered him to crawl into the bathroom. After Wei Qi crawled into the bathroom, Wu Xiaohan went in as well, turned on the light, lifted her skirt, took off her white underwear that was clearly wet, and prepared to reward Wei Qi with holy water. Wei Qi opened his mouth wide, finally receiving his master's beautiful sacred water. He happily savored the sweet spring flowing from his master's legs, greedily swallowing it all. Wu Xiaohan lifted her panties and began to take off her flesh-colored stockings. She held the stockings she had taken off to Wei Qi's mouth: "I promised you these stockings, I've been wearing them for several days." "Smell them well and lick them." Wei Qi stuck out his tongue, savoring his goddess's stockings. Perhaps the sweaty smell on the stockings excited him so much that he couldn't help but get hard. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan disdainfully kicked his lower body twice with the sole of her slipper and said, "Getting hard again?" "Looks like I can continue to torment your cock tomorrow." "Mm...... Everyone listens to the master's ......" Wei Qi, immersed in the scent of Wu Xiaohan's stockings, stopped thinking when he spoke. "Do master's dirty stockings smell that good?" "They really smell so good...... They smell so good...... I ...... I really like ......" "Then, do you want to sleep with the master's stockings in your mouth?" Wei Qi quickly replied, "Mm, I do. Can I do it?" Wu Xiaohan stuffed the stockings into Wei Qi's mouth with her hand and turned to leave the bathroom. She quickly returned, squatted down in front of Wei Qi, showed him the pins in her hand, and said, "To prevent you from accidentally spitting out the stockings while you fall asleep, the master thoughtfully gave you the pins and fastened your lips." "Come on." She told Wei Qi to try hard to take the stockings into her mouth, then close her lips tightly. She pinched Wei Qi's upper and lower lips with her hand, then with her other hand inserted the pin into the center of his lower lip. Ignoring Wei Qi's painful moans, she forcefully pierced both lips, letting the needle tip slip out from the top of her upper lip. She fastened the pin—this way, Wei Qi couldn't open his mouth [^fn10]. Feeling that one pin wasn't secure enough, Wu Xiaohan used four more pins, fastening them evenly on both sides of her lips. After a sharp pain, Wei Qi's mouth was firmly snapped shut. Wu Xiaohan stood up, rubbed the sole of her slipper against Wei Qi's pierced lips, and humiliated, "Good dog, now you don't have to worry about the master's stockings falling out. You can enjoy it to the fullest." Do you like it? "Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan saw that Wei Qi's lower body was still hard, so she kicked his cock with her slipper: "Getting harder and harder?" Is it because Master's stockings smell too good, or is the pain from Master's piercing lips really exciting you? It's okay, tomorrow night Master will make you unable to get hard, haha. Wu Xiaohan locked Wei Qi's hands and feet with cross-shaped cuffs, tied his collar properly, and got up to leave the bathroom. Before closing the door, she added, "Enjoy Master's stockings well." Back in the living room, Wu Xiaohan told me she was getting ready to sleep too. She told me to knock on her bedroom door tomorrow morning to wake her up, and not to disturb her other than that. She walked into the bedroom, closed the door, and with a "click," locked it from the inside. I charged the camera battery and copied the video from the memory card to the external hard drive. Soon, the lights in Wu Xiaohan's room went out. After brushing my teeth and washing my face at the kitchen sink, I turned off the living room light and got ready to sleep. The air was especially quiet. I lay alone on the sofa, my mind still filled with the beautiful moment when Wu Xiaohan's flesh-colored stockings slipped off her toes, and Wei Qi carefully kneeling and licking her dirty shoe soles. Wu Xiaohan was so radiant, admirable and awe-inspiring, irresistible. She was Wei Qi's master, but also my goddess. Yes, having her shoe soles was something I could only wish for. Driven by lust, I finally couldn't hold back. I mustered up the courage and tiptoed to the shoe cabinet, opened it, and looked at Wu Xiaohan's various shoes. I noticed a particularly dirty canvas pair and secretly took out the shoes to examine them. It was a pair of classic dark blue Converse canvas shoes. The shoes were size 37—size 37 was already quite small for Wu Xiaohan's height. The white plastic edges of the canvas shoes were visibly dirty, with many areas turned black; and the soles were covered in dust and mud. I finally couldn't hold back my urge anymore, stuck out my tongue, and secretly licked the goddess's shoes. I imagined myself holding her feet in those shoes, gazing up at her angelic face, cleaning the soles under her disdainful gaze. I could feel the dryness of the dust on her soles and the friction of sand in the shallow grooves; this vivid sensation excited me even more. In the darkness, the stains on the lowest white rubber edge of her shoes were not very clear, but I still tried hard to lick them clean. The rubber rubbed a bitter taste in my mouth, but I didn't mind at all—if there was anything I disliked, it was that the taste was not the scent of Wu Xiaohan's feet. I buried my nose in the shoe, trying to catch even a trace of Wu Xiaohan's foot scent, but unfortunately, probably because she hadn't worn this pair of shoes for a long time, I could only smell the rubber of the shoes themselves, not any other scent. I continued licking that edge of rubber. At that moment, a metallic clanging sound suddenly rang out. I was so frightened that I quickly put the shoe back and tiptoed back to lie on the sofa. Only then did I realize that the sound had come from Wei Qi—he was locked up and couldn’t get out, so I hadn’t needed to panic so much. However, my previously erect lower body had already gone soft from fright. I was too scared to gather the courage to try to secretly touch Wu Xiaohan's things again. I felt a bit regretful for my recklessness. I knew that secretly defiling her shoes was wrong, but I couldn't possibly admit it. All I could do was hope that Wu Xiaohan wouldn’t find out. In the quiet, I slowly fell asleep.

[^fn8]: The effect of nails driven into the soles of the shoes. [^fn9]: The effect of nails driven into the scrotum and testicles; however, the nails used by Wu Xiaohan are thicker than the nails shown in the picture. [^fn10]: The effect of a safety pin fastening the lips.

Friday, July 21

In the morning, the alarm clock woke me up from Wu Xiaohan's sofa. I knocked on Wu Xiaohan's bedroom door to wake her. While she was washing up in the bathroom in the bedroom, I went to the kitchen to wash up. After waiting on the sofa for a while, Wu Xiaohan came out. She wasn't wearing a dress today, but unusually wore long dress pants. She opened the bathroom door of Wei Qi's room, went in, squatted down, touched his lips still pinned by the pin, and asked, "How are the stockings you like?" Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan unhooked the pin from Wei Qi's mouth with her hand. Probably because the pin had been worn all night, it wasn't easy to pull out. The pin pulled and deformed his entire lip before it started to slide out. Fortunately, after the needle was pulled out, there was very little bleeding from Wei Qi's lips. Wu Xiaohan instructed him, "Spit out the stockings." Only then did Wei Qi spit out the stockings he had been holding all night. Wu Xiaohan looked at the stockings soaked with saliva and scolded, "Disgusting, covered in saliva. Remember to take it out and throw it in the trash today." Wei Qi turned his head up, opened his mouth, and prepared to drink Wu Xiaohan's morning urine. Wu Xiaohan squatted on his head and generously gave Wei Qi the sweet dew he wanted. Wei Qi was completely satisfied. Wu Xiaohan told me to get some dog food to feed Wei Qi, while she went to change her shoes and get ready to go out. After feeding Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan had already changed into her usual black high heels, grabbed her bag, and opened the door. She went downstairs with me and drove me to school. It started raining shortly after the afternoon. I received a message from Wu Xiaohan, saying that after dinner tonight she would come by our school to pick me up, so I wouldn't have to risk standing in the rain waiting for the bus. I agreed, and at 8:30, I waited as promised at the school gate and saw Wu Xiaohan's Charger. When we parked in the garage downstairs at Wu Xiaohan's apartment, she didn't go upstairs but said, 'The rain has lessened; let's take a walk in the courtyard. The air after the rain is really nice.' I happily agreed with Wu Xiaohan's suggestion, and we strolled together in the community courtyard. The air after the rain carried the fresh smell of earth, which was indeed uplifting. When we reached a small pavilion, Wu Xiaohan sat down and asked me to sit beside her. The pavilion had a square stone table with stone benches on each side. We sat on adjacent benches. She said to me, 'It rained today, and there’s some mud on my shoes. Wei Qi is going to have a hard time later, hehe.' I looked down and indeed, Wu Xiaohan's shoes were all covered in mud. 'Yeah,' I said, 'Wei Qi will definitely like it.' Wu Xiaohan crossed her legs and played with her phone, then after a while looked up and asked me, 'What's up? Why are you looking at my shoes?' 'Uh… nothing,' I responded nervously. She lifted her foot, showing the sole of her shoe: 'See, the soles of my shoes are really muddy… later I might dirty the floor at home. I wonder what it would feel like to lick such dirty shoes clean.' After saying this, she unexpectedly placed one of her legs directly on my knee. I looked down and saw her fair ankles draped over my knees, her delicate feet wrapped in high heels hanging in the air beside my legs. The instep exposed inside the shoes was spotless, but the soles were stained with dirty dirt. The scene made it impossible for me to look away, and my body couldn't help but get excited. I gently shifted my thigh, trying to hide the fact that I was already erect. She asked me, "What's wrong, Xu Yangdong? Don't you have anything you want to say?" If you want to do or admit something, I won't scold you. "I was very flustered. Wu Xiaohan must have already discovered that I secretly licked her canvas shoes last night, which is why she asked me that. But how could I possibly have the courage to admit it? This kind of thing is something you just can't bring up no matter what. Wu Xiaohan continued calmly, "Xu Yangdong, be honest with me. I won't blame you, and I might even satisfy you." "I...... I ......" "You like it like this, don't you? You even deliberately pick the dirtiest ones, huh?" "I'm sorry, Senior Xiaohan, I'm sorry. I lost control of myself for a moment." "I was really surprised when I saw those shoes this morning. I even wondered if Wei Qi had licked them. But it was you...... Really, are all men like this? ""That...... Sorry, Senior Xiaohan...... I really can't help it. You are truly wonderful to me...... Back in college, I only dared to look down at your feet and shoes. I really ......" "So, you deliberately picked the dirtiest pair of shoes I was about to throw away?" What kind of hobbies are these? "I'm sorry, Senior Xiahán… I just feel… if the shoes are dirty, I won’t make them any dirtier…" "Stop talking," she interrupted me, "Do you think you haven’t made those shoes dirty? You should know, I only allow others to lick the soles of my shoes; the sides are off-limits." "I’m sorry, Senior…" "I let you sleep on my sofa because I trusted you wouldn’t do anything you shouldn’t, but you…" "I know I’ve broken your trust and soiled your shoes. I’m sorry…" "Alright, since you’ve already apologized and you’re quite a decent person, I won’t blame you too much. I can somewhat understand… you men…" "Thank you, Senior Xiahán. I promise I won’t let you down again." "I know you didn’t mean any harm. It's just, if you like it, why do it secretly? Now my shoes are even dirtier; don’t you want to do something about it? Your body already seems very honest." "Then… I… can I lick your shoes now?" "Do you think it’s appropriate to make such a request while sitting?" I finally couldn’t stay reserved, kneeling in front of the goddess and speaking again: "Senior Xiahán, may I lick your shoes?" "Well, go ahead and lick. I couldn’t be your girlfriend, so now consider it a little compensation for you." She skillfully lifted her foot, showing me the sole of her shoe. I stuck out my tongue and touched her shoe sole. The soles of her shoes were covered in the color of dirt, with black mud, sand dampened by rain—plus dried dust that stuck to them after entering the pavilion, and black clumps of filth in the grooves whose nature I didn't know. When my tongue licked these dirty things, I didn't feel any disgust at all. To me, every inch of Wu Xiaohan was unattainable, even the soles of her shoes were sacred. The dirt on her soles, to me, wasn't it all sacred too? Without hesitation, I swallowed all of it. After cleaning off the easily removable dirt stuck on the surface, I couldn't help but press my lips tightly against the soles and start sucking. This was my true first kiss—Wu Xiaohan's shoe soles were the most beautiful thing I could hope for in my life. What could be more beautiful than this? Wu Xiaohan's body? No, I knew that even her feet were something I would never be qualified to touch. Even if she were willing to stretch out her feet—I couldn't forgive myself for desecrating her immaculate, pure feet with my saliva. I'd rather have my tongue cut off than let it bear the sin of defiling Wu Xiaohan. Being able to kiss the soles of the shoes she was actually wearing was already enough to satisfy me. Even if it meant giving up the right to ever kiss another girl's lips in this life in exchange, I would do it willingly. The goddess's shoe soles—even if this pair of shoes had already been licked by Wei Qi, they were ultimately Wu Xiaohan's. No, I was even less than Wei Qi. Wei Qi could touch Wu Xiaohan's shoes and socks earlier and more, even her excrement. But I couldn't. Wei Qi had the right to do so—he was taller and more handsome than me, and he could afford the training fees Wu Xiaohan charged. As for me, I could only rely on Wu Xiaohan's charity to barely get the chance to lick her shoe soles. I cupped Wu Xiaohan's shoe with both hands, using all my feelings to suck the last mud left on her sole, and stuck out my tongue to probe the traces of her sole, cleaning it forcefully—probably a real mouth-to-mouth kiss would be nothing more than sucking and tongue entwining. I kept greedily sucking on other parts of her sole—greedy more than a hungry baby nursing it. Once all the mud on her sole had been licked away, I started rubbing my tongue nonstop against her sole, trying to clean the stubborn stains and even polish the plastic sole. I hungrily sucked on her heel with my tongue, wiping it, licking it until it was spotless. "Let me see how well you lick it...... Wu Xiaohan bent her leg, glanced down, and said, "Wow, your licking is so clean, like you've been brushed several times." "Thank you for the compliment, senior." "Remember, if you like something, just say it openly. I might not refuse you. Why do you have to keep a low profile?" "Yeah, I remember. Thank you, senior Xiaohan." "Sorry, I was a bit harsh with you earlier. Actually, I'm not mad at you. I just wanted to test you, to see if you really are an masochist too. "Oh. Then...... Me? "What do you think? She put her foot back on the ground and patted my head: "But I didn't expect you to be so despicable. Do you really like the soles of my shoes that much?" "Mm-hmm." "You know? I'm really good to you. If Wei Qi dared to hold my shoes like you just did, he wouldn't be able to use his hand for a month." "Oh...... Sorry, I didn't notice. ""The other shoe, do you still want to lick it?" "Mm-hmm. Is that okay?" "You don't even leave some for your junior?" "You'll get it dirty on the way back later, haha." "Alright, I'll lick it for you." Wu Xiaohan then lifted her other foot and let me lick it. This time, I didn't dare reach out again, but instead used my lips and tongue to enjoy the goddess's shoe sole. First, I cleaned up all the filth, then deeply sucked and kissed deeply, then licked the sole with my tongue, pouring all my feelings onto the black rubber over and over. In the end, I realized my tongue was burning hot—seeing a trace of red on Wu Xiaohan's shoe sole, I realized my tongue was already rubbed and bleeding. She clearly noticed it too, and asked me to stick out my tongue to show her. She looked at it: "Oh my god, your tongue is scraped and bleeding." Do you really love my shoe soles that much? "Consumed by the sperm, I no longer cared about embarrassment and blurted out: "Senior Xiaohan, I really love you, love everything about you, including your shoe soles. I know I'm not even worthy of licking your shoe soles. But I really can't help but want it, want all of it......" "Your tongue is covered in mud and rubbed again, it's easy to get infected like this." Besides, don't you think you got your blood on the soles of my shoes and dirtied them?" I was stunned, then quickly kowtowed: "I'm sorry, Senior Xiaohan, I was wrong. I really was wrong." She said, "It's okay. Get up, stop kowtowing. I'm just saying it, why take it seriously? I'll pretend nothing happened today and won't let anyone know. Don't worry. I just didn't expect you to be this cheap too." "You're very disappointed in me, aren't you?" "Xu Yangdong, you're the guy who chased after me, and you're the top student in your class. I always thought you should be a man of integrity and integrity, not someone who grovels to me like this. I just hardened my heart and humiliated you more and more. I wanted to see you finally stand up in shame, but I never expected you to really demean yourself so lowly." "I'm sorry, Senior Xiaohan, I just ...... really like you, truly. But I know I'm not good enough for you, and I'll never be your boyfriend in my life, so being at your feet makes me very satisfied." "So, do you think you have to be this lowly?" "Yes." She didn't look at me again and got up to walk out of the pavilion. I stood there stunned for a few seconds, then got up and followed Wu Xiaohan back to the building where her house was. On the way, Wu Xiaohan didn't say a word to me again. After going upstairs and returning to her house, she changed into slippers herself as soon as she entered, went to the bathroom, and untied Wei Qi. Wei Qi looked at his master with admiration. Wu Xiaohan bent down and squatted down, and Wei Qi immediately opened his mouth wide in understanding. Wu Xiaohan took off her cute lace panties and told Wei Qi, "Master might have some diarrhea today, so you'd better come closer." So Wei Qi lifted his head slightly off the ground, closer to Wu Xiaohan's snow-white buttocks. Wu Xiaohan relaxed her anal sphincter. Her extremely delicate anus muscles flipped outward, first letting out a few "puff puff" gas, then sprayed out a golden, thin feces that went straight into Wei Qi's mouth. She pressed a little harder, and after a few farts, the golden yellow he longed for flowed from his tender white anus. She didn't just "get" diarrhea; she completely sprayed the watery feces like soup into Wei Qi's mouth, nose, face, and even eyes. Wei Qi closed his eyes in discomfort, and Wu Xiaohan continued to cover Wei Qi's face with the watery, foul-smelling feces. Wei Qi tried to swallow the feces that were almost full, but couldn't help but choke. Because he was so close, he sprayed the feces from his mouth onto Wu Xiaohan's flawless, mutton-fat jade-like bottom. Seeing this, I was instantly shocked. I knew Wei Qi was about to be punished again. Wu Xiaohan clearly felt it too. Sure enough, she lowered her head and said to Wei Qi, "Alright, dirty the master's body, hmm? Look at what you've done to the master's entire buttocks. You'll be in trouble when you go out later." Wei Qi seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was blocked by feces, unable to utter a single word. Wu Xiaohan took out a tissue and wiped off the feces on her buttocks, then wiped again with a damp tissue, switched back to dry toilet paper to wipe a third time, and finally put on her pants and got up to leave. Wei Qi obediently finished eating Wu Xiaohan's diluted excrement, cleaned himself up, and crawled out of the toilet. Just like last night, he moved with his legs spread wide and his movements small. It seemed his testicles were still quite painful. Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa playing with her phone, completely ignoring Wei Qi. Wei Qi crawled to her feet and timidly said, 'Master, I'm out.' Wu Xiaohan completely ignored him. Wei Qi kowtowed to her. Wu Xiaohan looked at her phone without saying a word. Wei Qi said softly, 'Master, please punish me.' Wu Xiaohan still completely ignored him. Unsure what to do, Wei Qi looked at Wu Xiaohan and said, 'Master, I know I was wrong. I will never dirty you again. Please punish me.' His goddess lowered her head and continued playing with her phone, as if she hadn’t heard him at all. Wei Qi kowtowed repeatedly, 'Master, I deserve to die for my sins. No matter how you punish me, it's fine. Please don’t ignore me, okay?' Sitting on the sofa, Wu Xiaohan only glanced at the remote control for the electric collar on the other end of the sofa. Wei Qi then understood and picked up the remote to place in front of her. Wu Xiaohan said, 'Put it on the floor.' Wei Qi obediently put the remote on the ground. Wu Xiaohan finally put down her phone, looked at the submissive Wei Qi, and slowly said, 'It’s normal for you to choke today, since you’ve never eaten something like this. But dirtying your master is ultimately your fault. Master will let you choose: either, for the next few days, you won’t eat Master’s gold or drink Master’s holy water; or, you accept the electric shock now.' "A normal person would definitely choose neither to eat feces nor be electrocuted; only a fool would choose to both eat feces and be electrocuted—even one of them alone would be unacceptable to a normal person. But Wei Qi truly is a fool. He said, 'Master, please electrocute me.' Wu Xiaohan lightly stepped on the remote control for the electric shocks. Wei Qi's body stiffened instantly, as if a bowstring had snapped, and then he collapsed sideways onto the ground. His veins bulged, he screamed in pain, and spasmed uncontrollably on the floor. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot. However, as soon as Wei Qi slightly relaxed, the female demon firmly pressed her foot back down, even saying, 'Pressing on this is quite comfortable, let's just keep pressing.' Wu Xiaohan clearly enjoyed the feeling that she could make another person suffer horribly with just a slight movement of her foot. She so easily dominated the man beneath her—if he can still be called a 'man.' This shock had lasted for ten seconds. Wei Qi's convulsions intensified, and after screaming for a few seconds, he tried to shout, 'Please, master, stop,' but the shock tightened his muscles, making it impossible for him to articulate clearly. His bloodshot eyes were nearly bulging from their sockets, and the veins on his head looked like they might burst any moment. Finally, Wu Xiaohan lifted her slippered foot. Wei Qi's muscles immediately relaxed, his body collapsed back to the ground, still trembling slightly, drooling as he lay motionless. Wu Xiaohan let him rest for a while, then poured his dinner dog food into a bowl. After finishing the dog food, the formal torment was about to begin. She first asked Wei Qi, 'Does your egg still hurt?' I think when you crawl, your balls still hurt." "Yeah, it hurts, even the slightest movement hurts." Wu Xiaohan bent down and grabbed Wei Qi's testicles, then gently squeezed: "Like this, does it hurt?" The answer was obvious—Wei Qi gritted his teeth, bent down uncontrollably, and squeezed out between his teeth: "It hurts a lot." "Alright, then your balls can't be tortured anymore. But the wound on your penis is basically healed, so just torture it." Wu Xiaohan said "basically healed," but in fact, only the wound the little nail had pierced had mostly healed. The scar from the thick nail at the base of the penis was there, and the scorched tip of the glans showed no signs of healing. Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to bring three boxes of needles. Wei Qi obediently took three boxes, which meant a total of three hundred injection needles. She instructed Wei Qi to crawl into the debugging room and lie down on the floor. After Wei Qi obediently lay down, Wu Xiaohan straddled him directly. Even through her pants, the warmth of her body still made Wei Qi a little excited. "There are so many needles to go through, let's hurry." Wu Xiaohan said as she took out the needle and began to insert it into Wei Qi's glans. The goddess skillfully used her slender fingers to push the needle tip from the coronal sulcus into the glans. Wei Qi tensed up slightly, making no sound—he was used to this kind of pain by now. The needle tip slipped out from the other side of the glans with the force of his fingers. Wei Qi relaxed slightly, ready to face the second needle. Soon, dozens of needles pierced Wei Qi's glans to the brim, like a hedgehog. Although Wei Qi hadn't struggled, twitched, or screamed, the sweat all over him showed he was enduring considerable pain. Wu Xiaohan prepared to start ravaging the shaft. She first gripped Wei Qi's penis with her hand, then used her other hand to insert the needle from the side, and then out from the other side. After threading it from top to bottom for a row, Wu Xiaohan realized that there was nowhere left to hold the needle again[^fn11]. So, Wu Xiaohan took a large fishing hook with a fixed fishing line, inserted the hook tip from the urethral opening into Wei Qi's urethra, then passed through the flesh of the glans, and pulled out from the front. Then, she wrapped the other end of the fishing line around the top of the wooden frame taller than a person, then lowered it and pulled it down. In this way, Wei Qi's penis was stretched straight, standing upright. Wu Xiaohan pulled the string tighter—Wei Qi moaned softly, his penis stretched a bit longer. Wu Xiaohan was very satisfied and firmly tied the fishing line to the wooden frame, keeping Wei Qi's penis straight and upward. Now, she could directly use the needle with one hand to pass through Wei Qi's penis, without needing to hold the penis itself with the other hand [^fn12]. Wei Qi had already gotten used to the pain of needles passing through his lower body; at this moment, the pain had mostly turned into pleasure. The pain kept accumulating, and he was gradually pushed into a state of satisfaction by the pain. Finally, Wu Xiaohan had used up two whole boxes of needles. Two hundred steel needles gleamed coldly, showing off Wu Xiaohan's superb skills on Wei Qi's battered lower body. The remaining hundred needles tested her ability to "seize every opportunity." Wei Qi's glans and penis were hit with quite a few needles. Finally, Wu Xiaohan looked at Wei Qi's testicles and said, "How about putting a few more needles into my testicles?" Wei Qi shook his head, "My balls still hurt terribly." Don't even mention threading needles—just a gentle touch from you makes me feel like they're about to break. "Wu Xiaohan said, "Then we'll have a few fewer needles." It's decided. "Wei Qi didn't dare say another word." Wu Xiaohan pinched the base of Wei Qi's scrotum, leaving nowhere for the swollen and deformed testicles, then inserted the needle into his scrotum. Wei Qi cried out in pain, his legs moving wildly in pain. Wu Xiaohan sat tightly on his legs and resolutely pierced Wei Qi's testicles, pulling them out from the other side. Wei Qi took three needles in each testicle on each side, and Wu Xiaohan let him go. In the end, there were still twelve needles left in the box, which Wu Xiaohan didn't use. Instead, Wu Xiaohan got up and took twelve nails. "I'll use the nails for the last twelve. Bring in the little stool that your master used to nail you on." Wei Qi crawled away with great difficulty and slow. Every movement made him clench his teeth in pain. Wei Qi crawled back, obediently set the stool down, and then placed his needle-filled penis on the stool. When Wu Xiaohan actually placed the nail above the base of Wei Qi's penis, Wei Qi was still afraid: "Master, can you do it...... No more nailing." "No." Wu Xiaohan replied coldly. "It's full of needles...... The nail will break the needle inside. ""Isn't that better? Don't you just like the master treating you worse and worse? "Stuck inside... what should I do from now on..." "Didn't you just want your master to ruin you, silly?" Wu Xiaohan gently stroked Wei Qi's face as she replied. Wei Qi was melted by the warmth of her hand, conquered by this fleeting tenderness, unable to utter a single 'no.' At this moment, his response was more like his indulgence toward Wu Xiaohan: 'Mm... whatever you say. Do whatever you want.' Wu Xiaohan ignored him, gripped the nail tightly, and hammered it down heavily. I immediately heard the sound of metal colliding. I couldn't imagine—the nail bending or breaking the needle inside; stirring the steel needle, crushing the fragile sponge-like tissue inside, stretching the wound on the sponge's white membrane to the point it couldn't heal. The most direct feeling was that blood almost gushed from the eye of each needle near the nail, staining the wooden bench red. Wei Qi closed his eyes tight, crying out loudly, begging for mercy. Wu Xiaohan paid no attention, hammering the nail firmly into the bench with several hard strikes. Wu Xiaohan took out a second nail, placed it on Wei Qi's glans, and hammered it in heavily. The sensitive glans feared even more pain—Wei Qi's legs trembled so much that the bench shook, his voice cracks from shouting. Wu Xiaohan still firmly hammering the nail into the wood. She picked up a third nail, placed it again on Wei Qi's glans, which already looked like minced flesh. Wei Qi desperately begged for mercy—but the pain was so overwhelming he couldn't speak a complete sentence, only tremblingly shouting, 'Master... it hurts... I... can't...' Wu Xiaohan frowned, raised the hammer, and hammered the nail in fiercely. The moment the hammer struck the nail with a crisp sound, Wei Qi's pleas for mercy abruptly stopped. Instead, his body shook violently and trembled. The nail mercilessly pierced through Wei Qi's glans, wrapping around the steel needle, slowly crushing his flesh. Wei Qi was tormented to the point of tears, and blood flowed from his mouth—probably because the sudden pain interrupted his pleas and cries had caused him to bite his own tongue. Wu Xiaohan finally, for the first time ever, decided not to let Wei Qi go without completing the plan. She said, "Then let's drive six nails in total. One nail is worth two needles. Three more nails and I'll let you go." Wei Qi weakly replied, "Thank you...... Thank you, Master. But the next three nails didn't ease at all. The three nails passed through the middle of his penis, turning Wei Qi's penis into a bloody, mangled mess of flesh soaked with steel needles. Wu Xiaohan put down the hammer and stood up to admire her work. She put one foot down on the bench and said to Wei Qi, "Seeing this bench, I think I should step on this pile of stuff on it again." Wei Qi shook his head desperately: "Please, Master, let me go." "I'm in so much pain, I'm about to be ruined...... Really......" Wu Xiaohan stood with both feet, and under Wei Qi's terrified expression, she rubbed the sole of her shoe against the side of Wei Qi's penis—after all, the front was blocked by the nail, so she couldn't touch it. She finally said, "Alright, then I won't step on you. Otherwise, if I really crush you, there won't be any fun left in a couple of days." Wei Qi seemed to have been given a second chance at life, speaking in a jumble, “Thank you… thank you, Master, for sparing my life… I will definitely repay… repay you, Master.” Wu Xiaohan wiped the blood off the bench and spread a lot of paper over it. She found a rubber band to temporarily tie around the base of Wei Qi’s penis to reduce bleeding and then quickly began to pull out six nails with pliers, followed by removing the pins one by one. Blood kept flowing uncontrollably—in fact, this might be the most appropriate instance of the phrase “blood flowing like a river.” Three pins broke inside Wei Qi’s body. Fortunately, half of each pin near the tip was exposed on one side, making it possible to pull them out with pliers, while the other half, with the latch, could be pulled out directly by hand. A few pins were bent by the nails, making them especially difficult to remove, and caused even more bleeding than the others. Wei Qi kept moaning and trembling, and after losing possibly hundreds of milliliters of blood, Wu Xiaohan finally finished removing the pins. She handed Wei Qi a piece of gauze, and he quickly wrapped his penis and squeezed it tightly. Wu Xiaohan and I first left the training room, leaving Wei Qi alone inside to endure the pain. Wei Qi had lost a lot of blood, so Wu Xiaohan took out the glucose and ferrous lactate she had just bought a few days ago to help him replenish nutrients. She didn’t allow me to stay any longer but gave me the car keys and told me to return to school myself—she said: “It’s getting late, you go back first. If you stay here, who knows what perverted things you might do. Tomorrow is the weekend; just come around noon.” On the way back to school, my mind was not filled with the inhumane abuse Wei Qi had suffered, but with the things Wu Xiaohan had said to me. I know that my despicable behavior may indeed have disappointed Wu Xiaohan; in her eyes, I shouldn't be that kind of person. But I also know that Wu Xiaohan could never be in a relationship with me. She didn’t accept my pursuit back then, and now, considering all objective conditions, I am even less worthy of her. Being able to touch the soles of her shoes is truly the only way I can physically get close to my goddess. “I'm sorry, Senior Xiaohan. My love for you is too shallow, which is why I am overly obsessed with being close to your body. I have let you down.” Thinking this, I felt even more inferior and self-reproachful.

[^fn11]: See the effect of wearing 140 needles. [^fn12]: Only Wu Xiaohan uses a fish hook instead of a permanent piercing.

Saturday, July 22

In the morning, when she arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house, she fed Wei Qi morning urine and said a friend had invited her shopping this afternoon. She watched Wei Qi clean the floor, order takeout for lunch, share it with me, and feed the leftover scraps to Wei Qi. It was almost three o'clock. She locked Wei Qi back in the bathroom, grabbed her bag, and said to me, "Let me take you back to school. I'll tell you when I get ready to go home." As we reached the door, Wu Xiaohan suddenly asked me, "You know? Every morning when I change shoes, you stare at me—it's really obvious. You want to change my shoes just like he does, don't you? "I remembered what Wu Xiaohan said last night about 'be honest,' so I had no choice but to admit, "Mm." "Alright, I'll give you this chance. If you really want to be so humble in front of me, then now, just like him, change my shoes." "Thank you, senior, for being willing to fulfill my wishes." I said this as I knelt down. She lifted one foot, and I quickly snatched off her slipper with my mouth, then took her little white leather shoes and placed them at her feet. I gently held the back of the shoe, letting her put her foot inside. I followed the usual approach with the other foot. I could still smell the faint scent of leather in her shoes and feel the warmth of her feet in stockings. On the way back to school, Wu Xiaohan told me that when she left yesterday morning, she noticed I had touched her shoes the night before last. At that moment, she didn't know how to treat me: "Normally, I should be angry, but I didn't. I understand that you like my shoes, so I chose to give you a chance to lick them openly. I know you're shy and wouldn't dare to bring it up, so I deliberately took the initiative last night." "Thank you, Senior Xiao Han, for being so good to me." "See, this morning I directly made you change my shoes. If it were Wei Qi, before fully teasing him and making him completely obedient, do you think I would have let him change my shoes?" I thought for a moment. What she said was indeed all true. I didn’t know how to express it, so I could only speak sparsely: "Thank you. I really didn’t expect you to be this good to me. Senior Xiao Han, I know I owe you a lot." "You don’t need to say that. Just remember, in my eyes, you and he are ultimately different." "Thank you, Senior Xiao Han." Wu Xiaohan asked me to drop her off at school and drove herself toward the city center. Around nine in the evening, she called me to pick her up from a gathering with friends. She had drunk a little and couldn’t drive, so I had to drive her car to take her home. When I got there, Wu Xiaohan had clearly drunk quite a bit—she smelled of alcohol, and her face was flushed. But she could still barely walk. She stumbled to the car, clumsily got into the passenger seat, handed me the car keys, and gestured for me to drive. So I drove her car back to her residential community. As soon as I had parked in the garage, without even pulling the handbrake, Wu Xiaohan actually placed her feet on my legs. Her beautiful leather shoes rested on me, revealing the elegant curve of her ankles. Was she trying to tempt me again? Indeed, I really wanted to pick up her feet and kiss her shoes. But she was already drunk. I knew I couldn’t take advantage of her while she was not fully conscious, so I prepared to open the door and help her out. But she said, "Don’t go." Then she slipped the tips of her shoes against my waist and into my pants. I was stunned, but also held my breath in excitement. She remained calm, reached out to undo my belt, then used her foot to pull my pants down to her knees. Under the influence of alcohol, her movements were a bit clumsy. Even though I was still wearing my underwear, I couldn't hide my erection at all. I shouted awkwardly, "Senior Xiaohan...... "You ......" She said nothing, and started using her shoes to pry open my underwear. I shouted, "Senior Xiaohan!" You've had too much to drink...... Don't do this. Wu Xiaohan ignored her and directly pulled open my panties. My ugly cock was exposed before her, erect in a sinful and lewd manner. Wu Xiaohan rubbed this disgusting thing with the sole of her shoe. "Senior Xiaohan, please, don't do this. It's really dirty." Wu Xiaohan then reached out and took off her own shoes, saying, "Oh, sorry, my shoes are a bit dirty. You should have reminded me. Sorry." I quickly picked up her shoes and put them on—I didn't even bother with my mouth, so I quickly put them on with my hands. I shouted, "No, Senior Xiaohan, it's my fault. I'll dirty you." Wu Xiaohan put her index finger to my mouth, making a gesture to cover my mouth: "Don't say that. I don't mind you're dirty." Wu Xiaohan took off both shoes by hand and placed her stocking-clad foot on my already iron-hard penis. I almost cried: "Please, Senior Xiaohan, please don't treat yourself like this, okay? It's my fault, it's all my fault. Please, don't do this. If you keep doing this, I'll never forgive myself." Every word I said came from the heart. Wu Xiaohan, my goddess for so many years, has always been an unattainable sacred image in my heart, untouchable and untouchable. I could not accept even the slightest touch of Wu Xiaohan for my own lewd and depraved desires. Even if her shoe soles touched my filthy thing, I would feel deeply indebted to her; But now, she had taken off her shoes and placed her feet, now only in thin stockings, between my legs. Every time I saw Wu Xiaohan's feet, I couldn't look away; But this time, Wu Xiaohan's feet were so close to me. Her pink little feet were hidden in flesh-colored stockings, her stunning long toes pressed tightly together. I was so stunned by her beauty that I couldn't breathe for a moment. Stockings often hide spots and fine lines on her feet, but Wu Xiaohan's smooth, flawless feet didn't need such concealment at all. But at this moment, the stockings weren't without purpose—they slightly covered her toes, creating a kind of ambiguity and charm like "half hiding a pipa in her arms." These world's most perfect jade feet were now in my most filthy place—what merit or ability do I have to touch such a sacred object? But she said, "Senior, you didn't disgrace yourself. This is what I wanted, and now, I want you to satisfy me." "Senior, you're already drunk. Let's go upstairs, okay?" You're not sober right now, don't do things that dirty you, you'll regret it......" Wu Xiaohan once again brought her delicate fingers to my lips, pinching my lips: "If you keep talking, I'm going to get mad." If you don't cooperate with me, I'll tell you to get lost. "I knew I shouldn't accept Wu Xiaohan's reward; But I couldn't just push her away roughly, so I had no choice but to fall silent. Her feet gently slid and rubbed against my lower body. My honest body couldn't resist the sensation, growing more and more excited, even leaking a little wetness. Wu Xiaohan didn't stop; instead, she grabbed my penis with both hands and even said, "Wow, your bottom is really huge." "Did you see Wei Qi's?" "Yours is several times bigger than his." She reached out and measured the length of my cock with her finger, saying, "This is at least 19 centimeters, oh my god. I've never encountered a penis this big before. Xu Yangdong, you're mine now." "Senior Xiaohan, I'm yours, I've always been yours, everything is yours. But...... Can you stop treating yourself like this...... Whatever you want me to do, I'm fine. I wouldn't dare to defile you like this. "I want you to play with me. I like your big cock, you know? I like it." After Wu Xiaohan rubbed my glans a few times with her toes, I suddenly couldn't hold back and ejaculated violently. A large amount of foul-smelling semen got on Wu Xiaohan's car seat, floor mats, and even the top panel; There was even quite a bit on Wu Xiaohan's stockings. Fortunately, not a single drop got above the goddess's knee. I was so frightened that I quickly grabbed a wet wipe to wipe off my semen. I was a bit flustered and only hurriedly wiped Wu Xiaohan's stockings a few times, not really clean. "You came so quickly?" Wu Xiaohan got up and climbed toward me, preparing to straddle me. I was about to lose my temper. I opened the car door in fear, knelt on the ground outside, and started kowtowing to Wu Xiaohan: "Senior Xiaohan, please forgive me. I didn't mean to...... I didn't mean to dirty you, I just couldn't hold back. I'm sorry, Senior Xiaohan." Wu Xiaohan seemed not to hear me and directly lifted my starting softening penis with her toes, asking, "You're still a virgin, right?" I nodded, "Mm." "No wonder I came so quickly. Not blaming you." I still couldn't recover: "Sorry, I really didn't mean to dirty you. Let me clean you up, okay?" Wu Xiaohan said, "You don't need to wipe." She sat in the driver's seat, stretched her other foot onto my penis, gently rubbing it again, and soon I was hard again. I pleaded, "Senior Xiaohan, can you stop playing? I really don't want to defile your ......." "It's okay...... See, isn't your body honest in front of senior? Today, I just want to play with you, a little virgin, so you can come and show me." "Then can you put on your shoes?" "Put on your shoes." I picked up Wu Xiaohan's shoe and put it on her foot. Her foot was suspended in midair, and I couldn't put much effort into my mouth, so I had to use my hand to help her put the shoes on completely. After putting on her shoes, she gently pressed my penis against the car door and slowly rubbed it. My penis was already so hard it was almost pressing against her feet. Seeing my satisfied expression, Wu Xiaohan asked me, "Does it feel good?" I replied, "Yes, it feels so good...... Really...... I've never felt this good before. "Do you like it?" "I do...... I just feel so sorry, senior." "How could I be sorry?" Senior just likes big cocks like yours. As long as you let senior play with them, she won't mind you." Wu Xiaohan took off her shoes with her own hands and stuffed my dick into her shoe, sighing, "Wow, your dick is really huge, even my shoe is almost up to the end." Then she slipped her foot in and rubbed my dick between the soles of her feet and the insoles. "Senior Xiaohan...... Can you wake up a bit...... I'll really dirty your soles like this." "Xu Yangdong...... Don't you understand? I might be a sadistic girl in front of Wei Qi, but I'm a girl first and foremost, okay? Senior is a girl first, and girls naturally want physical contact, so girls really like your big cock." "I...... I just think I'm dirty, that's all. "You don't have to think that way, okay? If you want to, just feel the burning heat of your cock with your feet, not through your shoes." "I was about to cum myself and shouted, "Stop for a moment...... I feel like I'm about to come...... She pulled her foot out, waited two seconds, then ordered me to stand up and play with her. She sat in the driver's seat, lifted her legs flat, and kneaded my hard lower body. Under the garage lights, I finally saw her jade-like feet with perfect clarity. Her toes naturally straightened, her neat toes and top of her feet forming a flat surface, and the graceful curve of the soles forming a perfect arc; The wrinkled lines on the soles of her feet were also charmingly charming, hidden by the stockings. Even though her crystal-clear toenails were wrapped in thickened stockings at the tips, they still shone brilliantly. These most perfect feet in the world were now satisfying my dirty desire, shamelessly defiled by me. Wu Xiaohan used her tight, graceful toes to gently tease my glans; Then she used her supremely flexible arch to clamp and rub my cock. Before long, I couldn't hold back again: "I feel like ...... I'm really about to cum." Wu Xiaohan said, "It's okay, just come." Be good, shoot on my foot. ""I...... I'll just come on the ground." "Come on my foot, okay?" Be good. "I had no other choice and shot all my semen onto Wu Xiaohan's foot once more." This time, the amount was much less than the first time, but because it was all on Wu Xiaohan's stocking-clad feet, it covered the top of her foot. Her pitiful little feet were completely covered by my foul, filthy semen, as if she had endlessly humiliated and ravaged her. I could hardly believe that I had just ruined the purest and most beautiful pair of feet in the world. "Defiled," "desecrate," "vulgar"—all these words combined seemed insufficient to describe my shamelessness. After ejaculating, I quickly calmed down and quickly brought some paper to wipe the semen off Wu Xiaohan's feet. My apology was almost incoherent: "Sorry, Senior Xiaohan...... I ...... I dirtied you...... It's all my fault...... Wu Xiaohan took the tissue and started wiping it herself. I had no choice but to kneel on the ground, pressing my forehead tightly against the ground, and said anxiously, "Senior Xiaohan, I'm really sorry. I know you won't forgive me again......" Wu Xiaohan comforted me, "It's really okay." You didn't do anything wrong; I told you to do it all. I had a great time just now." "Sorry, I shouldn't have indulged my ...... while you were drunk." "Alright, get up. Stop kowtowing, okay? I told you, I don't want to see you so humble and lowly." I nodded and asked her, "Senior Xiaohan, can I still put your shoes on with my mouth?" She said, "Mm. If you want, come on." Then she reached out her foot proactively. Only then did I see that although the semen had been wiped dry, her stockings were still covered in wet marks from my semen. I picked up her heel, had her put her foot inside, and then put the shoe back on. She took the initiative to explain: "Yesterday, when I saw you licking the soles of your shoes in front of me, I was actually a bit sad. I kind of wanted to treat you like my M, but definitely not that despicable dog, you understand? We have known each other since college, and have known you as classmates for so long. I could never see you as a lowly slave. A few days ago, I had Wei Qi serve you because I wanted you to know you're not as despicable as him; you should stand tall and proud. I just didn't expect you to see yourself as so lowly too." She continued, "I can treat Wei Qi as a lowly beast. But with you, I can't do that. You once put yourself on equal footing and pursued me—although I didn't accept it, and honestly, because of objective circumstances, I wouldn't accept it now; But I remember everything you did for me as a person. Xu Yangdong, I...... My feelings for you are really complicated, you know? "I didn't say anything." She shook her head too: 'Well, I don't know either. Let's take it one step at a time.' She said again: 'You know? Last Saturday when we went hiking, at the moment I stepped on your hand while going down the mountain, I felt that you really pampered me, unlike Wei Qi's shallow obedience.' I nodded: 'Actually, I feel that it was definitely senior treating me with affection, giving me that opportunity. That day I said, 'Being able to support Senior Xiao Han is an honor for my hands,' it really came from the bottom of my heart.' Wu Xiaohan lowered her head again and said to me: 'So, classmate Xu Yangdong, can I step on your hand to get off the car?' I understood quickly, placing my hand at a midpoint between the car floor and the ground, letting Wu Xiaohan place one foot on my palm, then the other foot on the ground. 'Giving you the honor again, how does it feel?' 'Very happy. Thank you, senior.' 'But that day, without your support, I really wouldn’t know how to get down.' 'When I was supporting your foot that day, I really wanted to secretly kiss your shoe, but I forced myself not to.' 'You, really an incurable masochist. Do you still want to kiss now?' 'I do… Senior Xiao Han, can I kiss the top of your shoe?' 'Mm.' 'Thank you, senior.' I lowered my head, gently pressing my lips to the top of her shoe, kissing it deeply. Wu Xiaohan lifted my head with her hand and asked me: 'Classmate Xu Yangdong, can I kiss your forehead?' 'Mm.' Wu Xiaohan gently kissed my forehead with her lips—that soft, warm touch filled me with happiness and gratitude. As I was lost in happiness, Wu Xiaohan said to me, "How about you carry me upstairs?" Do you want to? "Mm-hmm." The constant surprises left me at a loss for words. Being able to work like a beast of burden for my goddess was a happiness I never dared to imagine. I nodded, bent down, and knelt on the ground. Wu Xiaohan straddled my back and said gently, "Let's go." The warmth of her legs excited me again, even though I'd never been close to anyone before. I carried her into the hallway and climbed upstairs. I wasn't skilled yet, so when I went up the stairs, my back naturally leaned backward, almost causing Wu Xiaohan to slip down. I was so startled that I quickly bent my head down, my head almost touching the steps, and raised my hips to keep my back level so Wu Xiaohan could sit steadily. I was happy all the way, but also afraid I might not perform well enough, and also afraid that a neighbor might suddenly open the door and find me. With my heart pounding, I finally carried Wu Xiaohan up to the third floor. Only then did I realize that carrying Wu Xiaohan up was actually quite tiring. My waist and knees were already sore and I couldn't imagine how Wei Qi, covered in injuries, managed to get through day by day...... Wu Xiaohan opened the door, then stood up and walked to the bathroom, opening the door. After letting Wei Qi go, Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa as usual and asked Wei Qi to take off her shoes. After Wei Qi took off Wu Xiaohan's white leather shoes, she stretched out her foot and confessed, "Did you know? Just now downstairs, I gave Xu Yangdong a footjob." He came twice, and both times on my stockings, and he came a lot. Smell it, do you smell any semen?" Wei Qi blushed in grievance. She continued, "Xu Yangdong's penis is really huge, I love it. Unlike you, useless guy, with such a tiny dick, it always deserves to be locked, never worthy of orgasm, never worthy of ejaculation." Hearing these words from the side, I felt a bit awkward. But Wu Xiaohan finally pointed to the ultimate goal: "So, do you want to try Master's stockings? They're all your roommate's semen...... Hmm, you should say, real men's semen. Anyway, you won't get the chance to see your own semen. Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan put her foot to Wei Qi's mouth, and just as Wei Qi stuck out his tongue, she immediately ordered, "No licking." Wei Qi was stunned. Wu Xiaohan continued, "A slutty like you will never deserve to touch your master's feet. Do you know? The master would rather serve Xu Yangdong's cock with his feet than let you touch it." Wu Xiaohan saw Wei Qi's aggrieved expression and continued, "What's wrong?" Wronged? Don't you like being this lowly? Don't you just like being the lowest dog? Now you know, your soul, your whole thing, isn't even worth a single cock from your senior. So, do you like it? Wei Qi nodded, feeling so wronged he was about to cry. Only then did Wu Xiaohan continue: "Alright, although you are not allowed to get close to Master's feet, if you want, Master can take off the stockings and let you savor the taste of your semen." Do you want it? "Yes, ......" Wei Qi's voice was so faint it was almost inaudible. Wu Xiaohan took off her flesh-colored stockings herself, then picked them up and aimed the semen-stained part directly at Wei Qi's mouth: "Come on, little slut." Wei Qi stuck out his tongue and began licking. Wu Xiaohan kept asking him, "Do you like it, slut?" "Yes." Wu Xiaohan looked up at me and said, "Look, this filthy dog actually likes your semen. From now on, you have to satisfy him properly." Seeing me blushing and not responding, Wu Xiaohan shoved the stockings completely into Wei Qi's mouth with her fingers, letting him hold them: "Lick well, suck well." Swallow every drop of his cum, understand? Wei Qi knelt on the ground, wearing stockings in his mouth. Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's weak, swollen lower body with her slipper-clad foot: "Huh, after being humiliated like this this time, why aren't you hard?" Could it be...... Are you really so worn out that you can't get hard anymore? "Wei Qi shook his head." Useless. Then just enjoy your roommate's semen. But...... Is there any part of your body you can torment the master? "Wei Qi shook his head again." Then the master won't torture you today, and the master is tired too. But the two weeks are almost up. Tomorrow, the master will give you a graduation exam, okay? "Wei Qi nodded in agreement. Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa for a while, then asked me to bring some dog food to feed Wei Qi, who was kneeling on the floor. I brought the dog food, and Wu Xiaohan took out a small bottle of ferrous lactate from the room and added it to Wei Qi's dog food: "You might have a lot of bleeding tomorrow. Take this to help yourself get ready." After adding the ferrous lactate to me, Wu Xiaohan said to me, "Xu Yangdong, can you do me one more favor?" "Okay." What favor?" ""Can you pee in that dog's food bowl?" "Huh?" "Look, that filthy dog seems to really like the smell of your big cock. Now it's so enjoyable to hold it in his mouth. Just do him a little wish, and let him see your big cock while he's at it." "Isn't that a bit much?" Even though I'm used to seeing Wu Xiaohan humiliate Wei Qi in all kinds of extreme ways, I still really don't get used to personally humiliating my roommate. "Senior, you're so nice to you today. Aren't you going to repay you?" "Alright...... I'll take it to the bathroom to pee. If I pee here, it wouldn't be good to spill it. "Just pee here," Wu Xiaohan said, then turned to Wei Qi: "You filthy dog, lift your food bowl up to your head so your senior can pee in there." Wei Qi obediently lifted the food bowl and placed it on his head, then crawled a couple of steps on his knees to meet me. I glanced at Wu Xiaohan, still too embarrassed to pull out my penis. I was about to tell Wu Xiaohan, "Forget it," but she spoke to Wei Qi first: "You filthy dog, what are you standing there for? Be proactive. Are you someone who doesn't have long hands and can't pull your belt, or a mouth that doesn't know how to ask for help?" Wei Qi had no choice but to hold the food bowl with one hand, use the other to pull down my belt, slightly take off my pants, then quietly say, "Please pee into my food." "I knew I couldn't escape, but with Wu Xiaohan watching from the side, I was so embarrassed I couldn't pee. It wasn't until I forced myself to relax for more than ten seconds before peeing into the food bowl. After I finished, I pulled up my pants myself. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to put the food bowl on the floor, take the stockings out of my mouth, and knelt down to eat the dog food. Wei Qi obediently took out his stockings and started eating the dog food soaked in my urine. Wu Xiaohan teased, "You filthy dog, does it taste good?" "No, it's bitter, and it smells a bit fishy." "Then you have to perform well tomorrow. If you don't do well tomorrow, I'll give the shock remote control to Xu Yangdong and let him use you as a toilet every day from now on, understand?" "Got it, Master." Wei Qi finished eating, and it was already very late. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to "rest early," saying he would still have something for him tomorrow. Wei Qi was led into the bathroom, and after drinking Wu Xiaohan's sweet holy water, he was locked up. He lay on his side, covered in wounds, his hands and feet tightly cuffed. I had no idea what kind of punishment awaited him tomorrow...... Wu Xiaohan walked out of the bathroom, half-jokingly asking me, "I think you seem really jealous of Wei Qi. Do you want to sleep in my bathroom too?" There's even a bathroom in my bedroom. "When I heard that, I replied irrationally, "That's great?" "I can do it too?" "What's wrong? Anyway, I won't let you sleep on the sofa anymore, or else if you touch my shoes again......" "I...... Just staying in the bathroom is enough to satisfy me. Is that okay? "Sure. Want to come?" But let me be clear: you absolutely can't leave the bathroom, and absolutely no improper thoughts about me." ""Okay, I know." "Then I'll go in first to wash up and change clothes. Once I'm ready to sleep, I'll call you in. Behave yourself outside and don't move around." I went to the kitchen to wash up. About twenty minutes later, Wu Xiaohan opened the bedroom door in her pajamas and asked me to take my own blanket from the sofa inside. The bedroom was covered with beige wallpaper, making it feel cozy. In the center of the room, a tall, large bed looked especially comfortable. She pointed to the bathroom on the left side as soon as I entered the bedroom and told me to go inside. Inside, it was clean and bright, like a bathroom in a top hotel; The glass was spotless, and the bathtub was very clean; On the marble sink were many items like her shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. Wu Xiaohan pointed to the bathtub and said to me, "Just lie down in the tub." I lay down in the tub and covered myself with the blanket. Wu Xiaohan playfully asked me, "Do you like it?" "Yes." Just thinking about being so close to you really makes me feel very happy. "Then sleep well." "Okay, good night, senior." "Don't rush, open your mouth." Without thinking, I opened my mouth wide. Her pink lips parted slightly, and she squeezed out a mouthful of sparkling saliva, which landed right into mine. I was stunned for a moment. I never imagined I could get the goddess's saliva. Although I couldn't taste anything, knowing it was the goddess's saliva made me feel like my tongue was enjoying an unparalleled pleasure. I just felt like the happiest person in the world, unable to resist lingering in this moment, not daring to swallow. "Do you like it?" Wu Xiaohan lowered her head, looking at me with the gentlest gaze in the world. I couldn't help but nod: "I like it." Thank you, senior, for being so good to me. "Good night, then. See you tomorrow morning." "Good night." She turned off the bathroom light and walked out. I lay in her bathtub, happily drifting off to sleep.

July 23, Sunday - Morning

In the morning, I was woken up by Wu Xiaohan in the bathtub. With her messy hair, she asked me, "Did you sleep well tonight?" I replied, "Mm-hmm." Thank you, senior. "You're really well-behaved, always lying in the bathtub." "It's pretty comfortable to lie here." "Since you think you're only fit to lie in the bathtub, I have no objections. Get up." "Mm." "Today's absolute star is Wei Qi. After all, I'm currently paying him to train him, and today I plan to give him the final and most brutal torture session." "I know, Senior Xiaohan." "Go get ready and wait for me." I went to the kitchen to wash up, tinkered with the camera in the living room, and waited a while before seeing Wu Xiaohan come out. The moment I saw her, I was stunned. She was wearing a beautiful CLA-style Lolita dress, with white layered lace ruffles and pink bows in front of her, so exquisite it was almost impossible to touch. She even put on her shoes—a brand new pair of pink high-heeled ankle boots [^fn13], with fine pink laces and beautiful decorative lace that completely wrapped her feet. At her ankles, a bit of lace trim from white cotton socks peeked out, making her look especially alluring. Wu Xiaohan before me was a true princess. No one could resist the urge to crawl before her. This beauty completely mesmerized me. Wu Xiaohan asked me, "So, how is it? Still considered pretty?" I nodded blankly, "So beautiful." Why dress like that? "Don't you guys these days just like cuter lo girls? Things like black stockings or red lips—you're not interested in them." "But I've never seen you dress like this before...... "You haven't really seen me these past few years...... Besides, I can't dress like that when I go to work." "That's true. But why do you dress so seriously today?" "Today I have to give him unprecedented abuse, so of course I have to dress up to encourage him. Anyway, the dresses and all that were bought with the money he gave." Wu Xiaohan woke Wei Qi up and unfastened his cross-shaped handcuffs and chains. Wei Qi was clearly stunned too, looking at Wu Xiaohan with eyes full of admiration. In fact, after so many days of training, even when Wu Xiaohan stood in front of Wei Qi with disheveled hair and extremely messy, Wei Qi still treated her as a perfect goddess, loving, worshiping, and flattering her from the bottom of her heart. However, Wu Xiaohan's outfit today still made Wei Qi especially excited. Wu Xiaohan still rewarded Wei Qi with morning urine. But when Wei Qi lay on the ground, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the adorably cute shoes and socks on Wu Xiaohan's feet. Wei Qi happily swallowed the holy water dripping from between Wu Xiaohan's legs and crawled out to finish his breakfast. Next, Wu Xiaohan didn't rush to start tormenting Wei Qi, but instead asked, "Good dog, do you want to lick the shoes in the owner's shoe cabinet?" "Yes." "Which pair do you want to lick?" "I want them all." "You men are just that greedy. Alright, I'll listen to you and lick them all. But to prevent you from accidentally using your hands, I'll first put your handcuffs behind your back." Wu Xiaohan cuffed Wei Qi's hands behind his back, then made him kneel and crawl to the edge of the shoe cabinet. "This is your first task today: first, lick the soles of your master's shoes clean. Remember, clean means thoroughly clean. The white soles must be pure white; not a trace of dirt or dust can remain. For every speck of dust left, you'll get an electric shock for one second during punishment." Wei Qi carefully picked up with his mouth the pair of leather shoes Wu Xiaohan had worn yesterday and started with them. Pure white little leather shoes, the soles were originally white—but they had been worn for a long time, worn down to black. Wei Qi placed the shoes sole-up on the ground with his mouth and repeatedly licked the soles with force—but the white of the soles still did not show. Wei Qi licked even harder, trying to use his tongue to scrape off the surface layer of dirt directly, but it was still useless. He decided to temporarily put aside this pair and picked up a pair of pink Cortez sneakers, licking their white soles. As before, Wei Qi successfully scraped clean the dust and dirt from the grooves of the soles—including small stones and chewed gum—and swallowed them, but still could not lick the soles back to pure white. Wei Qi desperately asked Wu Xiaohan for help: 'Master, I tried my best, but I really can't lick them completely clean.' Wu Xiaohan said gently, 'Useless trash.' Then she got up and went to the kitchen to bring a bag of laundry detergent, poured it on the floor beside Wei Qi: 'Here’s some laundry detergent. Dip your tongue in it and lick the soles clean.' After saying this, Wu Xiaohan sat straight back on the sofa. Wei Qi dipped his tongue into the laundry detergent; the taste immediately made him frown. But he looked up at the little princess on the sofa and then immediately buried his head to lick the soles. This time, after spending more than ten minutes, he finally managed to lick the soles of those two pairs of shoes basically clean. Then he spent another hour to lick clean Wu Xiaohan's several pairs of high heels, a pair of running shoes, the pair of canvas shoes I had touched, and the hiking boots she wore last week. Seeing that he wouldn't be able to finish cleaning the shoes anytime soon, Wu Xiaohan said to me, 'Just put the camera there and film it. Let's go have something to eat.' I nodded. So Wu Xiaohan, wearing her little dress, went to the kitchen and cooked a pot of pasta, poured Bologna-style meat sauce over it, and shared it with me. It was almost noon. Wei Qi was still continuing to clean Wu Xiaohan's shoes. While he was licking a pair of Wu Xiaohan's flip-flops, his tongue finally bled from overuse. He immediately reported to Wu Xiaohan, 'Master, my tongue is bleeding.' Wu Xiaohan replied coldly, 'Then use your lips. Be careful not to get your dirty blood on my shoes, or you'll be in trouble.' Wei Qi hung his head in grievance, pressed his lips tightly together, and continued to clean the soles of the flip-flops with his lips with great difficulty. The surface area of the lips is significantly smaller than the tongue and cannot easily reach into the gaps; as a result, Wei Qi obviously slowed down. At this point, there were still two pairs of flat leather shoes and several pairs of sandals left in the shoe cabinet. I couldn't help but wonder—could Wei Qi's lips endure it? If his lips broke and bled, what would Wu Xiaohan demand of him? Wei Qi kept going. By the time he had only three pairs of sandals left, the thing I was worried about happened—Wei Qi's lips were also worn and bleeding. Wei Qi felt the bleeding on his tongue had stopped, so he stopped and switched his tongue back, but after only a few licks, his tongue broke open and started bleeding. He had no choice but to ask Wu Xiaohan what to do. Wu Xiaohan slowly walked up to Wei Qi and said, "What else can we do?" "We can only stop licking." There were six sandals left, and the soles were quite dirty. Let's just say each sandal lasted two minutes, then I'll shock you for twelve minutes this afternoon. "Twelve minutes!" Just twelve seconds alone was enough to make Wei Qi feel unbearably unbearable. Twelve minutes—even if it didn't burn his nervous system, it would make him bite his tongue and end his life. Wei Qi's expression was filled with panic. But Wu Xiaohan didn't explain further, just gave a calm order: "Alright, put all the shoes away." Wei Qi climbed back up to the sofa. His lips were swollen and red, but he didn't seem to feel much pain. Probably because of the repeated friction, the corrosion from the laundry detergent, and the irritation from the detergent on the wound, Wei Qi's lips and tongue were probably completely numb. Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi, "Master, these shoes are on your feet now, and this is your first time wearing them after buying them." Do you like them? "Mm-hmm, I like them." "Then Master, how about stepping on you with them?" "If Master wants...... We'll all listen to Master." Wu Xiaohan led Wei Qi into the training room. She pulled out a cockbox from the corner of the training room—a small wooden table specially designed for trampling on a penis. I'd only seen this thing in videos—it seemed to make the male M lie on the floor, with his penis passing through the hole in the center of the table and placed on the table for the female S to step on. Wei Qi clearly knew how to use this thing, so he recklessly lay down on the floor and obediently took his penis and testicles out of the hole and placed them on the table. When he tried hard to push his swollen testicles through that small hole, he grimaced, clearly showing the pain in his testicles. Wu Xiaohan happily put on her high-heeled ankle boots and stepped onto the table. "Do you really like these shoes from Master?" "Mm." "Then Master, how about wearing them and playing with you gently?" "Mm." Wu Xiaohan rubbed Wei Qi's battered penis with the sole of the shoe. She played with it for a while, but Wei Qi showed almost no sign of getting hard. "Little dog, why aren't you hard anymore? Is Master really that unattractive?" "No, Master...... "What then?" "Maybe...... The wound hasn't healed yet. "Oh, oh, by the way, you were tormented by nails and needles a couple of days ago, so you haven't been able to get hard. So, where's your balls?" Wu Xiaohan said, gently tapping Wei Qi's balls with the tip of her shoe. Wei Qi immediately shrank back in pain and said, "Ever since my eggs were nailed in that time, they've been hurting ever since...... They still hurt now." Wu Xiaohan said, "Do you know?" Your penis and balls haven't fully healed yet. If I step on you again, the wounds on your corpora cavernosa and testicles will be torn open and never heal, and you'll be completely ruined...... "That's what ...... So, Master, can you ...... gentler...... Wei Qi knew he couldn't escape the stepping and could only beg Wu Xiaohan to step gently. "Little dog, do you know why the owner wears shoes with high heels? "No… I don’t know." "Of course it’s to put all the weight on the hard, thin heel and stomp on you properly. Heehee." "Oh…" Wei Qi knew that no matter what he said, it was useless. Wu Xiaohan then asked cutely again, "Do you know why the master wears shoes that completely cover everything below the ankle?" "W-Why?" "Of course it’s to prevent your dirty blood from splashing on the master’s feet, haha." Wei Qi stopped speaking. He knew that in the eyes of this little demon girl, he was just a sacrifice today. Wu Xiaohan then lightly pressed the heel of her shoe onto Wei Qi’s penis. Wei Qi cried out in pain immediately. Wu Xiaohan gently said, "What’s wrong? Just hurt? We’ve just begun." She lifted her foot and stomped heavily on Wei Qi’s glans with her heel. Wei Qi screamed in agony, instinctively trying to cover his genitals with his hands. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot again, precisely striking the left testicle that Wei Qi hadn’t covered with his hand with the sole of her shoe. Wei Qi trembled all over from the pain, holding his genitals tightly with both hands, begging, "Master, it hurts… my balls… it hurts so much…" Wu Xiaohan said, "Don’t be anxious, your balls aren’t broken yet…" Then she forcefully stomped the heel on the spot of Wei Qi’s right testicle. The sole of the shoe heavily stepped on Wei Qi’s hand—his testicles were still under heavy pressure, but because there was a hand in the way, it didn’t hurt as much as a direct stomp. But the pain in his hand made him lift it involuntarily. Wu Xiaohan stomped on his left testicle again. Wei Qi hurriedly tried to block it with his hand—Wu Xiaohan's foot heavily pressed down on the back of Wei Qi's hand, but his testicle still couldn’t avoid the pain, hurt by his own hand. Wu Xiaohan said in an unangry tone, 'You like having me step on your hands so much? Well, fine.' She got down from the small table, took the familiar nails and hammer, and ordered Wei Qi to place his hand on the edge of the small table. This time, the female demon did not drive the nail through the thin part between his thumb and index finger, but directly aimed the nail at the center of Wei Qi's palm, between the two bones. She picked up the hammer and struck down hard. With a heart-wrenching scream from Wei Qi, the nail pierced his palm. She hammered a few more times, despite Wei Qi’s convulsions and wails, driving the nail through his palm and into the table. Wu Xiaohan placed a nail above his other hand. Wei Qi’s hand shook with fear. Wu Xiaohan said coldly, 'If you shake and the nail bends and breaks your bones, I won’t care.' Frightened, Wei Qi obediently stopped shaking. Wu Xiaohan immediately hammered down, striking several times, and amidst Wei Qi’s heart-wrenching screams, drove the nail through his palm, firmly fixing it to the table. The female demon, satisfied, put down the hammer and stood up, seemingly reverting to a gentle and kind princess in an instant. But she soon stood back on the cockbox, lightly placing her heel on Wei Qi’s fingers, and in her soft and melodious voice said, 'You like me stepping on your fingers so much, now I can properly satisfy you.' Wei Qi didn’t have time to say anything before Wu Xiaohan jumped up and stomped on Wei Qi’s fingers with her heel. Wu Xiaohan jumped several more times, crushing Wei Qi’s pitiful fingers, and he began to groan. “Stomping fingers is boring; it’s more fun to stomp on your useless flesh.” Wu Xiaohan jumped, and her heel heavily struck Wei Qi’s glans. This time, Wei Qi could no longer shield himself with his hands and had to endure Wu Xiaohan continuously jumping and stepping on his glans, which had not yet healed from a previous burn by a candle, causing it to start bleeding. Wei Qi kept screaming—in these many days, Wu Xiaohan had long become numb to his cries. She skillfully moved the point of her heel’s stomps all over his penis. Poor Wei Qi kept begging: “Please, master, let me go… it hurts too much… my penis is completely destroyed…” Wu Xiaohan finally stopped her continuous jumping. Before Wei Qi could even recover, she jumped high again and struck his glans with even greater force than before. The heel hit the wooden floor, producing a heavy thudding sound. Blood from his glans poured out quickly, soaking half of the tabletop. Wei Qi’s screams had nearly made his throat hoarse. Wu Xiaohan jumped high once more—this time her heel forcefully struck the base of Wei Qi’s penis. Intense collision sounds were still accompanied by screams, and finally, Wei Qi’s tears burst forth like blood. “Useless thing, crying already? It’s okay, today there will be plenty more chances for you to cry again.” Wu Xiaohan stopped jumping and started repeatedly stomping with the sole of her shoe on Wei Qi’s severely deformed testicles. Wei Qi cried out in a grimace: "It hurts...... Master...... "I really can't take it anymore...... as he struggled to escape from under the cockbox. Then the whole cockbox started to shake, and Wu Xiaohan staggered a little. Wu Xiaohan's body grew more and more excited, and her voice became more domineering: "Beast, how dare you move? Aren't you afraid Master will fall? Hold it in place!" Wei Qi obediently stopped moving, crying out: "Really...... I can't take it anymore...... It hurts too much...... "Can't take it anymore?" Wu Xiaohan sneered and said, "That's not enough?" Come, let me show you what pain really means. "She said as she jumped up, her heels landing squarely on Wei Qi's testicles on both sides. With a dull thud as his heel hit his testicles, Wei Qi convulsed in pain, and even his pinned hand instinctively lifted upward. The force with which his right hand was lifting was so strong that the nail head sank into his palm, embedding itself into his flesh. Above his palm, only a wound was left bleeding. Wei Qi convulsed all over for several seconds before speaking, "It hurts...... Before she could finish speaking, Wu Xiaohan jumped up again, cruelly smashing two already battered testicles with the heels on both sides of her shoe once more. "Ah......" Wei Qi screamed in pain, convulsing, "The balls are broken...... They really broke." Only then did the female demon stop, bend down, and gently touch Wei Qi's testicles on both sides with her fingers, then said, "Break what?" The left testicle was just badly swollen, and the right testicle was just slightly cracked....... But it's okay. If you want your testicles to be ruined, let Master use your heel to help you squeeze out the crack and squeeze out everything inside your testicles, okay?" Wei Qi squeezed out through rapid breathing and intermittent sobbing: "Don't ...... Please, Master...... "Let me go......" Wu Xiaohan stood up and began to crush Wei Qi's testicles with the soles of her shoes. Wei Qi's crying and screaming shifted from pain to despair. He knew that under the feet of this adorable female demon, his testicles could not be kept this time...... "You little filthy dog, beg me, please crush your testicles and crush them completely." "No...... Master, don't ......." "If you beg me, I'll consider keeping the unbroken testicles on your left." "If you don't beg me, then don't want either of your balls." Wei Qi's crying voice grew more aggrieved: "Master...... Please......" "Beg me for what? Crush both of your balls completely?" "Even with such vicious words, Wu Xiaohan's voice remained sweet." Please, just step on my testicles, leave one for me, okay? "You're really something. Your dick can't get hard anymore, why keep your balls?" "I ......," Wei Qi said, not knowing how to explain. Alright, alright, I'll listen to you. Master, just crush your right testicles. "Mm......" Wei Qi knew he couldn't get any better terms. Wu Xiaohan pressed his heel against Wei Qi's testicles, weighing down his entire body. Wei Qi could only cry out, watching Wu Xiaohan's beautiful pink high heels completely destroy his most precious organ. When Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot again, Wei Qi's testicles indeed looked flatter and smaller. She seemed unsatisfied, pressing the sole of her shoe hard again on one of Wei Qi's testicles, gently twisting it. As Wei Qi's desperate cries gradually faded, Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot again and launched a new round of attacks on his penis with her heel. Under Wu Xiaohan's stormy assault, blood soon began to seep from below, spray from the urethral opening, and overflow from the surface—until his penis was completely turned into a bloody, mangled puddle. Wei Qi's sweat and tears mixed continuously onto the cockbox, leaving rings of light color in the pools of blood. His screams fluctuated loudly, sometimes softer, until they gradually dried up. Wu Xiaohan's pink ankle boots were already stained with crimson blood—the soles were stained crimson with blood. Even the cute little lace on the platform was half stained red. Seeing Wei Qi's head droop to the side, looking utterly exhausted, she finally got down from the cockbox satisfied. She took the pliers to pull the nail out of Wei Qi's palm. The nail in her left hand was fine, but pulling it out was accompanied by familiar sharp pain and bleeding. Her right hand was in trouble—Wei Qi struggled and raised his hand, causing the nail head to completely sink into the flesh of his palm. Seeing she couldn't use pliers to pull out the nail, Wu Xiaohan said, "Since that's the case, just lift it a bit harder and pull the nail head out from the other side." Wei Qi really couldn't bring himself to do that, so he ignored his right palm and instead used his left hand to pull his lower body out of the hole. Unfortunately, his lower body was swollen and deformed, and it could no longer be removed. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan was really at a loss and had no choice but to carefully use a file to enlarge the hole so that Wei Qi's shattered lower body could be freed from the cockbox. At this time, a nail was still pinning Wei Qi's right hand to the tabletop. Wei Qi was unable to pull forcefully, so Wu Xiaohan had him lie on his side and close his eyes. She held Wei Qi's hand while I suddenly pulled the tabletop apart, ripping his hand directly off the nail. I had no better idea, so I had to do as instructed. Finally, the head of the nail pierced through the other side of Wei Qi's right hand. The nail stayed in the wood, but Wei Qi's hand was finally freed—although the nail head left a large hole in his hand, causing blood to flow uncontrollably. Wei Qi lay on the ground, wrapping his hands in bandages to stop the bleeding. I held gauze and bandages to stop the bleeding from his poor lower body. Half an hour later, we finally dared to release the pressure on the wounds. Wei Qi extremely painstakingly climbed up from a lying position and crawled on his knees to the bathroom—each knee inched forward with pain that felt like Wu Xiaohan had stepped on it again. It took him a long time to reach the bathroom, and then he washed the blood off his body, only to realize that his penis was really deformed and ruined—covered with twisted swelling and open wounds, shaped like a lumpy, twisted ball. His left testicle was swollen and twisted beyond recognition. The most tragic part was the right testicle—that testicle had really been reduced to a remnant about half its original size—and it long since lost the elasticity a testicle should have, feeling just like a lump of minced meat. He fell to the bathroom floor in pain, covering his lower body with both hands, motionless. Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa waiting for half an hour, and seeing that Wei Qi still hadn’t come out of the bathroom, she finally called to him, telling him to crawl out to the balcony. When Wei Qi crawled out of the bathroom, he was still sweating heavily—probably due to the pain. As he knelt and crawled, he dared only to move his knees slightly, and with every few movements, the pain made him lie down and rest for a moment. By the time he finally reached the balcony, Wu Xiaohan, who had been waiting there, stepped on his head with her foot and said, “These shoes are covered in your blood. I can’t wear them out. Take them off yourself and slowly lick them clean. As for me, I’m going downstairs for a walk.” Wei Qi struggled to use his mouth to remove Wu Xiaohan’s beautiful pink leather boots. The exquisite white hollow-out socks on her feet were now right before my eyes. The socks tightly wrapped Wu Xiaohan’s delicate feet, flaunting the graceful curves of her arches without holding anything back; the hollowed-out parts revealed her white, smooth insteps, captivating and tantalizing; the toe area had no cutouts, completely hiding her slender toes that would make one desire wrongdoing at a glance; the entire pair of brand-new socks was snow-white and neatly arranged, perfectly matching her superb feet; the pure white lace edges at the top were like the finishing touch, making Wu Xiaohan appear as an angel descended to the human world. When I was staring in a daze, Wu Xiaohan's voice interrupted me: 'I'm going downstairs to take a walk in the courtyard. Of course, I don't plan to wear shoes. I want to get my beautiful socks dirty and then come back to feed you. You can watch from the windowsill as I dirty my socks little by little.' So Wu Xiaohan went downstairs to the courtyard wearing only her socks. Wei Qi weakly crawled to the window, watching Wu Xiaohan stroll slowly in the yard like a little princess. I looked at Wei Qi, who was lying by the window, and asked him, 'How is it? Does it still hurt?' 'Hmm... it hurts so much I feel like vomiting,' Wei Qi said, his voice still trembling, his expression still pained and grimacing. 'Your balls are really destroyed, right? What are you going to do for the rest of your life?' 'I don't know... I really didn't expect this. Now I’m really ruined...' 'Why didn’t you stop halfway?' 'I didn’t know how to bring it up. And when I was looking at her, I really couldn’t bear to refuse her...' 'Sigh. What if she comes back and is even harsher to you?' 'I don't know. Maybe I can only endure it. Anyway, it’s already like this...' 'For an M to go this far, it’s really extreme.' 'Yeah. I just didn't expect that at such a young age, it would be the end of me.' 'But now, when I look downstairs, I all feel that Senior Xiaohan is really too beautiful. I can’t help but want to crawl in front of her.' 'She is my mistress. You... are not allowed to take her.' When saying this, Wei Qi's voice was very weak, without a trace of dominance. 'Cough, how could I compete with you? This time I was originally just here to film anyway.' "‘Then yesterday you even let her give you a footjob...’ ‘That was Wu Xiaohan volunteering, I swear to God.’ ‘But you still enjoyed it and came, didn’t you?’ ‘Okay, I really like Wu Xiaohan’s feet, but I’m not a masochist like you. I’m afraid of pain. I honestly can’t understand why you like painful things so much.’ ‘I do like pain, but it’s only the normal kind on my lower body that gives me pleasure. Extreme pain, like what we’ve been doing these days, is pure torture. But... after the pain is over and you recover, it feels amazing.’ ‘You’re hopeless, Wei Qi. Truly hopeless.’ Talking to me seemed to sap the already overextended energy of Wei Qi, intensifying his suffering. He lowered his head and quietly licked clean the short boots that Wu Xiaohan had made him lick. After more than ten minutes, Wu Xiaohan came upstairs. Her once snow-white, spotless cotton socks were indeed very dirty now. The soles were completely black, and the tips even had some mud. But the lace above the ankle was still pure white. Such dirty socks seemed to make one even more tempted to lick them. Clean socks from a goddess make one unable to bear to sully them with one’s mouth, while licking already dirty socks can create a tangible illusion of helping to clean them for the goddess. Sure enough, she held her cotton socks to Wei Qi’s mouth and asked him, ‘Do you want it?’ ‘Yes.’ Wei Qi could not resist such adorably dirty socks. ‘I knew it, you worthless dog, you just like socks this dirty. Here, today your mistress rewards you—go ahead, lick.’ Dry your tongue before licking, but don't let saliva get on your master's feet." Wei Qi stuck out his tongue and gently licked Wu Xiaohan's filthy, darkened sock sole. This was the first time he could directly lick Wu Xiaohan's socks still on his feet—or rather, through the socks, he was licking Wu Xiaohan's feet. The happiness and intoxication on his face proved that the allure of Wu Xiaohan's sock soles had temporarily freed him from the pain. He must have thought he was the happiest person in the world—his tongue could finally press against the goddess's breathtakingly beautiful arch curve, finally touch the slight gap between her toes, and finally feel the warmth of her feet. He was so cautious, not daring to put his tongue in his mouth for even a moment, afraid that his own saliva might get on his master's foot. After licking Wu Xiaohan's socks and toes for quite a while, Wu Xiaohan ordered, "Take off your socks and put them in your mouth." Wei Qi happily held the lace edge at the top of the sock, took it off, and then put it in his mouth. Wu Xiaohan's feet appeared before us again—the tops were flawless, the toes tender and dripping, and no matter how many times we'd seen them, we couldn't look away.

[^fn13]: The high-heeled ankle boots that Wu Xiaohan was wearing at the time. [^fn14]: The socks that Wu Xiaohan was wearing at the time.

July 23, Sunday - noon

After Wei Qi was satisfied, it was natural that he would have to endure extreme pain as a consequence. Wu Xiaohan put on her slippers, picked up the pink high-heeled ankle boots that Wei Qi had licked clean, and walked into the training room, taking out a 6G piercing needle. Wei Qi followed her slowly, and it took over a minute for him to get inside. As soon as he entered, he saw the piercing needle in his mistress's hand and immediately felt terrified, not knowing which part would suffer next. Wu Xiaohan slowly removed the thin pink laces from her boots and said to Wei Qi, 'Your mistress wants you to keep her socks in your mouth all day long, and don't spit them out. Therefore, your mistress will kindly help you sew your lips shut.' Wei Qi realized his impending misfortune and obediently lay down to receive punishment. Wu Xiaohan used a piercing clamp to firmly grip the far right side of Wei Qi's lower lip, then pierced his lower lip with the piercing needle. The thick, frightening needle drove sharply into the tender flesh of his lips. Wei Qi cried out in pain—but with the sock still tightly in his mouth, all that came out was a loud, muffled whining. From the last lesson, he knew he could never secretly spit out the sock in his mouth. The piercing needle was really thick, and Wu Xiaohan used considerable force to push it through, finally piercing all the way through his lip. Wei Qi's entire face contorted—whether from the force ripped by Wu Xiaohan's hands or from the intense pain tensing his muscles, he couldn't tell. His lips were naturally not thick, and the rough needle made his lips deform as it went through. Ignoring the trembling Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan took her pink lace and threaded it directly through the piercing needle. Then she removed the piercing needle, leaving her shoelace still threaded through Wei Qi's bleeding lips. She seemed completely unconcerned that her unsterilized shoelace might infect Wei Qi's wound, and instead scolded him: 'You useless thing, bleeding all the time, and you've dirtied your master's shoelaces again.' After saying this, Wu Xiaohan casually picked up the piercing pliers and clamped Wei Qi's upper lip. In the gaze of Wei Qi filled with pain, pleading, despair, and panic, Wu Xiaohan pierced his lip with the needle once again. The second needle quickly went through Wei Qi's upper lip. Wu Xiaohan picked up the end of the shoelace that had previously gone through his lower lip, threaded it through this new piercing, and then removed the needle. This time, a little more blood came out; she wiped the blood from Wei Qi's lips with a cotton ball and pressed on the wound for a while, trying to stop the bleeding. Wu Xiaohan started piercing the second pair of holes in the same way—the position is just a little to the left of the pair that already had the shoelace threaded through. She also threaded the shoelace already in his lips through these two holes. From the right side of the lips to the far left, she continued to pierce almost evenly spaced third, fourth, fifth, and sixth pairs of holes in succession. After a total of twelve punctures, Wu Xiaohan finally finished creating six pairs of holes with shoelaces on Wei Qi's lips. Wei Qi, already in near exhaustion from the pain, lay helplessly on the ground, the shoelaces threaded through several pairs of holes in his mouth, fastening his two lips together in a standard shoelace pattern. However, her pink shoelace had already been completely stained bright red with blood. Wu Xiaohan also pulled on the remaining shoelace after finishing the leftmost pair of holes, tightening it even more. Wei Qi's lips were twisted painfully, and he whimpered incessantly. Finally, Wu Xiaohan grabbed the two ends of the remaining shoelace and tied a tight knot. Now, Wei Qi's mouth was firmly bound by the shoelace, unable to open even a tiny slit. With the leftover shoelace, Wu Xiaohan made a beautiful big bow. "So cute!" Wu Xiaohan admired her work and exclaimed, "Your mouth really has a talent for being a shoe. Look, it holds a sock inside and the opening is tied with a shoelace—it's just a pity you'll never be qualified to hold my foot in your mouth." Wu Xiaohan guided Wei Qi to climb onto the bed that only had bed boards and lie down carefully. Wei Qi climbed up cautiously—the two large iron balls on his feet were tugging at the padlocks piercing the flesh of his soles, almost tearing the flesh from his feet. Wu Xiaohan brought some rope and firmly tied Wei Qi's hands and feet to the bed. Now, Wei Qi could not move at all and had to endure whatever Wu Xiaohan did. Even his mouth was blocked, leaving no chance to plead. After tying up Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan took out a pair of terrifying iron hooks from the cabinet; the hooks were large and thick, looking like those used to hang cured meat, with sharp points glinting coldly, promising much pain for Wei Qi. She set the hooks aside, and with her delicate jade-like hands, she gently caressed Wei Qi's damaged and deformed penis. Wei Qi moaned with pleasure a few times. Wu Xiaohan played for a while, and seeing Wei Qi still barely erect, she pretended to sigh regretfully, saying, "Sigh. If it could get hard, it could still be played with. Since it can't, then let's just play until it's ruined." Wei Qi heard this and let out two whimpering sounds, as if he wanted to say something. But it no longer mattered. Wu Xiaohan held Wei Qi's glans in one hand, and with the other hand, she picked up the hook and pressed it steadily. The left side of the glans was pierced by the thick stainless steel tip of the hook. Even though it was already full of scars, it still felt intense pain. Wei Qi twisted his body and whimpered. The hook was probably too thick; Wu Xiaohan exerted a lot of force, almost tearing Wei Qi's penis apart, yet she still couldn't pierce the hook through—it only brought more futile pain to Wei Qi. Wei Qi struggled frantically, almost causing the bed frame to break. Wu Xiaohan had to ask me for help: she pinched Wei Qi's glans, and I pushed the hook with force, finally piercing the glans from one side to the other. After placing a similarly large iron hook through the right side of the glans, Wu Xiaohan tied the ropes to the ends of both iron hooks away from the tips, then attached the ropes to the hooks prepared on the ceiling. Ignoring Wei Qi's pain, she tightened the ropes more and more, stretching Wei Qi’s penis long and thin. Wei Qi, in pain, tried to lift his hips to reduce the pulling on his penis, but Wu Xiaohan tightened the ropes even further—forcing Wei Qi to lift his hips at all times while enduring the extreme pain of being pulled. She finally secured the length of the ropes and lightly caressed Wei Qi’s penis, stretched to its limit, saying, 'Ah, this tiny broken thing, it can actually be stretched so long? Even when you used to be hard, it probably never got this long, right?' Wu Xiaohan gently teased the tip of Wei Qi's glans with her fingers—but it had long been burned, completely numb. The stretching force made Wei Qi moan in pain. With his mouth blocked, he couldn't say a word, yet he was already sweating all over from the pain, his muscles tense. Wu Xiaohan took a square machine from the cabinet. On it were three characters: 'Electroacupuncture Device'[^fn16]. Wu Xiaohan said, "This thing is used for electrotherapy. But when used for therapy, special acupoints are chosen, and the voltage is never turned to the maximum, so it doesn’t hurt much. But if the voltage is turned to the maximum and applied to your sensitive area, the pain is unbearable for ordinary people." "But, my little slave is not ordinary, right?" she said, stroking Wei Qi's face. "My little slave is the best; for his master, he is willing to endure anything." Although I shuddered at Wu Xiaohan's description, seeing her innocent expression, her delicate face, and fragile posture, Wei Qi just nodded lightly. Wu Xiaohan attached the positive and negative electrodes to the two iron hooks passing through the glans, so that the current would pass directly through Wei Qi’s glans, and then turned the knob to power it on. At first, the voltage was still at the lowest level. She looked at Wei Qi and slowly increased the voltage by turning the knob. At first, Wei Qi somewhat enjoyed the stimulation from the electricity, but soon, his expression turned to pain, his cries grew louder, and he began to twitch uncontrollably. Wu Xiaohan steadfastly continued to raise the voltage. Wei Qi's voice trembled as he started to struggle violently. Every muscle in his body began to tense up, and the veins on his face, hands, and feet stood out. Wu Xiaohan turned the voltage to the maximum, then resolutely let go of her hand. Wei Qi's struggling became more intense than ever; his limbs flailed uncontrollably, only restrained by the ropes. Although his mouth was gagged, his muffled cries were already loud enough to be uncomfortable to hear. This must be the kind of extreme pain that can't be endured even for a second. Wei Qi was writhing in unbearable agony, yet it seemed to stir not a trace of emotion in the female demon’s heart. She just stood there restrainedly, as if nothing at all had happened. Wei Qi's suffering intensified. His entire body twitched violently, even his cheeks convulsed. The muscles in his waist tensed, his whole body arched off the bed, leaving only his hands and feet tied to the board. His heart-wrenching screams were no longer continuous; every few seconds he let out a loud wail, straining his throat until hoarse, then after a few seconds, moaned deeply before screaming again. Wu Xiaohan leaned forward gently, face-to-face with Wei Qi. She asked him, 'Do you like it?' Wei Qi shook his head desperately. The intense spasms made the bed quake, and the rhythm of his trembling grew faster and faster. Wu Xiaohan said, 'Then you have to enjoy it properly. I think I said in the morning that the shock would last 12 minutes. Of course, since you’re too noisy, I don’t want to listen here anymore; I’m going to the kitchen to prepare some afternoon tea to have with Xu Yangdong. We’ll come back after we finish eating, maybe in half an hour. Sorry for the inconvenience.' Wu Xiaohan got up and left the training room. I stood frozen in the training room, staring at Wei Qi, who looked worse than dead, too scared to know what to do. I exchanged a glance with Wei Qi. His eyes clearly pleaded for my help—hoping I would stop the electric shocks and let him go. Wu Xiaohan noticed I hadn't come out and shouted to me from the living room, 'Come out, Xu Yangdong, stop listening to that bitch scream. Your eardrums are going to break.' I was about to get up. Wei Qi's pleading eyes grew even more desperate—as if he would really die the next second if I didn't act. I hesitated, but then I heard Wu Xiaohan's angelic voice calling me, 'Come on, Xu Yangdong, I prepared little cakes for you.' I had no choice but to get up and leave. Wu Xiaohan, wearing a pretty little dress, stood in the living room watching me. As soon as I stepped out, she shouted again, 'Close the door, he's screaming too loudly.' I complied. In the last moment before the door closed tightly, I looked inside and saw the endless panic and despair in Wei Qi's eyes. Wu Xiaohan indeed took out two small cakes from the fridge and made a cup of tea. But I couldn't enjoy them at all—the continuous miserable screaming of Wei Qi still came from behind the door. I couldn't imagine how desperate Wei Qi must feel right now. I took a few bites of the cake and tentatively asked Wu Xiaohan, 'How about... just letting Wei Qi go? Listening to his screams is really pitiful.' Wu Xiaohan smiled at me and said, 'You feel so sorry for him, huh?' 'I... I just think he's really too miserable.' 'Eat your cake. I'll let him go naturally later.' 'Senior Xiaohan... let's release Wei Qi first. He really can't bear it.' Wu Xiaohan ignored me and continued eating her cake. Wei Qi's screams seemed to gradually become quieter, but also increasingly hoarse. I remained constantly uneasy, even reminding Wu Xiaohan, 'The twelve minutes should be almost up, right?' This long period of time was, for me, almost as torturous. Finally, Wu Xiaohan got up and walked into the training room. As soon as the door of the training room opened, his trembling screams hit my eardrums directly. The sound was still so heart-wrenching, but the volume seemed slightly lower than at the beginning. Wei Qi's eyes were opened to their fullest, bloodshot red; his gaze, however, was completely vacant, lifeless. His face was red as if scalded with boiling water, and his hair was completely soaked with sweat, looking as if he had just washed his hair. His body was still convulsing nonstop, but not as violently as before. The places where his hands and feet were bound were already rubbed raw and bleeding. Wu Xiaohan walked up to Wei Qi, lifted his foot in slippers, and pressed straight onto Wei Qi’s convulsing neck. Upon seeing Wu Xiaohan, Wei Qi’s eyes finally came to life; with an indescribably wronged look, he pleaded with Wu Xiaohan to stop the electric shock. He knew that as long as Wu Xiaohan was willing, the power could be cut off immediately; likewise, if Wu Xiaohan wanted, he could continue to shock him for a day and a night, until he died suddenly, and no one could stop it. Wu Xiaohan finally showed mercy this once, reaching out and directly turning off the power. Wei Qi was like an electric toy; the moment the power was cut off, the convulsions stopped instantly, and all his muscles relaxed immediately, collapsing. But as his body went limp, the tearing force of the iron hook suddenly intensified, and after a painful scream, he had no choice but to arch his waist with force again. Wu Xiaohan gently climbed onto the bed, facing Wei Qi's head, and straddled him directly. She untied the bow on Wei Qi's shoelace and carefully untied the knot beneath it. Finally, she slowly pulled the shoelace out of Wei Qi's lips. The blood on the shoelace had dried before, so it was a bit stiff. Wu Xiaohan forcefully pulled down the knotted shoelace, causing Wei Qi pain once again. With his moans, blood gushed from the twelve holes, flowing into his mouth, his face, and even onto the bed board. Wu Xiaohan told me to press a tissue on Wei Qi's mouth to stop the bleeding. She walked out of the training room herself. I pressed the tissue down on Wei Qi's lips—Wei Qi's mouth was still wearing Wu Xiaohan's sweet, stunningly dirty cotton socks. When Wu Xiaohan returned, she was already wearing a pair of gray-white velvet tights with beige patterns on the socks. On her feet, she wore beige high heels—thin straps secured Wu Xiaohan's delicate feet in place, and the toe of the heels had a bow decoration. She was still wearing the same lo skirt from before—perfectly matched with the new shoes and socks. Seeing this sweet and adorable little princess, I knew Wei Qi was finished. Now, even if Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to castrate herself, Wei Qi definitely wouldn't want to refuse. She told me not to press Wei Qi's lips anymore, to spit out the dirty socks from his mouth. Then she asked Wei Qi, "How is it?" Does being electrocuted feel good? "Wei Qi just shook his head blankly." What's wrong? Can't speak anymore? "Wu Xiaohan asked again. "It hurts so much... I... don't want... electricity..." Wei Qi spoke incoherently. "Then... Master, should I continue to shock you?" Wei Qi didn’t respond. Wu Xiaohan first brought a can of Red Bull, opened it, and fed it to Wei Qi. After he drank it, she said, 'Just replenish some strength. You'll be worse off in a moment.' Once Wei Qi finished drinking, Wu Xiaohan turned on the electric shock switch again. This time, she kept the voltage low and did not rush to increase it. The faint electric shock was not painful; instead, it gave Wei Qi a somewhat pleasurable sensation, easing the previous pain. Wu Xiaohan took a manual nail gun from the cabinet, turned her back to Wei Qi’s head, and straddled him. I could see she was going to use the nail gun to shoot nails into Wei Qi’s lower body. Sure enough, she pressed the nail gun against Wei Qi’s stretched-out penis. Each time she pressed her finger, a U-shaped nail was firmly shot into the already non-functional corpus cavernosum of Wei Qi. Every nail shot in caused Wei Qi to moan in pain and twitch his legs. Even after enduring so much torment, the successive nails caused Wei Qi pain that was somewhat unbearable, making him struggle. Facing this futile struggle, Wu Xiaohan seated him firmly and slightly increased the voltage of the electric shock. Wei Qi’s body began to tremble from the electricity. Wu Xiaohan ignored him and continued handling the nail gun. Once there were more than twenty nails in Wei Qi’s damaged penis, he suddenly said, 'Ma... Master... I’m... about to cum.' 'You can still cum? Not completely ruined?' 'I don’t know... I feel... about to cum...' 'You’re not even hard, and cumming like this?' 'Bu... maybe it’s the electricity...' 'Not allowed to cum.' You haven't ejaculated in four months, and today you have to hold back too." "Master...... Master...... I really can't hold back...... Wu Xiaohan placed her hand on the shock switch: "If you dare to come, I'll turn the electric to maximum. You keep going until dawn." But physical instincts are beyond Wei Qi's control. Wei Qi held out for a few seconds, then ejaculated milky white semen from his stretched, weak penis. Maybe because he wasn't erect, the amount wasn't high, but the amount was quite large, spraying all over the bed board. "You pervert, you actually dare to cum!" After cursing, Wu Xiaohan did as she said and immediately turned the electric load to maximum. Wei Qi let out a sharp scream, his voice hoarse from shouting. Having just experienced his first orgasm in over four months, Wei Qi fell straight into an abyss of extreme pain. Because he had just ejaculated, nothing at this moment brought any pleasure to Wei Qi, only pain. Wei Qi kept screaming in agony, his piercing voice sending chills down one's spine. Wu Xiaohan sat on top of him, but seemed to be aroused by Wei Qi's screams, feeling very excited. She grabbed a manual nail gun and began nailing the nail into Wei Qi's thigh. The crisp sound of each shot from the nail gun made Wu Xiaohan hum contentedly—a sound that seemed to indicate that Wu Xiaohan had entered a state of sexual arousal. On the other hand, Wei Qi was being tormented by the immense pain of the electric shocks and seemed to have lost all sensation from the nails driven into his legs. Poor Wei Qi was still being tortured by inhuman electric shocks. With a hoarse voice, he painfully shouted, 'Master… I can't… please… do whatever you want… just spare me…' Hearing the pleas from behind him, Wu Xiaohan asked, 'Really, do whatever I want?' 'Mm.' 'Then do you want me to electrocute you?' 'Can… maybe do… something else…?' 'I want to electrocute you, electrocute you until morning, you little bitch…' Wu Xiaohan stood up and, following the rhythm of Wei Qi's screams, began to step on his body. Her exquisite dress and pantyhose looked even more beautiful with her agile movements, and I could hardly take my eyes off her. She started bouncing on Wei Qi's convulsing body, trampling his stomach with her heels. Each time the heel sank into Wei Qi's belly, leaving red marks. Wei Qi was tightly bound, so Wu Xiaohan didn't have to worry about him moving and falling on her, allowing her to stomp with great abandon. I couldn't tell whether Wei Qi's screams and struggles were entirely from the electric shocks or partly due to her stomping. Ignoring the increasingly pained yet weakening cries, Wu Xiaohan stomped on his thighs, which were filled with staples. Soon, a lot of blood also flowed from Wei Qi's thighs. She even jumped and landed on his thighs again, bending the staples with her heels and tearing his flesh. The cute little princess stomped like this for more than ten minutes before sitting down facing Wei Qi. Wei Qi, soaked in sweat, face red all over, blue veins bulging on his head, looked as if his head was about to explode at any moment. Wu Xiaohan asked him, 'Do you still want to continue the electric shocks?' Wei Qi weakly shook his head. "Today, I can't turn off the shock switch, nor can I take the hook off your cock. If you want to be free, the only way is to cut my cock off your body. That way, you won't feel any pain anymore." "No...... "Don't ......" Wei Qi replied painfully while moaning, "I...... I don't want to ...... "...... castrated Wu Xiaohan said, "You said you didn't want it yourself. If you want to be cut again later, you'll have to beg me." She turned to face away from Wei Qi, then took a manual nail gun and kept hammering it into his perineum. With each nail, Wei Qi's muscles instinctively trembled in response, but his mind seemed completely unresponsive to the nail shooting. The female demon looked at the man beneath her, dying from pain, and became even more excited as she tormented him with the nail gun. Wei Qi's muscle reflexes made his legs twitch with each nail—even though he kept convulsing from the electric shocks, the extra jerks with each nail's shot were still obvious. This twitching was clearly exactly the feedback Wu Xiaohan wanted; she moaned wildly while shooting into the nail shaft. Wei Qi finally couldn't take it anymore; this pain was more terrifying than death. He would rather accept anything else than endure the shock any longer. So he begged, 'Please, master... let me... be freed... If you want to cut, then cut.' Wu Xiaohan didn't even turn her head, but she was excited and somewhat incoherent: 'You have to... beg me, only then... will I agree.' ""Please...... Master...... Cut ...... Cut ...... My ...... Dick ...... Let me ...... Let me ...... Don't ...... Electric ......" Wei Qi struggled to utter these words. Wu Xiaohan was in high spirits, just continuing to play with the nail gun, and casually replied, "Beg me properly." Be serious. "Please...... Master...... Have mercy...... Cut off ...... My ...... Dick. I want Master to ...... Cut off ...... I'm useless...... Rotten dick. Just now...... It was me...... Not knowing how to show mercy...... Please...... Master...... Forgive me...... Hurry ...... Cut me ......" Wu Xiaohan, a bit reluctant, climbed down from Wei Qi, found a utility knife from the cabinet, and waved it in front of Wei Qi's eyes: "Are you sure?" "I...... I'm sure...... Master...... Cut my dick." "Then...... Master, I'll reluctantly satisfy you. As she spoke, she turned her back to Wei Qi's head and straddled him. She tightly tied the rope around the base of Wei Qi's penis to control the bleeding, but added, "But before that, I have to play ......with it first." As she spoke, she used the knife to carve forcefully into Wei Qi's already indistinguishable glans. The tip of the knife deeply sliced into Wei Qi's flesh. Soon, Wei Qi's glans was covered with deep, crisscrossing knife marks, like a cut waist flower. Blood also poured mercilessly from the cuts on the glans. Every cut made Wei Qi unable to help tightening the muscles of his lower body and scream in agony. Wu Xiaohan became increasingly excited, her breathing growing rapid. But Wei Qi still hadn't gotten the relief he wanted. He pleaded, "Please...... Master...... Cut me off quickly...... Can't take it...... Can't take it anymore...... Wu Xiaohan replied nonchalantly, "Don't rush, let Master have some fun. It's the last time you've played with it, and you don't want to let Master have it? If Master has had it, Master might consider cutting only your glans and leaving the lower half of your cock for you." She pushed the tip of the knife into her urethra, then forcefully pulled the blade toward the front side of his penis, seemingly trying to cut Wei Qi's glans in half. Blood flowed uncontrollably, while Wei Qi was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back and foamed at the mouth. His body convulsed weaker and weaker, almost as if he were half-conscious. Finally, Wu Xiaohan placed the blade horizontally at the base of Wei Qi's glans, slightly above the coronal sulcus, and began to cut horizontally. She used the knife forcefully to try to cut off the glans. She didn't hold Wei Qi's lower body with her hand, but simply pulled the knife forcefully, letting the iron hook pull at his cock—the tearing of the hook and the cutting of the blade tip. This intense pain, unlike electric shocks or carvings, brought Wei Qi back to consciousness. The wound grew larger and larger, blood flowed more and more, and Wei Qi's screams nearly tore his throat apart. When Wei Qi's glans was only slightly connected to his penis, Wu Xiaohan stopped, dipped her finger into the blood flowing from Wei Qi, and brought it to his lips, saying, "It's almost cut off. Your dream is about to come true." She turned back and continued cutting—after a few more pulls with the knife, finally, the small piece of tissue still connected was severed, and most of Wei Qi's glans was completely cut off from his penis. Now, Wei Qi's bloody glans was still hanging in the air by two iron hooks with wires; Without the tip, his penis collapsed between his legs, hanging down. Blood was still flowing from the wound that had been cut in half at the front. While she asked me to use something to stop the bleeding, she herself stood up, took off half of Wei Qi's pantyhose, revealing her pink panties—her panties were soaked with her juices, even dripping down. It seemed Wu Xiaohan was truly enjoying herself. Wu Xiaohan pointed her butt at Wei Qi: "Good dog, Master is really surprised...... Seeing you truly offer your glans to Master, Master is truly moved. She continued, "Master is going to reward you as a reward. Stick your tongue into Master's anus and lick it. I know you've been thinking about it for a long time, haven't you?" Wei Qi, who had just escaped one pain and was still dying and living in another, nodded blankly. Without even thinking, being able to lick Wu Xiaohan's anus was truly a dream he had longed for. Moreover, at this moment, looking at Wu Xiaohan's smooth and beautiful body beneath her skirt, even a man who had been completely castrated would feel a strong sexual urge. Wei Qi completely surrendered to this sexual urge, sticking out his tongue and forcefully penetrating Wu Xiaohan's tender anus. The white, soft, flawless, beautiful buttocks before him made Wei Qi seem to forget the pain. He threw himself into it, kissing the delicate anus he had always been out of reach, letting his tongue roam all over Wu Xiaohan's anus. Wu Xiaohan's body was something Wei Qi would never dare to defile, not even dream of. He knew he wasn't worthy—even Wu Xiaohan's anus, he had no right to approach. Therefore, at this moment, he was paying homage to the eternal sacred place in his heart, filled with gratitude and surprise. Today, he was finally so lucky enough to lick inside Wu Xiaohan's body—probably the reward he had paid for his own sexual organ. So he cherished it even more. "Don't touch me even a little, or your tongue will end up just like your glans, understand?" "I know, Master. How could I dare to defile your body? Wu Xiaohan's tender pussy flooded into a sea just a few centimeters in front of him—if it were me, I would have been in unbearable pain just because I couldn't lick it. Even standing two meters away from the camera, I had to suppress the urge to lunge and lick Wu Xiaohan's tender jade entrance. But Wei Qi didn't seem to feel that pain. He probably already knew deep down that he would never be qualified to lick Wu Xiaohan's private parts; He even knew that daring to fantasize or fantasize about licking Wu Xiaohan's pussy was desecrating and desecrating his goddess. For him, being able to lick his goddess's anus was already an incredible reward, enough for him to be grateful and savor for a lifetime; any further desire would be an unforgivable betrayal. After licking for a while, Wu Xiaohan also gradually gained physical satisfaction. She really liked Wei Qi's service, panting excitedly and commanding in a moaning voice: "Slut, put it in and lick a bit," "Harder, little useless thing," "Harder...... If you keep it this gentle, I'll cut off your filthy tongue." I didn't expect Wu Xiaohan to enjoy it so much—if I only heard those few words, I'd think Wei Qi was licking Wu Xiaohan's vulva. Wei Qi tried hard to comply with Wu Xiaohan's command—in fact, he was exercising his own privilege. He seemed to have completely forgotten that just a few minutes ago, he had just lost his glans. Wei Qi lingered in Wu Xiaohan's anus for a long time, indulging in happiness for a long time. When Wu Xiaohan's arousal gradually faded, Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi, "You're licking so much my master is so eager to poop." "Little dog, do you want your master's gold?" He pulled his tongue out of Wu Xiaohan's anus and said, "Mm, thank you, Master." "This time, you have to make sure to catch it properly, don't get a little on the bed." So he boldly pressed his lips directly against Wu Xiaohan's anus, wrapping it tightly, letting Wu Xiaohan poop into his mouth. I couldn't see Wu Xiaohan's feces, but judging by the shape of Wei Qi's mouth, he had already eaten gold. To prevent the stool from spilling, Wu Xiaohan deliberately paused bowel movements, letting Wei Qi bite off the feces with his teeth and then eat the lower half first. Wei Qi contentedly savored the scent of his goddess, then swallowed it down. Wu Xiaohan continued to serve Wei Qi the feces, telling him to eat it well. "Sigh, the wound on your lips hasn't even healed yet. This wound will get infected, you know?" ”魏麒咽那截大便后回答：“不怕的主人，能被您身体里的细菌感染，我很幸福。”“你可真会说话。既然这样，那你就继续吃吧。”吴小涵把最后的整条粪便拉完后，却交待魏麒：“先不准吞下去，含在嘴里。” 她先自己把屁股擦干净，然后穿上湿透的内裤。她关上电击的开关，把魏麒那个几乎成了肉泥的龟头从两个铁钩上取了下来，命令魏麒张嘴，然后把龟头塞到了魏麒的嘴里。“你的龟头，在被割了以后，也只配和主人的大便在一起，知道吗？”魏麒点点头。他含着东西，没法说话。“细细地把你的龟头自己嚼碎，和主人的屎均匀地混在一起，好吗？”魏麒点点头，开始用力咀嚼起来。嚼了一会儿，他停下来了。“嚼完了？”魏麒点点头。“张嘴让我看看。”吴小涵看了看魏麒的嘴：“臭死了。好吧，咽下去吧。”魏麒开始努力吞咽，吴小涵很满足地看着他，告诉他：“从此，你就可以忘了你有过龟头这回事情了，它被你自己拌着主人的屎吃下去了，再也回不来了。”

[^fn15]: The effect of two iron hooks passing through the glans and stretching it; however, in the picture, the testicles are also pierced by the hooks, which Wu Xiaohan did not do. [^fn16]: Wu Xiaohan used an ordinary electric acupuncture device that can be bought domestically.

July 23, Sunday - Evening

After Wei Qi swallowed, Wu Xiaohan calmed down a bit, thoughtfully fetched some water to rinse Wei Qi's mouth; She even handed him a tissue to wipe his face and mouth again. "The owner will give you a reward, good dog. Do you want the master's underwear?" Wei Qi nodded repeatedly: "I want ......." "Look at you, you little pervert." Wu Xiaohan laughed as she still took off her own pantyhose, then her soaked panties, and finally put them back on gray tights. If that were the case, the base of her velvet pantycoons would be completely wet, showing a seductive "camel toe," full of sexual teasing. Then, she took the cute pink pair of lace-trimmed panties, took a bottle from the cabinet and sprayed some of the kind of aphrodisiac, and finally covered Wei Qi's face with it. With the goddess's pretty pink panties covering his face, Wei Qi got excited again. Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi, "Little dog, do you want to play face-sitting suffocation?" "Sure...... If you want, Master." "But your face is so dirty, your mouth is so dirty. What if you dirty your body?" "I don't know......" "Master, there's a way. Wait a moment......" Wu Xiaohan brought out a large transparent plastic bag and put it over Wei Qi's head. Wei Qi's panties were also slipped in. Then, she slowly spread her legs and sat on Wei Qi's face. Wei Qi watched with satisfaction as the goddess's crotch pressed against his face—even though separated by a transparent plastic bag, he was already quite satisfied. Wu Xiaohan straddled Wei Qi's face, while Wei Qi obediently stayed motionless beneath him. But after sitting for more than a minute, Wei Qi began to struggle. The goddess ignored the lecherous creature beneath her skirt. She kept sitting there until Wei Qi's muffled muffled moans grew louder and her body moved more and more intensely, then she lifted her hips. She asked Wei Qi, "Can't take it anymore?" Wei Qi's face flushed red, and he weakly replied, "Mm." ""But Master still wants to sit. I want to sit longer. Master also wants to see if you can also climax when you suffocate. I've heard many people do." "Oh...... Then...... Listen to Master. "But...... But I don't know how long it takes to sit like that. What if you can't take it and start struggling? "Wu Xiaohan asked in her sweet, innocent voice." It's okay, Master, don't pay attention to my struggles. Just keep sitting and you'll be fine. "If you keep sitting, you'll suffocate, idiot." Maybe it was the effect of Wu Xiaohan's aphrodisiac, but Wei Qi actually said, "Then Master, just sit and kill me. For a useless person like me, being able to die under your ass is already satisfying." "Really, you little slut? Do you really like Master's ass that much?" "Master, I'm already ruined...... Just being able to die for you would make me very satisfied. "I really didn't expect Wei Qi to willingly give up his own life to satisfy Wu Xiaohan. Perhaps this is the result of him being overcome by lust under the influence of aphrodisiac, but it still shocks me. Wu Xiaohan said: 'Oh my god, you really like Master that much. Are you sure?' "Mm...... As long as Master wants to ...... the enchanting princess nodded and said, "Then...... Alright, I don't want you to die either. I'm just waiting to see if you ejaculate. But don't forget you promised Master that you would never ejaculate in front of him. I hope you won't break that." "Mm." This time, she even tied a knot in the plastic bag, completely cutting off air. Wei Qi looked at her with a satisfied and quiet expression. Once again, she sat on Wei Qi's face through the plastic bag, then put her foot down to his lower body, teasing his remaining penis with the sole of her shoe. Feeling the goddess's sole, Wei Qi let out a weak but slightly pleasurable moan. It turned out that tying the plastic bag was unnecessary—Wei Qi's mouth and nose were firmly pressed by his buttocks, and even the little air inside the bag was impossible to breathe. As the suffocation lasted longer, his breathing grew rapid, and he began to writhe and struggle. Wu Xiaohan remained unmoved. His struggles grew more and more intense, making the bed creak loudly. His instinctive survival instinct made him struggle violently while whimpering. Wu Xiaohan remained sat still. Finally, driven by instinctive physiological instincts, Wei Qi convulsed and shot a bloody, cloudy semen from his still-soft penis—though not much, it still landed on Wu Xiaohan's shoe. Wu Xiaohan lifted her hips off Wei Qi's face, and Wei Qi was finally free, gasping for breath. But Wu Xiaohan didn't untie the plastic bag on Wei Qi's head. Wei Qi gasped greedily, only consuming a little air from the bag. Wu Xiaohan stood up and stretched her shoe in front of Wei Qi: 'You despicable dog can still ejaculate. Look, you've dirtied your master's shoes.' Wei Qi's muffled voice came from the plastic bag: 'Sorry... master.' 'How dare you defile your master like this? What do you think your master should do to punish you?' 'Master... you... please sit back down... and crush me to death...' 'Really?' Wu Xiaohan's innocent eyes stared at Wei Qi, still somewhat unable to believe her ears. 'Mm. Please crush me to death.' The cute little princess then bent down again. Wei Qi's eyes were fixed on the skirt of his goddess, who wasn't wearing any underwear, and the already wet gray stockings. He knew that inside was a holy place he could never approach even until death, a spiritual spring flowing with enticing nectar. And Wu Xiaohan's body gradually got closer to his face, pressing him into endless darkness. Wei Qi emitted muffled cries in fits, struggling more violently, almost shaking the bed apart. In less than a minute, however, he suddenly stopped making sounds, and his struggles abruptly weakened — finally, he twitched slightly, then didn't move anymore. I watched from the side, too scared to speak. It seemed that Wei Qi was really dead. I couldn't imagine an M actually willingly being cruelly killed by his master, and I couldn't accept that Wu Xiaohan was really so ruthless. Most unbearable was that the roommate I had lived with for over half a year before was now a lifeless corpse before my eyes. My mind was completely stunned and stopped working. After a few seconds, Wu Xiaohan got up from on top of Wei Qi. He had a plastic bag over his head, the inside covered with the fog from his own breath. Through the plastic bag, I could only see that his face was still covered with Wu Xiaohan's pink underwear. Wu Xiaohan tore open the plastic bag with her fingers, removed the underwear covering his face, gently touched Wei Qi's cheek with her hand, and then climbed down from the bed. I confirmed that Wei Qi's body was completely still, his chest showed no sign of breathing, and his eyes were fixed in the center of his sockets. I was so scared I almost cried. But soon, I started thinking again: What should we do with Wei Qi's body? Would we bear legal responsibility? What should Wu Xiaohan and I do now? Wu Xiaohan saw me frozen with fear and ordered, 'What are you just staring for? Quickly give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Do you really want him to die?' I nodded and hurriedly went up, starting to compress his chest and perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I no longer cared whether Wei Qi's mouth was dirty or whether it would be strange to have my mouth on a boy’s mouth. I just wanted to save him—I really couldn't stand to watch my roommate just die like that. Fortunately, I remembered the method for mouth-to-mouth. I pressed his chest rhythmically while counting and breathed into his mouth. After about a dozen tries, finally, Wei Qi coughed lightly, and his eyes slowly regained their sparkle. Thank God, Wei Qi finally came back to life. After regaining spontaneous breathing for about ten seconds, he weakly asked, 'Dongge... you... saved me? My master? She...' Wu Xiaohan stepped forward and looked at Wei Qi gently: 'I’m here.' 'Master... I’m sorry... I...' 'Don't say it, I know what you want to say.' How could Master blame you? The fact that you're willing to give your life for me truly moves me. Master won't torment you anymore. Just focus on recovering." "Thank you, Master......" Wu Xiaohan asked me to keep Wei Qi company for a while; she was out for a few minutes and would be back. She walked back to her own bedroom—probably to find a new pair of underwear to wear. I sat beside Wei Qi, looking at the just-revived Wei Qi, and asked him, "Wei Qi, you were too reckless just now. Good thing Wu Xiaohan didn't sit any longer, otherwise you really would've died." "I...... I really love the feeling of being dominated and destroyed by her. Whether she lets me die or not, she's up to it. "You're really hopeless. Are you really not afraid of dying? Have you ever thought about your parents? How sad must they be if you die...... "I have thought about it. I'm conflicted too. But I've lived so oppressively all these years, always." "That's fine...... Forget it, at least you're alive now." Wei Qi was quiet for a moment, then started crying: "Dong-ge, do you know how much I envy you?" "Hmm?" "Even though she's tormented me like this, she only shows me a few seconds of tenderness. She won't let me get close to her body casually, not even let me touch her shoes." But you can make her give you a footjob and get her feet......" I didn't know how to respond, and Wei Qi started crying: "So, when she made me kneel before you, I really felt I was inferior to you. She's willing to give you the best, and no matter what I do, in her eyes, I'm not as ...... as you are." "Don't be like that, Wei Qi......" I couldn't say a single extra word. Wei Qi had just lost a part of his body here and had walked through the gates of death without crying at all; yet now, he cried because he felt that I was closer to Wu Xiaohan than he was. Wei Qi's feelings for Wu Xiaohan can really be said to surpass everything. At this moment, Wu Xiaohan came into the room. She gently untied the ropes that were bound around Wei Qi. She noticed that Wei Qi still had stimpling pins on his lower body, perineum, and thighs, and asked him, 'You still have the pins on you. Do you want the Mistress to help them fall off with her foot, or should she use the whip to pull them off?' Wei Qi held back his tears and humbly said to Wu Xiaohan, 'Mistress, whatever you say goes. You can play however you like.' 'Alright, no more playing with you. You've already suffered enough. I'll use pliers to pull them out for you.' Wu Xiaohan took the pliers and carefully removed each stim pin from Wei Qi's body. Wei Qi still trembled in pain, but he endured without making a sound. After removing the pins, Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi lie down and also fetched the keys to unlock the two padlocks on his feet, removing the iron balls and then the padlocks themselves. Wei Qi's feet were finally freed; however, the holes on the soles caused by the padlocks had already taken shape and would probably stay with him forever. 'Thank you, Mistress,' Wei Qi said weakly. Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi to crawl out to the living room to eat something and regain his strength. Wei Qi obediently crawled— even without the large iron balls restricting his soles, the tops of his feet and his knees did not lift off the ground at all. Wu Xiaohan carried out a cake and placed it on the floor for Wei Qi, then took over some ferrous lactate to mix with water and feed him. The goddess sat on the sofa, watching her obedient little slave at her feet, calm and satisfied. After Wei Qi finished eating, a knock came from the main door. Wu Xiaohan got up to open it, and a man in his thirties carrying a black briefcase came in. Wu Xiaohan introduced him: “This is my friend, Wang Yibin. He was also part of the SM circle before. He studied medicine, so I called him just now and asked him to come deal with Wei Qi's injuries. He happened to be free today, so he came over.” After getting acquainted, Wu Xiaohan led Wang Yibin into the training room, and he confirmed that he could perform a simple surgical procedure on the bed they had used for training. Wu Xiaohan returned to the living room and brought Wei Qi in, letting him climb onto the bed to cooperate with Wang Yibin. She asked Wang Yibin, “Do you need me to help here?” “You can, but you probably won’t be able to help much. Let’s go to the kitchen first to wash our hands and put on latex gloves.” After washing their hands, they walked back to the training room and began treating Wei Qi’s injuries. I heard Wang Yibin say in the living room: “Since there’s no anesthetist present, I’ll give him local anesthesia myself.” Wei Qi spoke up: “No, all my pain is a gift from my master; I don’t want to avoid it.” Wang Yibin objected: “But if you move during the operation, I can't perform it.” “I can endure it.” “Muscle reflexes, you can’t endure them. I’m a doctor, this is surgery, so let’s be serious, okay?” "At this moment, Wu Xiaohan also chimed in: 'Listen to the doctor and obediently get the anesthesia, okay? If you’re in pain, the master would even let you feel it.' After about several dozen minutes, Wu Xiaohan came out first. She said she was a bit tired and wanted to go cook for everyone first, letting me go help Wang Yibin. So I washed my hands and went in. Disposable latex gloves and a surgical gown for me had already been prepared by the bedside, so I put them on. Wei Qi’s penile glans had been sutured at the end, and a segment of a catheter had been inserted. Now, Wang Yibin was ready to open Wei Qi’s scrotum. He told me, 'The right testicle is definitely ruptured. We need to open it up to see whether the contents that spilled from the testicle can be put back, but it’s probably difficult and may have to be removed. We also need to try to see if the remaining testicle can be repaired—if the tunica is still relatively intact, it should be possible, but his situation is a bit precarious.' He continued explaining, 'It might be a bit better in the hospital, but the conditions here are much more basic. We’ll give it a try; Xiaohan didn’t insist that it had to be fully repaired.' Wang Yibin cut open Wei Qi’s heavily scarred scrotum and saw his ruptured testicle. He used surgical forceps to hold the milky tissue flowing from the testicle, cutting it off little by little and discarding it. Perhaps due to the anesthesia, Wei Qi didn’t move in pain. I stood to the side, only responsible for handing things to Wang Yibin, unable to help with anything else. In the end, Wang Yibin successfully stitched up Wei Qi's testicles—but the right testicle that was stitched was now only a little over one-third the size of the left one. After sewing up Wei Qi's scrotum, the work was basically done. The subsequent healing would depend on Wei Qi's own luck. Wang Yibin examined Wei Qi's body and sighed, saying, 'Xiaohan is really too harsh with her torture now. With her way of playing, even a single M would be completely ruined after one or two sessions.' I agreed, saying, 'Yes, seeing her torment Wei Qi, she's completely inhumane, far too cruel. I also didn’t expect Wei Qi to be so willingly subjected to her abuse.' 'Oh my. Besides the genitals, he has lacerations on his tongue, holes on the soles of his feet, various stab wounds on his hands, even burns, and whiplash marks all over his body… Xiaohan really spares no part of him.' 'Perhaps, in their eyes, brutality is the way to express emotions.' 'Haha, maybe it's because Xiaohan is really charming. Who could resist her? Perhaps after ruining one M, there will be more Ms willing to submit to her.' Wang Yibin walked back to the living room, took off his surgical gloves and disposable gown, and threw them into the trash can. When Wu Xiaohan saw us come out, she greeted, 'I’ll need another half hour to finish cooking, so you all can wait in the living room. Xu Yangdong, you can turn on the TV for Yibin to watch.' While Wang Yibin and I were resting in the living room, Wu Xiaohan came out of the kitchen again and said, 'The meat still needs a bit more time to stew.' Yibin, I’ll transfer the money to you first. Based on your standard rate for minor surgeries during house calls—2,500 per hour—I’ll transfer you 5,000. Is that okay?” “We’re old friends; 3,000 is enough.” “Good friends should be clear about money even more. It’s fine anyway, it’s coming from the money that M gave me.” “Alright. But to be this cruel as an S like you, I really haven’t seen it before. That’s terrifying.” “It’s my first time being this brutal too,” said Wu Xiaohan. “Alright, I hope you won’t hurt someone to the point of disability in the future. If that happens, I really won’t be able to manage.” “Of course not,” Xiaohan lifted her gaze from her phone, “I’ve already transferred the money, check it out.” “Okay. By the way, Xiaohan, you really look beautiful today. I’ve never seen you this cute before.” “Thanks.” “Wearing something so cute, you don’t look like a devil who would hurt someone like that.” “That’s called ‘contrast charm,’ hehe.” Wu Xiaohan then went back to the kitchen to keep busy. Finally, she brought all the dishes to the dining table, grabbed a bottle of red wine, and asked me to help set out the cups. “Shall I go call Wei Qi out so he can kneel by our feet and eat together?” Wu Xiaohan suggested. “No,” Wang Yibin rejected the idea, “he just had surgery, it’s better if he doesn’t eat anything yet.” So the three of us started eating, enjoying the delicious food cooked by Wu Xiaohan. This meal, to celebrate the completion of Wei Qi’s punishment and torture, had no portion for Wei Qi. He could only lie on the bed in the training room, listening to the clinking of glasses in the living room. After dinner, Wang Yibin went in to take another look at Wei Qi, and after confirming that there was nothing that needed his attention, he said goodbye and left. After seeing Wang Yibin off, I went to wash the dishes, while Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa watching TV. I finished washing the dishes, and we walked into the training room together. Wei Qi was still lying weakly on the bed, motionless. "Are you okay?" "I'm okay." "For the next two days, I won't torture you. You should rest. If you still want to do something with your master that doesn't harm your body, your master will play with you tomorrow. You can go back tomorrow or the day after." "Thank you, master." "Yes. You just had surgery, so it's not suitable for you to eat yet. Later, your master will feed you and give you holy water." "Okay, thank you, master." Wu Xiaohan and I closed the door of the training room and walked back to the living room. Wu Xiaohan picked up a cup again and poured out the remaining red wine from the bottle to share with me. "Aren't you afraid you'll really suffocate Wei Qi today?" "During the apnea period after mechanical asphyxiation, timely artificial respiration can save him 100%. There's nothing to fear." Wu Xiaohan's voice was very calm. "But I still can't accept that you abuse your body like that... You’re really harsh on Wei Qi," I said to Wu Xiaohan. "A little bit. But he wanted it himself, didn't he?" "Abuse him like that, aren't you afraid something serious could really happen to him?" "He’s willing to be abused to death by me, what problem could there be?" "I mean… could there… be some legal risk?" "You probably haven’t carefully read the agreement I signed with Wei Qi. It was written inside that for all disabilities, I am not legally responsible for anything. "Is that so?" I exclaimed. "However, in practice under Chinese law, such agreements are only valid for minor injuries; if it is a serious injury, the promise is invalid[^fn17]. So, I have always been very careful about the boundary between minor and serious injuries," said Wu Xiaohan. "I have studied the Chinese Ministry of Justice's 'Standards for Appraising the Degree of Human Body Injuries': complete loss of the glans is a serious injury, but losing more than half is only a minor injury. Loss of one testicle or rupture of both testicles is still considered a minor injury; only if both are lost is it a serious injury. Complete impotence, with size and hardness completely unmeasurable, counts as a serious injury; as long as there is even a tiny bit of erection, it counts as minor[^fn18]. See, I have kept all damages within the range of minor injuries." I thought about it, and indeed, Wei Qi had lost most of his glans, but a little remained. Both sides of his testicles were still there, though one side was reduced to only a third. Although he was almost completely unable to get an erection, perhaps with future recovery treatment, he could regain some erectile function. Indeed, what Wei Qi had suffered could only be considered a minor injury. Wu Xiaohan continued, "I believe that even if I caused him a legally serious injury, he wouldn’t sue me, so I wouldn’t actually have any trouble. But that’s because he is willingly enduring it now. Who knows in the future, for example, if he gets married and regrets being damaged by me, he might come looking for trouble. I can't take that risk." So, I've been careful not to inflict any serious injuries on him." I was truly impressed and praised, "Senior Xiaohan, you're really clever and complete." Senior Xiaohan wasn't very happy and explained, "Smart?" Actually, I could have been smarter, pushing the boundaries between minor and serious injuries and beating him to the limit of minor injuries. But if that really happened, how would he live the rest of his life? Even if he dared not to take responsibility for himself, I couldn't be so irresponsible. "Seeing that I still didn't understand, she continued, "For example, have you noticed that I haven't left any lasting scars on the exposed parts of his body?" The whipping never hit his face or hands, and the wounds on his hands healed within a month without leaving any trace. When he returned to school, no one would notice what he had played. If I were just avoiding responsibility, there would be no need to think about these things." I nodded, and she continued, "Now about his lower body: although he basically can't get hard now, after the cavernosa albeuka heals, most of his erectile function can be restored. Although it's definitely not as good as before, he can barely have sex. Once the wound on the glans heals, although it's a bit smaller, it can still have sex. Even if the testicles are damaged, it's impossible for both to be completely destroyed, so there shouldn't be any issues with reproduction." "So...... You've been paying attention to not truly tormenting him, so that he can live completely unaffected in the future? ""Yeah...... SM is ultimately just a game. He still has the rest of his life. Our school's graduates still have a promising future. Ruining the rest of your life for a single SM is really not worth it." Only then did I realize I had truly judged a gentleman with a petty heart. Although Wu Xiaohan looked like a female demon when abusing people, she hadn't truly harmed Wei Qi. Everything she did to Wei Qi might really have been just to satisfy his wish to "suffer extreme abuse." She even restrained her previously understandable desire to further hurt Wei Qi, to ensure he wouldn't be affected for life. Wu Xiaohan is, after all, very kind. "So...... You never really intended to cripple him, nor did you intend to put his life in danger, right?" "I asked." Of course. But I definitely wouldn't let him know that. I want him to believe that I can really do anything, without any limits. Only then can I inspire his obedience to me." "Mm. You mean you can't let him act arrogantly." "On the other hand, make him believe I can do anything, and then today I ask him if he's willing to be castrated by me, if he's willing to be suffocated to death. That's the most genuine answer. Even when he thinks I'll make him sit there right away, he still says he's willing to sit with me—that proves he's truly willing to sacrifice his life for me. All those casual things are fake." "That's why you're very moved." "Of course, there's an M who is willing to let me take his life just to make me happy, to fulfill my small wish. How could I not be moved?" As an S, that's the most satisfying thing." Wu Xiaohan said, "Wei Qi has basically been crushed by me." I wonder when my next M will appear? Looking at this noble angel in front of me, I couldn't help but say, "But...... Can it be me? "You?" "Do you think you deserve it?" Not to mention you're not as handsome as Wei Qi, but Wei Qi paid 120,000 yuan himself. You want to be my M without spending a single cent? "I ......" "I don't see you want to be my M. If you really wanted to be my M, would you still be sitting next to me? I quickly knelt before Wu Xiaohan and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Xiaohan, I don't have that much money right now...... "So what?" "But I really, really like you, really admire you. I really, really want to be your slave." "You have no money. But you're not as tall as Wei Qi, nor as handsome as Wei Qi. Why should I take you as my M?" I kowtowed to the ground: "I'm sorry...... Senior Xiaohan...... I ...... I really don't deserve to be your M. I'm sorry...... I'll do my best. "Alright, since we've known each other for so long and you've treated me well, I can consider letting you be my M for free, but if that's the case, you'll have to pay with your body." "Me?" …… Meat compensation? ""Mm. Senpai really likes your big cock. Really, it's bigger than any man I've ever met." "So...... You...... Want me to ......" "So, if you want to be my M, the first step is to have me cut off your big cock completely and keep it safe." Once your dick is cut off, I'll play with you elsewhere." "Huh?" So that's what you mean. But...... I...... Very scared...... "Are you scared? When I cut Wei Qi's glans with a knife, I saw why you were so excited and hard?" "I...... I didn't." "Stop making excuses, Xu Yangdong. Senior is giving you a chance. If you want to be an M, why not admit you want to be castrated by senior?" "I don't know why senior said that, so I argued, "I really...... I want to keep it. I don't want to ...... so soon." "So? Why do you want to keep it? Go have sex with other girls? Saying you admire me and like me, while sleeping with other girls?" "No...... Senior...... I never thought about it. "I'm a little wronged." So...... Are you planning to keep it to defile me? "No...... No......" I hurriedly denied it. I was afraid senior would misunderstand me as a sleazy man with ulterior motives, so I defended myself, "Senior Xiaohan, I would never allow myself to defile you." ""Then, if you won't let me cut your dick, how can I feel safe being with you? Who knows when you might lose control and start plotting something against me?" "You can lock me up, lock me with a chastity chain, just like he did." "Xu Yangdong, I'm just curious, what exactly are you doing with your dick? It's useless anyway, why not cut it off? Locking it up is such a hassle." ""I...... I want to torture it for you, senior." "The methods of abuse I want to play, I've already done with Wei Qi. What I still want to try now is to cut off a big cock with my own hands." I really didn't have the courage to agree, so I lowered my head and stayed silent. Wu Xiaohan sighed in disappointment, "You keep saying you love me and admire me, but what happened? What Wei Qi is willing to do for me, you can't do anything." Hearing this, I was deeply shaken. In front of the person I love, I don't want to be worse than Wei Qi. I immediately kowtowed: "Senior Xiaohan, I was wrong. I promised you to castrate me, okay? I agreed to everything. If you want, you can cut my cock at any time. I promise." Wu Xiaohan stepped on my head and asked, "Are you sure, virgin?" Let senior cut off your whole penis—do you agree?" "Mm. As long as I can satisfy you, and be the M you want, I'm willing." "Very good. But I want you to go back and calm down before thinking it over. If you still think this way after calming down, then come find me, and we'll negotiate other terms." "Alright, Senior Xiaohan. I...... I will definitely be your best slave. "Driven by hormones, I couldn't help but make this promise to the one I love." Wu Xiaohan moved the shoe on my head and said, "You go back first. In the last two days, Wei Qi and I won't play much, so tomorrow you won't be coming either." If you still want to be my slave, then let's get in touch again, okay?" "Mm-hmm." I looked up at Wu Xiaohan, who looked like an angel before me, and at her beautiful beige high heels: "Senior...... Before you leave, can I kiss your shoes one more time?" ""Do I agree to let you be my M now?" "Oh...... Sorry...... Senior. "Alright, you're leaving soon, so I'll give you a kiss. But only touch the soles of your shoes." She lifted her foot and pointed the sole of her shoe toward me. I greedily kissed the sole of her shoe, sucking deeply, my lips pressed against the lines of her sole, unwilling to leave even a little. I thought to myself: My goddess, I will do my best to be your servant and serve you well. But Wu Xiaohan withdrew her foot and said to me, "Alright, stop kissing. When you truly become my M, then I'll kiss you slowly." Pack your things and go. " I wondered why Wu Xiaohan's attitude had changed so much since the day before. Yesterday, she was so good and gentle to me, even willing to dirty herself to satisfy me; Today she was so cold, so aloof, showing such contempt toward me. Could it be that yesterday she was just playing around with me, but today she seriously wants me to be her M? Or is she just provoking me again, wanting to see my limits? But no matter what, she had already decisively said, "Pack your things and go," and I couldn't stay or fight any longer. I had no choice but to get up, grab my bag, and prepare to leave. Wu Xiaohan walked me to the door and reminded me, "Sigh, look down there—it's not good for others to see." Only then did I realize how obvious the tent I had set up in my pants was really obvious. I awkwardly tugged at my pants and said to Wu Xiaohan, "Then...... Goodbye, senior. I hope that next time I see you, I can be your male slave." "Mm, if fate allows, see you again." Wu Xiaohan finished speaking and closed the door.

[^fn17]: This is indeed the case in Chinese judicial practice. That is, for injuries that the victim actively requests or consents to, serious injuries will still be subject to prosecution for intentional injury, while minor injuries will not be prosecuted. [^fn18]: In the "Standards for the Appraisal of Human Body Injury" issued by the Supreme People's Court, the Ministry of Public Security, the Supreme People's Procuratorate, the Ministry of State Security, and the Ministry of Justice, it is mentioned that "loss of the glans up to the coronal sulcus" is classified as Grade II serious injury, "loss of more than half of the glans" as Grade I minor injury, "damage to the bilateral epididymis or vas deferens resulting in loss of fertility" as Grade II serious injury, "loss of one testicle or epididymis; atrophy of one testicle or epididymis" as Grade I minor injury, "organic erectile dysfunction (severe)" as Grade II serious injury, "organic erectile dysfunction (moderate)" as Grade I minor injury, and in the appendix it is noted that "if the penis shows no erectile response, with no change in hardness or circumference" it is considered 'severe,' whereas if the penis achieves any hardness above zero when erect, however minimal, it is considered 'moderate.'

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This is the first time since I was in middle school, after reading 'Fatal Stampede,' that I’ve seen an M-type work and felt compelled to close the book and reflect deeply. I don’t know what to say. The character Wu Xiaohan is a completely innate S—both gentle and intellectual, yet cold-blooded and rational. She possesses many traits, and they blend together convincingly. Her upper-class background further reinforces this. In the end, 'I' think she is too clever and get scolded by her, but in fact, I believe 'my' statement isn’t wrong; she really is too clever, not only frightening to men but arguably frightening to humans in general. At the same time, her existence takes S&M entirely out of the scope of love. There is sex, pleasure, and attachment, but no love to be seen. Her divinity is so pronounced that almost no humanity can be seen in her. Aside from the title being worthy of some critique, the literary quality of the whole piece is very high; of course, the characterization is impeccable. This work is undoubtedly a masterpiece, but I believe even within the community, very few would like it—it can be called a flood and wild beast. Wu Xiaohan actually has a romantic history? A person like her should forever be worshiped on an altar. by 7991cde

Really knows how to have fun, such an S, 120,000 in two weeks is really worth it! But you really can't find someone like this in the world! by 707212788

I don't know if the original poster will see this reply. There’s no need to say much about the quality of the article itself; I just feel that the character Zhou Xiaohan is too divine and lacks human qualities. I think it’s completely fair for 'I' to say she’s overly shrewd. I’m not sure if her counterattacks reflect the original poster's ideas or the character’s own. Her intelligence, gentleness, rationality, scheming, cruelty, charm, and noble background make it hard for me to believe that this character could experience true love, even if she has had romantic experiences before (I mean human love, not divine love). Nonetheless, no matter what, the original poster has portrayed her as a completely perfect, pure S, and this character’s rich and vivid portrayal is unparalleled, at least within the domestic SM literature circle. If someone like her really existed in real life, personally, I wouldn’t be able to be her sincere friend, let alone pursue her. And yet, it is precisely because of this that Zhou Xiaohan is Zhou Xiaohan—a kind of lofty art and sublime music, perhaps. If my understanding is wrong, please forgive me. by 7791cde

This ID belongs to the great author Dongfang Yang. Indeed, while displaying such inhuman cruelty, they also precisely calculate and control their way out of punishment, staying beyond the law, and afterward can act as if nothing happened. That all of this, in their own words, is just to test how far they can torment others is truly terrifying. If this process is just for them to observe humanity and themselves, I can only say that this character makes me extremely angry, but I have to admire the author's writing skills. However, reading along seamlessly, this point might somewhat explain the personality. As for the male protagonist, he strictly keeps his promise without any interference in the middle, which is beyond my tolerance. If it were me, I would try to stop it along the way — by Tu You An Xiang (in response to the previous comment)

I thought the ultimate of the M type was in two directions: one is approaching ice, the other is marital. This story almost has both. A female lead who is brutally extreme, almost to the point of torturing her slave to death, and on the other hand treats another man extremely gently, pushing the slave's mental and physical torment to the extreme. by zwq8764706

Imagine a sequel? From the male lead's perspective as a slave, a new photographer appears. The male lead watches the female lead and the photographer grow closer, and after tormenting him, they even start having sex together. The cameraman gradually joins the game of abuse, forcing the male lead to kneel humiliatingly at the photographer's feet and kiss his shoe soles, eventually even licking and kissing them himself. The female lead then deliberately claims she once had feelings for the male lead, but the male lead is too lowly and disappoints her. The male lead regrets it, after all, he truly loves her. After hearing the female lead's confession, the photographer abuses the male lead even more. The female lead applauds and teaches the photographer how to torment him more satisfactorily, even to the point where the male lead is tormented to the point of actively begging to eat the photographer's gold. The ending is the female lead and the photographer jointly abusing the male lead's private parts. The key point is that the female lead doesn't want to torment the male lead too cruelly. It's the male lead who begs desperately, and the photographer's sadistic tendencies are also the male lead's own behavior. The photographer watches the female lead act violently and abuse, awakens, and keeps urging her to escalate the abuse. She also discovers that having a man playing as a slave with her is more interesting, and gradually she feels like a kindred spirit. Later, she even falls in love with the photographer when they sleep together. During this time, the male lead can only watch as the woman he loves most attracts each other to other men. His resistance becomes the catalyst for their relationship. Through their intense abuse, they bond and slowly fall in love by zwq8764706

A rare good article, thank you to the original poster. However, I still feel that the male lead is just like Wei Qi, lacking something. Either he ends up being a couple's servant to the female lead and her future boyfriend, or he has some sort of emotional connection with the female lead, and maybe even ends up together in the end. Wouldn't that be better? It's just an immature and naïve thought. I hope the original poster keeps up the good work, and may life go smoothly. by fdtt

Some people say the author's human nature is lacking, and the heroine's methods are still far from ice... No need to make a fuss. A true S-like slave really should care less about the slaves' bodies, the more humiliation and satisfaction they feel. Besides, the heroine clearly has a clear judgment of how to endure the slave, and the slave is also very satisfied with her training. That's enough—it's impossible for others to rush to destroy the game without even using the word 'safe'. Breaking the rules is the worst thing. Persuading people to let go after the game is over is the right attitude. In my view, rules are the premise of all master-slave relationships, more important than appearance, temperament, identity, and techniques. In some isekai novels, a rule that triggers master-slave conflict can turn a gentle woman into an unconsciously cruel master—for example, the husband gradually becomes the wife's slave island, the prison in the delusional world, and the Colorful Palace in Seven Little Breasts (it's a pity the Seven Little Breasts were tricked). Under strong rules, the atmosphere becomes extremely harsh toward the slave, and no matter how gentle the master is, it makes the servant's life worse than death. Breaking the rules is almost equivalent to ruining the relationship between master and slave. Regarding love, I sincerely believe that a woman with normal values cannot stand a man eating all her gold before having relations with her. Once the slave takes that step, the relationship is almost irreversible. As many brothers say, once you take that step with your wife, the green is not far off. Because some women have very low acceptance levels, they may find just licking the shoe surface unacceptable, and consequently seek protection from another man, as in the classic article *Tears of Satan*. Even experienced female S-types may not have a high enough acceptance level to engage in sexual activity after reaching the 'golden' stage. Finally, let's discuss a type of play that some people find very uncomfortable: Ice. Most of the forum focuses on SM or DS, with DS being more common, and BD is almost never seen. Many enjoy being dominated, and the premise of domination is the power the female lead possesses. The greatest power in this world is the power over life; it can be said that when a dominator can execute the submissive, their power reaches its peak. The logic of ice revolves around controlling the right to life, which non-deep sub types find hard to accept, as normal society and law do not accept ice. Nonetheless, that doesn't prevent us from appreciating ice, such as a husband gradually becoming his wife's slave. At the time, this was quite popular on the forum; it was just set with a slightly fantasy element of ice, and most people could accept it. by zwq8764706

Maybe from the perspective of a qualified game participant, it’s like that, but the female lead wrote from the beginning that there was no safe word, and the male submissive begged repeatedly and howled in pain. If it were me here, I couldn’t calmly view the issue this way. Although people should be responsible for their choices, it’s like when someone is in extreme pain and chooses to commit suicide, those around them do their best to prevent it and help them rediscover the beauty of life. I don’t feel that the male submissive carefully considered all possible consequences when signing the agreement. As for the so-called rules, in my eyes, they seem unreasonable and cannot be binding when one has the ability to break them; there are more important things in the world. Actually, even if it really meant taking a life in one go, or even torturing the upper body to death, to me it would be somewhat more acceptable than repeatedly tormenting the genitals to extreme pain and ultimately rendering them useless. This may be an instinctive sympathy with certain body parts. When I arrange scenes myself, I refuse things like binding and electric shocks because I need to retain the ability to protect myself at any time, even if I don’t use it. Of course, this might seem like pseudo-submissiveness in your eyes, but I have always feared and detested having all of myself controlled by others; this is my principle. So for me, although this article is indeed a masterpiece, I view both the male and female leads as negative characters. by Tuyu Youanxiang (as a reply to the previous comment)

Personally, I think there shouldn't be a male S disciplining the male protagonist. I also hope the male protagonist has some romantic scenes with the female S and a happy ending. Finally, I want to say that the original poster's mastery of writing is really impressive. Looking forward to more exciting stories. — By Ostrich on the Ground

It's a masterpiece, seriously 0.0. I call it a masterpiece because, up until now, it seems that there hasn't been a work like this one by a great author, with pictures, text, and explanations. The greatness of this excellent work is not only reflected in the work itself but also in the guiding role it plays. General readers or authors who want to describe related scenes in words may be forced to give up due to lack of sufficient knowledge and literary skill, leaving their descriptions vague and unclear. With this masterpiece, in the future, if someone wants to depict related scenes, this article can serve as a guide. by poqiong

sequel

The sequel 'I Just Want to Be Your M' continues the characters and story of this work and has not yet been included.