At ten o'clock sharp in the evening.
The clock hands on the wall finally aligned, and I had just finished the last household chore. The TV was still on in the living room, my husband leaning on the sofa, his gaze never leaving the screen. I calmly walked into the bedroom and gently closed the door behind me.
The act of undressing was quick. First the loungewear, then the underwear, each piece falling at the foot of the bed. The naked body glistened slightly under the light. I opened the bottom drawer of the wardrobe and took out the outfit specially prepared for tonight—a black cat-themed mesh bodysuit with a plaid pattern.
The exquisite black lace mesh followed the body's curves downward, almost transparent. The two points on the chest and the trimmed pubic hair below were faintly visible through the grid. The moment I put it on, my skin felt lightly constricted by countless fine threads, both restraining and stimulating. I turned halfway in front of the mirror, confirming there wasn't a single wrinkle, then sat at the dressing table.
Foundation and powder gradually covered the fine lines at the corners of the eyes and nasolabial folds, trying to make herself look more like the glamour a mature wife should have. Dark indigo purple eyeshadow was carefully blended, eyeliner drawn thin and long, instantly adding a layer of mysterious allure to her already large eyes. Finally, bright red lipstick, applied full and moist.
The phone suddenly beeped twice.
It's Master.
I almost immediately swiped open the screen. The LINE chat window had only two words: 'Arrived.'
My heart skips a beat. I glance in the mirror once more, confirming my makeup and outfit are flawless, tuck my phone into my small bag, casually grab that knee-length black overcoat, and slip it on. The coat just covers the cat outfit and my thighs; from the outside, it just looks like an ordinary outing.
In the living room, I said calmly towards the sofa, 'I'm going out.' My husband responded with a grunt, not even looking up. I changed into five-inch red high heels, the heels tapping crisply on the floor, then quickly walked out of the house.
Across the street from the community entrance, a familiar SUV was already parked. I took a deep breath, tightened my coat collar, and quickly walked over in my high heels. The moment I opened the passenger door, a familiar face came into view.
“Master.”
That form of address slipped out, so sweet and cloying that even I found it incredible.
I got into the car, just fastened my seatbelt when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a completely unfamiliar man sitting in the back seat.
"Aiya!"
I instinctively cried out, looking at my master beside me in surprise and doubt. He just calmly pursed his lips and said in a flat tone: "My friend, just call him Ahong."
The engine roared to life, and the car slowly pulled away from the community at the edge of the woods, heading toward Taipei City. The owner drove while saying to the person in the back seat: "Ah Hong, this is the fuck buddy I told you about. Um... just call her a slut."
"M... bitch..."
Those three words pierced my ears like fine needles. My face instantly flushed hot, and my hands unconsciously tightened on the hem of my coat. The host, however, acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to chat idly with Ahong. I could only stare straight ahead at the windshield, my mind in complete turmoil.
On the phone two days earlier, the master only said he would take me to a acupressure massage parlor tonight to observe the process. He never mentioned that there would be a third person.
The car moved in fits and starts through the weekend traffic. When the red light stopped at the intersection of Zhongzheng Road next to the Fu Jen University MRT station, the Master suddenly turned his head, his voice lower than before: 'Bitch, open the glove compartment in front of you.'
That tone was the signal we had agreed upon between us—the training had begun.
"Yes."
I opened the storage box. Inside, only a metal chain connected to a red collar lay quietly.
“Put it on.”
“Now?”
"I don't like repeating myself a second time."
The gaze from the back seat seemed to cling to the back of my neck like something physical. I bit my lip and reached out to pick up the collar. My hands were shaking. The cold metallic touch nearly stiffened my wrists. The master’s voice sounded again: “Bitch, what are you doing? Put it on already. The light’s about to turn green.”
I took several deep breaths, unfastened the riveted hidden clasp, lowered my head to put the collar around my neck, and fastened it.
"Thud.",
The sound of the button closing was especially clear in the car. I still kept my head down, not daring to look at anyone. But the master reached out, hooked my chin, forcing me to look up, and brushed back my scattered, slightly curly hair ends: 'Hmm... that looks much better. Ah Hong, what do you think?'
A somewhat stammering voice came from the back seat: “Uh... this... it’s my first time seeing a live performance...”
As if on purpose, the master said while driving, “It’s not that cold in the car. Don’t you think you’re too bundled up like that? Unbutton your coat.”
I glanced at him pleadingly, then caught sight of Ahong in the rearview mirror already sitting in the middle seat, his gaze greedy. Hesitating for less than three seconds, I still reached out and unbuttoned my coat one by one.
One.
Two.
Three pieces.
The black mesh was gradually exposed bit by bit. After the coat was fully opened, a distinct swallowing sound came from the back seat. The streetlight slanted into the car, clearly illuminating the cleavage of her chest and her trimmed pubic hair. The collar and the silver chain gleamed under the light.
“A Hong, the seats in the back are more spacious; help me take the bitch’s coat to the back.”
Without looking back, the master gave the next order.
I handed over the coat I had already taken off. Now I was left wearing only that cat outfit that was almost like wearing nothing. The three points of my body were completely exposed to the gaze of the two men. Shame washed over me like a tide, but under my master's appreciative gaze, a strange excitement also rose simultaneously.
The car continued forward. Passing Shilin Night Market, then heading towards the city center, it finally stopped in a roadside parking space outside Daan Forest Park.
“A Hong, please bring the bitch’s coat over.”
I put my coat back on. The master said again, 'Can you get out and open the door for the bitch?'
Ah Hong was stunned for a moment but still got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. The master's voice came from the driver's seat: "Tonight's training has already begun. Bitch, did you hear that?"
"Yes."
I was pulled by Ah Hong by the iron chain on my collar and carefully led out of the car. Just as I steadied myself, my master suddenly got out of the car again, grabbed my hands, twisted them behind my back, and produced a pair of handcuffs from nowhere, clicking them shut. Immediately after, a thin rope with wooden clips at both ends was cruelly clipped onto my already protruding nipples beneath the cat outfit. He ordered me to bite the cotton rope in the middle and not let go.
After all the props were set up, the host finally said contentedly, 'I'll wait for you at the exit on Xinsheng South Road.'
The car drove away mercilessly. Cold wind immediately rushed into my open coat. The pain from the wooden clamps and the pull of the chain made it almost impossible for me to stand steadily. Ah Hong held the chain, looking around nervously and whispering, 'Bi... Bitch Miss... let's hurry up and go...'
I didn't speak, just responded with a nasal sound. My hands were cuffed behind my back, a rope in my mouth, I could only lower my head and follow him. The five-inch high heels clicked on the sidewalk, the chain occasionally making a faint metallic clinking sound. Occasionally, vehicles roared past, or scattered pedestrians passed in the distance, each time making my heart feel like it would jump out of my throat.
But the body gradually grew hot in fear. The pain from the clothespin slowly turned into an itching, stinging sensation, and the feeling of the nipples being pulled spread through the rope to my mouth. A liquid began leaking uncontrollably from below, running down the insides of my thighs, turning cold and sticky in the chilly wind.
The road was only a dozen minutes long, yet it felt like hours. When I finally saw the master standing far away at the exit, I almost instinctively wanted to rush over, but the iron chain suddenly tightened around my neck, letting out a short cry of pain.
The master took the iron chain and teased Ah-Hong, asking, “Was the ‘walk’ just now fun?”
"She... she's very obedient."
The master smiled and nodded, taking my hand as he led me into Daan Forest Park. The crisp sound of high heels made a “tap-tap” on the red brick pavement. I don’t know how long we walked before a strong stench of urine drifted over from ahead. Squinting, I saw that it was actually the entrance to a public restroom.
Without another word, the master pulled me into the men’s restroom. The mixed smell of urine and disinfectant was almost nauseating. He removed the collar, unlocked the handcuffs, and took off the wooden clips on my nipples. The brief freedom made me sigh in relief, but the next second I heard the command: “Bitch, stand over by the urinal and open your coat.”
Ah Hong was standing right beside me. My steps were almost too heavy to drag, but I still walked to the urinal, closed my eyes, and slowly pulled open both sides of my coat. Cool air immediately enveloped my entire body. My nipples and vulva beneath the cat outfit were completely exposed. Yet, my body, in extreme shame, produced an even stronger reaction—a surge of heat welled up from deep within, and a small stream of clear fluid actually spurted out.
I actually squirted in the men's bathroom.
The master gave a low laugh. “Hey! Ah-Hong, look, the bitch is in heat.”
I opened my eyes and realized I had unknowingly crouched down, my tongue almost touching the ceramic edge of the urinal. The master grabbed my head and pulled Ah Hong in front of me: 'Bitch, whose scent do you prefer?'
The familiar scent of the master and Ah Hong's stronger, mixed scent of urine and the fishy smell of prostatic fluid rushed into my nostrils simultaneously. My body uncontrollably leaned toward Ah Hong. The master continued: 'Of course, it's to smell the scent of your cock! Look at her slutty face.'
Ah Hong seemed to finally get into the situation and cooperated by saying a few words. The master, however, did not satisfy me immediately. Instead, he refastened the collar, tightened the chain, patted my face, and said, "Bitch, want it?"
"Mm."
"Whose cock do you want? Mine? Or Ah Hong's?"
I heard myself answer in a voice almost too quiet to hear: 'I... want both...'
The master laughed and took a razor and shaving cream out of his pocket. “Greed comes at a price.”
I was completely dominated by desire, lying brazenly on the cold floor, legs spread in an M shape. My master, in front of Ah Hong, tore open the bottom of the cat suit and completely shaved off the pubic hair trimmed just two days prior, leaving not a single strand. The smooth labia were immediately exposed to the air, glistening wetly.
Next was the enema. The icy liquid from two enema balls was fully pushed into the rectum. The intense bloating pain and foreign object sensation made me unable to hold back a whimper. The master then inserted an anal plug connected to a fluffy tail, securely locking the liquid inside.
In the latter half’s “walk,” I was completely stripped of my coat, left only in the cat suit and tail, on all fours, and led by my master as I walked through the park back to the parking area. There was no one around, only the chill of the night wind against my skin and the intense urge to defecate brought on by the enema fluid continually churning inside me.
Back in the SUV, the rear seat cushions were already laid flat. I climbed in. Two men sandwiched me between them, one in front, one behind. The master commanded, 'Bitch, go help Ah Hong.'
I was forced to lean in close to Ahong's crotch. The foul smell was so strong it almost made one suffocate. I used my teeth to pull down the zipper and took the fully erect penis whole into my mouth. The messy pubic hair brushed against my face, and the liquid from the horse eyes was bitter and salty. While I was sucking, I was also being penetrated from behind by the master.
The moment both the front and back were filled at the same time, my mind went almost blank. A Hong began clumsily thrusting in my mouth, while the master drove deep into the already soaked vagina thrust after thrust. Both openings were violated in sync, and pleasure and humiliation washed over me again and again like tides. The liquid in my rectum kept stimulating the intestinal walls under the pressure of the butt plug, forming a third layer of aching, swollen discomfort.
“Mmm… ah ha…”
I started uncontrollably making sounds. My body twisted and moved on its own to meet his. Saliva and lewd fluids continuously overflowed from the corners of my mouth and the joining place. The pleasure piled up too fast, almost suffocating.
The two suddenly accelerated at the same time. Two fleshy cocks, one in front and one behind, thrust fiercely in and out. I felt as if I had been pinned in place, able only to endure it. The climax came violently and lasted a long time, my body convulsing hard and my vision going white. Almost at the same time, two thick streams of semen were poured respectively into the mouth and the vagina.
Afterward, they dragged me, nearly exhausted, out of the car and removed the butt plug beneath a nearby large tree. The instant the obstruction was gone, the enema liquid mixed with feces shot out. The master and Ahong laughed softly nearby. Then the two took turns pouring urine over me, calling it "washing."
The night wind quickly dried my body, but left behind a strong, pungent smell. The master leaned out from the driver's seat, his voice suddenly turning gentle: 'Get in, bitch.'
I looked up, glanced at the lonely starry sky, then looked at him. The corner of my mouth uncontrollably curled into a satisfied smile.
"...Yes, Master."
The car started again. In the rearview mirror, I saw my neck still wearing the collar and the still-damp cat suit under my coat. Tonight's training was over, but the lingering sensations in my body continued to radiate heat. I knew nights like this would come again.
The car slowly drove away from Daan Forest Park. The back seat cushion was still laid flat. I curled up in the corner, my coat barely covering my naked upper body and the soaked cat suit. The collar was still around my neck, one end of the chain loosely resting on the edge of the seat. The air was thick with the mixed smells of semen, urine, and the lingering fishy odor from the enema, almost suffocatingly dense.
The master’s profile while driving flickered in and out under the streetlights. Ah-Hong sat in the front passenger seat, occasionally turning back to glance at me, his gaze still carrying lingering excitement and a trace of awkwardness. No one said a word the whole way. I closed my eyes, but my body was still trembling faintly. Semen left inside my vagina was slowly seeping out, the place in my anus where I had been plugged felt sore and swollen, and the red marks left by the wooden clips on my nipples were still faintly burning. With every breath, the mesh cat suit rubbed against my sensitive skin, as if countless tiny fingers were reminding me: everything that happened tonight was real.
The car stopped on a small road outside the community. The Master turned off the engine, turned around, and his voice returned to its usual calm yet unyielding tone: 'Put your coat on. Keep the collar on for now; take it off when you get home.'
As instructed, I buttoned up my coat, trying to cover up the mess inside. Ahong handed me my small bag, which only contained my phone and keys. When I took it, my fingertips brushed against his hand, and we both paused for a moment. He whispered, "... take care," then got out of the car first and disappeared into the night.
The master got out of the car and walked around to the back seat, opening the door. He didn’t immediately let me get out, but instead reached a hand into my coat, his fingers sliding through the mesh of the cat suit to my smooth mons, gently pressing the still-wet slit. “Still leaking,” he said with a low laugh. “Go home and wash yourself clean. Tomorrow at 12 noon, send me a photo.”
"Yes... master."
He helped me tuck the chain into my coat pocket, patted my cheek, as if soothing a pet that had just been used. "Go on."
I walked toward the community gate in high heels. With each step, the residual fluid inside me trickled down a bit more, the sticky discomfort on my inner thighs unbearable. The sound of swiping the access card seemed especially loud in the deep night. As I went upstairs, I deliberately softened my footsteps, afraid of disturbing anyone.
Pushing open the home door, the living room light was still on. The TV was already off; my husband was probably asleep. I tiptoed into the bedroom, locked the door, and only then dared to take off my coat. The reflection in the mirror was a mess: my makeup was mostly smeared, my lipstick rubbed off leaving only traces, the red collar around my neck was glaringly conspicuous, the cat outfit was stained with semen and urine, and the area around my thighs was covered in dried, white, turbid marks.
I first took off the collar and placed it in the locked box at the very bottom of the drawer. Then I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The moment the hot water rushed down, my body involuntarily went weak. I crouched in the bathtub, fingers probing toward my lower body, scooping out the remaining semen bit by bit. During the movements, all the scenes from tonight surged back—the smell of urine in the public restroom, the feeling of the chain pulling on my neck, the depth of Ah Hong's cock hitting my throat, the familiar yet performative thrusts when my master entered from behind.
My fingers unconsciously sped up. My clitoris trembled with sensitivity as soon as the hot water hit it. I bit my own arm to keep any sound from escaping, yet I still climaxed once more during the brief self-pleasure. The orgasm came urgently and briefly, like an aftershock. After it ended, I sat in the bathtub in a daze. The hot water slowly turned lukewarm until goosebumps rose on my skin, and then I stood up.
After thoroughly washing every inch of my skin, I changed into ordinary pajamas and put the cat costume, high heels, and all the props into that locked box. In front of the mirror, I reapplied light makeup, covering the redness at the corners of my eyes, and only then lay back down on the bed. My husband was turned away from me, breathing evenly. I stared at the ceiling, but my heartbeat still refused to settle down.
The afterglow of my body was still warm. The vaginal opening was slightly swollen, and the feeling of having my anus used was as clear as if something was still inside. Strangely, there was even a hint of emptiness in my heart—after the fullness of being filled by two men simultaneously tonight faded, only a hollow chill remained.
The next day at 11:50 AM, I locked myself in the master bedroom bathroom. Set up the phone stand, adjusted the angle to capture the lower body. I took off my underwear, spread my legs to the camera, gently parted my labia with fingers, revealing the still slightly swollen tender flesh inside. Took three photos, chose the clearest one, sent it to Master's LINE.
In less than a minute, a reply came: “The swelling looks good. Nine o’clock tonight, same place, wait for me. Wear the outfit from last night, and only put a coat on over it.”
I stared at that line of text, my breathing becoming irregular again. My fingers uncontrollably probed downward, circling the swollen entrance. My husband would come home for lunch at noon, I had to get my emotions in order before he returned. But my body was already starting to heat up, my nipples hardening through my bra, pressing against the fabric.
At eight forty in the evening, I walked into the bedroom again. This time, I was more prepared. The cat costume had been washed and dried by me, and when I put it on again, the feeling of the mesh against my skin was familiar and comforting. The collar, chain, wooden clips, and handcuffs were all placed in a small bag. Covered by a coat, it still looked like an ordinary night out.
In the living room, I said in my usual tone, 'I'm going to the supermarket to buy some things.' My husband hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes not leaving his phone. I changed into red high heels, and the moment I closed the door, my heart was already beating so fast it hurt.
At the community entrance, the SUV was still parked in the same spot. This time, the passenger seat was empty, and the back seat was also vacant. I opened the door and got in, my first words still: "Master."
He turned to look at me, his gaze lingering on my face for a few seconds, then reached out and undid the top two buttons of my coat, revealing the cat outfit and collar underneath. 「Put it on yourself.」
I took the collar out of my bag and fastened it around my neck in front of him. The chain hung on my chest, its cold touch making my nipples stand erect immediately. Master didn't start the car right away; instead, he reached into the mesh, pinched one nipple marked by the wooden clip, and twisted it hard.
"Hiss..." I cried out in pain, but my body leaned forward, bringing my chest even closer.
"You were exposed and used by Ah Hong last night—did you touch yourself when you got home?" he asked.
"Yes..." I answered honestly, "when I was taking a bath... I went again."
“Honesty. Reward you.” He let go, started the car, “Today it’s only us. Go to the back alley of that acupressure shop from last time. After you get out of the car, crawl the whole way.”
The car headed towards the city center. On the way, he had me take off my coat completely, leaving only the cat suit and collar. At red lights, he would reach over, insert two fingers into my already wet vagina, slowly pump them a few times, then pull them out and stuff his fingers, covered in my juices, into my mouth for me to lick clean. I sucked on his fingers, my tongue carefully curling around every inch until he nodded in satisfaction.
The alley behind the acupressure shop was very dark, only faint light from a distant streetlamp. After the car stopped, the owner got out first, opened the back door, and held one end of the chain in hand. 'Get down. On all fours.'
Biting my lip, I slowly climbed down from the car. My knees touched the rough ground, my high heels taken away by him, leaving my bare feet on the cool concrete. The crotch of the cat costume was already soaked with arousal. As I crawled on my knees, the damp fabric rubbed against my smooth mons, each movement producing subtle wet sounds.
He held the chain and walked unhurriedly deeper into the alley. I followed on my hands and knees, my arms and knees quickly covered in dust. Occasionally, if I heard voices or vehicles passing in the distance, I would instinctively want to shrink back, only to be pulled tighter by the chain. The master didn’t look back: “Lift your head. Push your chest out. Let people passing by, if they look this way, see your tits shaking.”
I did as told. Her breasts beneath the mesh swayed gently as she crawled, nipples hard and aching. After about fifty meters, he stopped in front of a deserted loading platform and turned to look at me kneeling on the ground.
"Tear open the cat's crotch yourself."
I reached out and grabbed the already soaked fabric, tearing it forcefully. The sound of fabric ripping was especially clear in the quiet alley. The smooth vulva was completely exposed to the night breeze; the chill made me shiver, yet more fluid flowed out.
The master unfastened his pants, and his fully erect cock sprang out, slapping against my face. “First, lick. Use the mouth you used on Ah-Hong last night.”
I opened my mouth and took the entire length in. His taste was all too familiar to me, yet because of the contrast with someone else last night, it felt even more reassuring. I worked hard, bobbing my head, my tongue swirling around the glans, occasionally deep-throating to the point of near suffocation. He pressed the back of my head, not letting me retreat, until tears seeped from the corners of my eyes. Then he pulled out, tugged the chain to make me turn around, and entered from behind.
"The slutty cunt that was used by two men last night belongs to me tonight only." As he spoke, he thrust in hard. No stretching, straight in all the way. I cried out in pain, then was engulfed by pleasure. His thrusts were powerful, each one slamming into the deepest part; his balls slapped against my smooth mons pubis, making lewd wet sounds.
Occasionally, there were stray cats meowing in the alley, or the sound of motorcycles in the distance. I was forced to kneel and endure, hands on the ground, nipples painfully hard in the cold wind. The master suddenly stopped, pulled me up, pressed my back against the cold wall, lifted one of my legs, and entered again. This position went extremely deep, I could only cling to his shoulders, my whole body almost nailed to the wall.
The climax came fast and fierce. I bit his shoulder, my body convulsing violently, my vagina tightly clenched. He gasped and sped up, finally ejaculating deep inside. The semen was copious and hot, filling my lower abdomen until it slightly swelled.
He didn’t withdraw immediately, but while still inside me, reached out and swept his hand over the place where we were joined, smearing the mixed fluid onto my lower abdomen. “Clamp tight. Don’t let anything leak out before you get home.”
I nodded, my legs weak as I knelt down again. He put away the chain and had me crawl back to the car. After getting in, he took a clean towel from the back seat, simply wiped the dust from my knees and palms, then draped the coat over me again.
On the way back, he had me spread my legs and used his fingers to open my vaginal opening, checking inside by the light of the street lamps. 'You held it well. I need to see the swollen look for the photos to be sent tomorrow.'
I responded, but my body started heating up again. The place where he had cum contracted and released, the semen tightly locked inside, creating a strange sense of fullness. This feeling of being marked, commanded, and continuously used seeped into my bones like poison.
By the time I got home, it was nearly eleven. I slipped in quietly the same way, took a shower, cleaned up, and locked all the evidence in a box. When I lay on the bed, my husband was still asleep. I turned onto my side, buried my face in the pillow, but my fingers again reached toward my lower body. The swollen entrance trembled with sensitivity at the slightest touch. I imagined the master’s voice, the weight of the chain, the shame of crawling on my knees in the alley, and soon came again.
The emptiness after climax came faster. Staring into the darkness, I suddenly wanted to pick up my phone immediately and ask him when the next session would be. But I knew the rule—I could only wait for him to contact me.
The afterglow of my body was still continuing to warm up. The semen left in my vagina, the faint scrapes on my knees, the red marks left by the collar on my neck—all reminded me: nights like this would come again. And they would go deeper each time, becoming more and more irreversible.
I closed my eyes, but the corners of my mouth lifted slightly.
On this bed shared with my husband, I have completely transformed into another man's bitch. And I, willingly.
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