Qiuchi silent

Summary: Playing with the dog is not busy

The day Xie Qiuchi moved out, he just sent Mu Zhe a text message, and Mu Zhe asked if he wanted to help, but after he politely refused, Mu Zhe didn't reply to the message.

He really didn't have much to take, so he just took a taxi and made a trip, and he didn't think it was necessary for his master to go with him.

Although Mu Zhe doesn't practice the idea of ​​"kneeling down as a slave and standing up as a friend", he doesn't have such high demands on slaves outside of training, and he is quite gentle, but he still has a feeling of awe towards Mu Zhe.

Besides, apart from this relationship, he still doesn't want Mu Zhe to get too involved in his life.

If there is too much involvement, it is easy to be inseparable. It is not good for him or Mu Zhe to be inseparable.

Xie Qiuchi cleaned the new house and collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion.After a while, he picked up his phone and took a look to confirm that Mu Zhe really ignored him, so he began to wonder if he didn't say what he said just now, which made Mu Zhe unhappy again.

After all, Mu Zhe seldom doesn't reply to messages, and most of the conversations between the two ended with his "um". He always felt that Mu Zhe's habit was very reassuring, but now that Mu Zhe didn't reply, it would make him feel a little nervous. On tenterhooks.

There was still a whole afternoon to kill, Xie Qiuchi didn't know if Mu Zhe was busy, so after thinking about it, he still sent him a text message.

"Master, are you busy?"

This time, Mu Zhe's news came back quickly: "It's not busy to play with dogs."

"Is the dog coming to find the owner?"

"10 minutes."

It took about 10 minutes to walk from here to Mu Zhe's house, 10 minutes was too tight, Xie Qiuchi immediately stood up and started running to Mu Zhe's house.

When he arrived, he glanced at his watch, there was still one minute to go, luckily he was not late, but Mu Zhe opened the door and let him in, glanced at him with a half-smile, and said: "Ten slaps, slap yourself."

Xie Qiuchi was stunned: "There is still one minute..."

He stopped his voice under Mu Zhe's suddenly cold face, knelt down and slapped himself several times.

After ten times, Mu Zhe looked at his face: "Add another ten times, do you understand the counting and apology?"

"The cheap dog understands." Xie Qiuchi panted a little, but the force with which he slapped himself remained undiminished, and even increased on purpose.

"One, master, the bitch is wrong."

"Second, master, the bitch is wrong."

"Three, master, the bitch is wrong."

"..."

After twenty strokes of the slap, Xie Qiuchi's face had turned red, and his hands and face were numb from the pain.

"Do you know why you were asked to add ten times?"

He tentatively asked: "The cheap dog slapped too lightly before?"

"wrong."

"The cheap dog didn't obey the master's first order." Xie Qiuchi thought for a while and said with certainty.

"It's right this time," Mu Zhe stepped on his thigh as a reward, "What about the first time?"

Xie Qiuchi didn't execute the order immediately because of doubts, so he couldn't guess it now, so he shook his head honestly: "The bitch doesn't know."

"Because I like to see you do this." Mu Zhe smiled, "My preferences are the first standard of your behavior."

Xie Qiuchi took a tight breath: "The bitch knows."

"Go to the stairs."

After Xie Qiuchi took off his clothes, he followed Mu Zhe to the stairs, knelt beside him and separated his legs, keeping his ankles together. Because of this posture, he could only maintain his balance by supporting the ground with his hands.

Mu Zhe didn't make it difficult for him, but tied him with a leash and asked him to follow him up the stairs.

The last time Xie Qiuchi entered the tuning classroom on the second floor was because of being whipped, he was instinctively afraid of it, and subconsciously paused when he crawled to the door.

Mu Zhe felt it immediately, and slapped his backhand: "Did I tell you to stop?"

Xie Qiuchi shook his head, and immediately followed closely, not daring to hesitate any longer.

Mu Zhe led him to a large mirror in the training room, asked him to separate his knees, put his hands behind his head, and lightly flicked his upturned genitals: "A slap can be hard ?”

Xie Qiuchi gave a soft "hmm", lowered his eyes subconsciously, and was immediately pulled by his hair: "Look in the mirror."

He could only stare at himself in the mirror without moving.

"Why hard?"

The face of the person in the mirror was red and slightly swollen, and it hurt to look at it, but the genitals under him were hard, showing the excitement of its owner.

Xie Qiuchi gasped twice: "It's because the bitch slapped itself in front of its master... that's why it's hard..."

"Oh... so you're just a bitch who likes to be mean." Mu Zhe said, and asked again, "Have you cleaned the dog's hole?"

"It's cleaned up, master." Because sometimes Mu Zhe would insert something behind him, so he was used to cleaning up first.

"So impatient?" Mu Zhe grabbed his nipple and rubbed it back and forth, the nipple soon hardened, "Do you want to be fucked, bitch?"

Xie Qiuchi was stunned for a moment: "Master wants to..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Zhe looked at him with raised eyebrows: "What?"

"Is the master going to fuck a bitch?"

He spoke low and fast, like a dragonfly flying across the water, and Mu Zhe would not be able to hear the context clearly, he was a little surprised: "You don't accept 10?"

"No," Xie Qiuchi shook his head hesitantly, "The bitch didn't think about it."

Mu Zhe was happy: "You don't want to fucking think about it, but you think a lot about what you shouldn't."

Before Xie Qiuchi had time to ask what he shouldn't be thinking, Mu Zhe had already changed the conversation: "I won't fuck you today."

Xie Qiuchi swallowed the question back, nodded obediently, and felt relieved, but couldn't figure out what it meant.

Mu Zhe replaced the leash with a handcuffed dog leash, tightened the collar, and handcuffed Xie Qiuchi to the wall.

"Come on, choose one you like, don't say that your master doesn't give you the right to choose."

Before Xie Qiuchi got out of Mu Zhe's words, he saw Mu Zhe open a drawer in a blink of an eye, and it was full of long, short, thick and thin dildos.

"..." He was a little confused, didn't he say no to fuck?

Mu Zhe knew what he was thinking at a glance, and flicked him on the forehead: "If you don't fuck you, you think you will be idle behind? Are you free? Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Xie Qiuchi immediately realized that he was wrong. Mu Zhe said he wouldn't fuck him, but he didn't want to fuck him.Seeing that Mu Zhe was a little impatient, he quickly picked out a normal-sized one, held it up and looked at Mu Zhe: "Master, is there any lubricant?"

Mu Zhe didn't speak, it seemed that he didn't intend to let him use lubricant.Xie Qiuchi had no choice but to raise the dildo to his mouth and lick it wet with his tongue before stuffing it down.

Although the back was cleaned only in the morning, it was still a bit dry when it was pushed in. Xie Qiuchi lay on the ground under Mu Zhe's gaze, and stretched the dildo with two fingers hastily, before enduring the pain and stuffing the dildo in. went.

It was the first time he stuffed this thing, and it was a little harder to get used to than the vibrating egg, and it made him uncomfortable, and it took a while before he slowly knelt up again.

Who knew that Mu Zhe lifted his foot to kick him, and said casually: "I didn't see clearly, stuff it again."

Xie Qiuchi thought he had heard wrong.

Mu Zhe asked: "You want me to say it again?"

Shocked, he immediately pulled out the dildo again, feeling a little distressed while holding it in his hand.

How can I see clearly?

He thought for a while, changed from a kneeling position to a sitting position, bent his knees wide apart and faced Mu Zhe, when he was about to stuff it again, Mu Zhe said again: "Don't you see how you got in?"

Xie Qiuchi obediently looked at the mirror, and swallowed the dildo bit by bit while looking at himself. After swallowing, he was so excited that he couldn't stand it anymore, and looked at Mu Zhe from the mirror panting.

Mu Zhe straddled his shoulders and rode on his neck: "You are allowed to shoot today, you can do it yourself."

"Thank you master."

The dildo is very realistic, and there are even raised veins on it. Xie Qiuchi almost had the illusion that he was really being fucked when he was thrusting. He rubbed against the prostate a few times, which made him tremble a little.

He tried his best not to cry out, but Mu Zhe liked to hear him moan, and when he saw him biting his lip, he would put his hand into his mouth and play with his tongue, and the moan overflowed from his lips, which couldn't be suppressed.

After a few times, Xie Qiuchi understood Mu Zhe's intentions, and no longer tried to suppress it. Mu Zhe turned to grab his nipples to play with, and patted his face from time to time: "Put it hard, don't you want to cum? Then just one Don't shoot for a month."

Xie Qiuchi straightened his legs, and even curled his toes together, but no matter how he inserted it, it still missed the point. He just couldn't shoot, so he could only raise his head and beg Mu Zhe: "Master, please, please step on me!" Bitch..."

"Where are you stepping on?" Mu Zhe rubbed his chest hard, pressing down all the way, and asked, "Step here? Step here? Or here?"

When the hand slipped and fell to an important place, it stopped.

Xie Qiuchi groaned impatiently, and wanted to rub his penis against Mu Zhe's hand, but fortunately he came to his senses halfway and forcibly stopped himself, and the corners of his eyes were red: "I beg the master to step on the dick of the bitch."

Then Mu Zhe put his feet on his erect genitals, rubbed them a few times, and stabbed maliciously on the glans with his toes.

Xie Qiuchi's voice suddenly became louder.

"Are you cool, bitch?"

"Hmm... cool, cool dog... ah... master..." He yelled and rubbed against the soles of Mu Zhe's feet. ...The bitch is going to... ah... going to cum!"

Mu Zhe didn't let him bear it, and said generously: "Shoot."

Xie Qiuchi took a few breaths after shooting, and quickly recovered, and asked Mu Zhe for instructions: "Can the bitch help the master clean up?"

When he ejaculated just now, almost all of it splashed on the bottom of Mu Zhe's feet.

"Do you need to ask? Your feet are all dirty by your things. Be more conscious next time." Mu Zhe raised his feet and rubbed them against his chest, rubbing most of the semen on Xie Qiuchi's body before pressing it on his face. He licks it clean.

Pull him to the mirror and let him see how he is covered in semen: "Look, what a little bitch."

The red tide of excitement on Xie Qiuchi's face hadn't completely faded yet, and Mu Zhe patted his butt after hearing that, "I can only wash at night, do you understand?"

"The cheap dog understands." Xie Qiuchi nodded.