"Such half-assed words won't get you out of punishment. If you don't wanna spend the whole day like earlier, come serve me willingly!"
Zhao Xuan actually stopped moving.
On one hand, he wanted Bai Lvdi to learn to respond to fucking during her brief post-climax clarity, making it second nature.
On the other hand, he'd built up a lot of pleasure and needed to take a breather.
Bai Lvdi was almost completely spent but rallied her strength, using the power of her waist and legs to actively thrust against his cock.
But her body barely felt anything now—matching her earlier performance was impossible.
The movements were there, but weak, and her face had lost that wanton look.
"Don't look so reluctant. If you don't wanna get fucked by me, we'll start edging training!" Zhao Xuan wasn't satisfied.
A woman's movements, posture, words, and expressions during sex are part of the pleasure, and a slave's only job is to satisfy her master's desires.
Her own needs?
Not a thought.
As long as the master isn't done, the slave must stay ready to be used.
Bai Lvdi was close to tears. Her actions before climax had been pure instinct—she didn't even know what she'd done.
Now she could only mimic porn stars she'd watched, and now he wanted her expressions right too? Who pays attention to actresses' faces in AV? She forced a smile and tried to add some slutty flair. It was still way off, but better than looking like a dead fish.
To guide her better, Zhao Xuan took off her gag.
"Roll your eyes back."
"Stick your tongue out—don't overdo it."
"Make your eyes glazed, twist your body more. You weren't like this, you slut, earlier."
"…"
Under Zhao Xuan's "kind" guidance, Bai Lvdi twisted her tired body to beg for more while adjusting her moves and expressions.
But how could that satisfy him? He decided then: from now on, he'd film every slave getting fucked and climaxing, making them maintain their pre-orgasm state afterward.
As for Bai Lvdi? Plenty more training awaited—he wasn't letting this eager little slut off easy.
With that, Zhao Xuan thrust hard, ramming into her a few times before shooting his thick load deep inside.
"Slut. When I cum, you respond and thank me."
Seeing no reaction, he smacked her ass and snapped.
"Ah—so full—this whore thanks Master for the cum." Bai Lvdi finally mumbled the required filth.
He squeezed her tits, then removed the clamps—their teeth had dug into her flesh, and fresh blood trickled down from the peak of her breasts.
"You sucked earlier—before I came, then acted like a dead dog afterward. Pissed me off." He stroked her head as she leaned against him.
"Master, please don't do that to me… I'll serve you perfectly from now on, no more mistakes." Bai Lvdi scrambled off the bed, crawled to the floor, and knelt at his feet, begging.
"Mistakes mean punishment—that's the rule here. Even if I don't say it, you ask for it proactively. Double the punishment if you don't. And you thank me for discipline/punishment, or it doesn't count. Got it?" He didn't soften.
Lin Jingjing's draft of a slave contract was still on his phone—he'd print it later and make Bai Lvdi sign.
Writing it had been a whim, but after Lin and Yan Qing signed, he loved the ritual: women kneeling before a camera, reading their servitude rules, signing, and pressing lip/labial prints. So hot.
"If you don't wanna try a day of edging, I've another option." Zhao Xuan eyed her panicked form, bait dangling.
Bai Lvdi nodded fast: "Thank you, Master… this whore thanks you for mercy. Please punish me." For her, any alternative to that earlier hell was a lifeline—she didn't care what, just not that again.
"Come on."
He untied her leg ropes.
Bound for two hours, she couldn't straighten them yet, but he didn't care. Grabbing her collar chain, he dragged her to the bathroom. Her hands were still bound; her legs stiff, she crawled on her knees.
In the bathroom, he pulled out his still-impressive (if slightly softened) cock and aimed it at her face.
"Open."
No fluff.
She thought it was another blowjob, so she stretched her red lips into an "O."
"Spit my gift out, and you'll be tied up all day for fun." He patted her cheek, threatening. Before she could react, he shoved his cock into her mouth.
She waited for thrusting, but nothing. Seconds later, warm liquid filled her mouth—an indescribable taste.
Not cum.
She froze a second before realizing: He's pissing in my mouth.
"Don't spit! Swallow!"
He saw her frown, knew she wanted to pull away. His right hand pinned her head to his cock.
"Spit, and I'll ruin you today." Left hand grabbed her throat, vicious threat.
Seeing his ferocious face and remembering his warning, she didn't dare let go. Let his piss fill her mouth. After a short stream, he stopped.
"Swallow, you bitch!" Dazed by humiliation, her mind blank, she obeyed. He started again. Four times total, emptying his morning's piss.
"Clean it up." Before pulling out, he ordered. Obedient now, she sucked hard, drawing out the last residue as his cock hardened again.
He'd drunk lots of water, so the piss wasn't that foul—but the psychological barrier was real. Being fucked in bed was her choice; being dragged to the bathroom and force-fed piss?
Unexpected. For a second, she wanted to bolt—but squashed the urge. She'd come too far; leaving meant losing her body (her only asset) for nothing. Plus, she remembered his photos/videos.
Leaning against the toilet, Bai Lvdi stared blankly. A thrill of revenge surged in Zhao Xuan—this woman who'd looked down on him for three years, now kneeling to drink his piss. He wasn't into extreme stuff; a beautiful urinal suited him fine.
Slap! He zipped up, saw she hadn't moved, and slapped her.
Dazed, she snapped out of it and realized why.
"Th-thank you, Master… for the… piss." Her voice was a mosquito's buzz.
"Three minutes to clean up." He unlocked her neck-and-hand cuffs and left.
On the bed, listening to water/brushing sounds from the bathroom, Zhao Xuan grinned. He fantasized about conquering Wan Chujun—what methods to use, what role to put her in, to make up for years of mockery.
"Master." Bai Lvdi emerged, knelt quietly, resigned.
"You're my cum dumpster now. When we're together, you're my mobile toilet for emergencies. I'll introduce you to my other slaves soon—you need serious training." He glared at her submissive form.
"Yes, Master. Thank you for training, Dumpster Luidi." She bowed low.
"Obey, stay in your place, and I won't mistreat you." He knew the carrot-and-stick approach. Tracing her face with his toes, he promised.
"Thank you."
She sighed in relief—she'd sold almost everything for wealth. Then she clasped her hands behind her back and obediently licked his toes.