"Is this sufficient to enrage you?" Lin Jingling was resting on the bed when Ye Fan kicked her, telling her to leave right now.
Lin Jingling got out of bed and began to dress, fighting off the sense of helplessness that follows an orgasm.
The volume of Lin Jingling's mouth was challenged by the continuous discharge of saliva, and even though she had surreptitiously swallowed some of Ye Fan's sperm, she still had to widen her lips slightly and puff out her cheeks to accommodate it.
Lin Jingling had not yet noticed the dress code in Article 7 of the slave contract, which Ye Fan had added, so she dressed in shorts and a T-shirt and prepared to leave.
However, Ye Fan will never allow his love slave to walk out in a vest and sexy pants since he has a strong desire to be in charge.
"When you go out, cover up by wearing long sleeves and long pants. You appear quite attractive. When you go out, do you want to suck the owner by dressing less?" Lin Jingling was ready to open the door when Ye Fan intervened.
Lin Jingling's mouth was full and she was unable to speak, so she turned around and knelt down to show that she was complying, then she opened one side of the small travel bag, pulled out a pair of denim nine-minute pants that only showed her ankles and a long-sleeved shirt, and put them on before the door flew downstairs.
Evidently believing that the issue could be resolved in the lobby, Lin Jingling ventured downstairs without even a bra or underpants, but Ye Fan understood that was not feasible.
The closest self-service printer should be in a supermarket about 300 meters away, but Ye Fan is also nearby; I only found it when I was buying breakfast on the way here. The hotel does not have a self-service printer downstairs; you have to borrow a computer from the front desk to print. However, Lin Jingling is mute, so the front desk cannot allow her to use the computer herself.
Ye Fan could only walk out and find a printing shop with her semen in her mouth since she knew Lin Jingling couldn't risk being noticed if she let the front desk print it for her.
Lin Jingling, on the other hand, had just squirted once and her legs were weak; her face was flushed and her heart was pounding rapidly; the saliva that was continuously released, along with the somewhat salty semen in her mouth, thrilled her masochistic body.
When Lin Jingling's lower body began to get wet again after going ten meters to the elevator door, she pressed her hand against the wall and waited for the elevator, thinking to herself, "It seems that I am really a bitch..."
He doesn't appear to be angry about this, though.
It's just that no one has been able to conquer her body and mind until she met Ye Fan a few days ago. Lin Jingling knew that he was born with M constitution. He was not only not afraid or disgusted when he saw videos of women being tortured and trained in school, but he was also a little obsessed, especially when he watched short films about beautiful women being treated like animals or objects.
The so-called "housekeeper" was initially just a simple money and sex transaction, and calling him the master was just part of the fun, but after that night, Lin Jingling felt that she had found the conqueror, and when Ye Fan took the facial cumshot video, even though she looks ordinary, she is young, wealthy, and relatively clean. She was already a little moved when Ye Fan expressed his intention to support her.
Last night, Ye Fan was ordered to write a slave contract, and she climaxed while writing it, forgetting that it took several hours to write the twelve articles. The entire bed was covered in sweat and semen after writing, which is what caused the foul odor Ye Fan smelled in the room in the morning.
She only wrote her name at first, but after her first climax, she filled in all of her personal information. With each new entry, she became more involved with herself, and in the final few, she had a crazy fantasy of being trained by Ye Fan. Lin Jingling initially only considered it to be erotic content, but as soon as I finished writing the personal information and the first article, I had already brought myself into a real slave status in my heart, and then I couldn't control it.
When she requested a video clip at the end of the essay, Lin Jingling experienced her first squirt.
The most semen was poured on Ye Fan's penis at her previous loss of virginity, but this time it was a full squirt, with a significant amount of love juice combined with pee and sprayed for over 10 seconds.
Following that, Lin Jingling, who had been immobilized for thirty minutes before she woke up, fully identified himself and no longer saw her situation as a slave as a transaction; instead, she genuinely desired to surrender all of her individuality and become his accessory.
bite--
Lin Jingling's memories were interrupted by the sound of the elevator approaching, and she entered it while struggling to hang onto the wall.
As his mouth struggled to contain the growing volume of saliva, Lin Jingling was only able to swallow a small amount in private before a powerful sense of shame overcame him.
Despite Ye Fan's absence, Lin Jingling unconsciously glanced like a student who committed a mistake, saying, "I disobeyed the master's order..." Luckily, she was the only person in the elevator, so nobody saw this oddity.
Two men entered the elevator after it halted in the middle and gave her two quick glances.
It was hard to avoid drawing attention to herself, but when the two men looked over, Lin Jingling took a deep breath out of concern that the other man would discover something odd in her mouth. Lin Jingling had a hot figure, and her chest was even tighter when she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, which nearly caused the buttons to fly off.
Two beautiful women emerged from another stop, looked at Lin Jingling, and pursed their lips.
"Have they found you?" I wet a little of the fabric on my crotch when I got outside. Lin Jingling's heartbeat quickened. She wasn't sure if the two women had noticed her condition, but she felt the heat and moisture escaping from her lower body despite reason telling her that it shouldn't be possible.
When she eventually made it to the first floor, Lin Jingling did her best to keep her legs from shaking and left the elevator quietly, only to discover that in order to use the printer, she needed to speak to the front desk.
After two squirts last night and this morning, along with a deep throat blowjob, I went downstairs without any cleaning. Lin Jingling didn't dare get too close to anyone at this time. I am completely incapable of speaking in my current state. In fact, even if I am close, I can still smell a little bit of odor.
Lin Jingling lingered for a few minutes before pulling out her cell phone, scribbled on a notebook, and passing the device to the reception desk.
On the notepad is the following sentence: Hi, is it possible for me to use your printer?
After a moment of obvious shock, the woman at the front desk began making sign language gestures, possibly thinking Lin Jingling was deaf-mute.
Lin Jingling scribbled another sentence rapidly, wondering how she could comprehend this:
Just talk to me; I'm having trouble making a sound due to an irritated throat.
The receptionist then said, "I apologize; I didn't understand you. Give me the USB flash drive, Madam, and I'll print it for you.
How could Lin Jingling allow people to print it for him? If others see what's in it, it will instantly lead to social death.
"Can I do it myself? I can borrow a computer," was typed again.
After a brief pause, the other party apologized and said, "Sorry ma'am, we cannot allow residents to enter our workbench."
She was already somewhat nervous, but Lin Jingling shook her head to say it was all right.
She switched on her cell phone and looked for the closest printing shop, which was almost two kilometers away. Lin Jingling felt that she could never make it that far in her current state, and the rough fabric was rubbing against her skin because she was not wearing underwear, stimulating her sensitive spots with each step.
Lin Jingling's cell phone rang just as she was about to lose it, and it was Yan Qing.
I said that it was inconvenient for me to answer the phone and that I would wait in the hotel lobby if I arrived. I then hung up and sent a message back to the other party.
In order to do the assignment as quickly as possible, Lin Jingling is already getting ready to take a cab.
She was going to call a car when she opened the APP and heard another call; she assumed it was still Yan Qing and was about to hang up, but then she saw it was Ye Fan.
"Uh-" Lin Jingling tried to answer the phone but was unable to talk.
"Lil slut, why haven't you returned? Are you down there bragging to people? Ye Fan spoke in a chilly tone.
Lin Jingling was at a loss for words; she could only whisper a few times to convey her denial, assuming from Ye Fan's tone that her master was not happy with the efficiency.
"Go buy a water-based marker after printing. Ye Fan said, "I'll give you twenty minutes, and you have to come back." Ye Fan then hung up.
Dumbfounded, Lin Jingling was forced to follow Ye Fan's instructions, which meant he could only leave the hotel and jog to see if a small supermarket was close by.
It was a big department store, and even if she took a taxi, it would be hard to get back in 20 minutes, so she could only try to find small shops nearby that are not on the map. The phone indicated that the closest shopping mall was one kilometer away, and she only knew where it was when she typed to the front desk.
It's a sunny day today, and even though Lianhai is a coastal city and doesn't get very hot, it's already close to 30°C.
Lin Jingling, who had just had a squirt 10 minutes earlier, couldn't take it any longer and was soon out of breath, her blouse was soaked with perspiration, and her lovely face was red. She was wearing long sleeves and long pants and was trotting the entire distance on 6cm high heels.
The constant friction on her chest and thighs brought wave after wave of pleasure, and Lin Jingling felt as though his entire body was nearly broken. She was afraid to open her mouth and could only breathe through her nose, and she had to keep one arm clasped in front of her chest while running, or else her 32E big breasts, which were unrestrained, would shake wildly and she would likely become a hot search topic on the Internet.
After a few minutes, Lin Jingling, who was extremely exhausted, sat on the lounge chair beside the flower bed. Luckily, she was wearing a light blue shirt, which made it difficult for light to pass through; if it had been white, she should have been in the vacuum state. The delicate nipples on her chest were visible to onlookers.
There are fifteen minutes remaining.
Lin Jingling, who had good physical strength and had always excelled in sports in college, was forced to resume looking after resting for two minutes. The pressure of having only thirteen minutes left left her unable to continue running, so she could only walk normally.
This was not the answer, Lin Jingling realized exhaustedly, and she could only ask people again by texting on her cell phone.
A passerby could see that the beauty in front of him had neither a bra nor a bra underneath her shirt if he looked closely; it was a total vacuum. Go into war. Lin Jingling's hair was unkempt at this point, pouring with sweat, her shirt was wet with sweat, and her chest was slightly protruding.
Lin Jingling could only speak to women since he dared not approach the other sex. When she was initially stopped, two stylishly dressed women looked at her chest for nearly the first time before smiling and expressing that they understood.
Despite nearly fainting from embarrassment, Lin Jingling showed the other party the notepad question; the other party simply said she was unsure and left right away, and Lin Jingling vaguely overheard the two of them talking after they had taken a few steps away. Of course, the conversation was about the woman who had just taken off her underwear, that is, her own.
When I questioned a middle-aged woman with a child, who I could only pretend I didn't hear, she drew the youngster away with a contemptuous expression, clearly not wanting to make too much contact.
Only when I questioned the third silent girl, who appeared to be a student with spectacles and a schoolbag, did she mention that there was a small shop about 200 meters away and approach Lin Jingling to ask if she needed assistance.
With only ten minutes remaining, Lin Jingling hastily shook her head, scrawled "thank you" on her notepad, and got ready to depart.
A girl named Wen Jing appeared to sense something odd after she approached Lin Jingling, who didn't use perfume and was now drenched in perspiration, making the previous stink on her body even more noticeable. She only scowled and turned to go.
Lin Jingling, who was already breathing irregularly, had an itching nose and wanted to sneeze when the other person turned around and a long hair swept across her face slightly.
I'm sorry!