Love Sky Collection, FYUUI

Author: aaaav
Word count: 15307
everything’s ready. I was standing in front of the apartment with two bags. Everything is gone, all property is sold. The money from the sale is in one bag in my hand, and in the other bag are some documents I prepared and a few tools I need. I bid farewell to my previous life and started on the road. My car has been sold, so I have to take the train.

I still get to enjoy being human for a few hours and think about whether my decision was worth it. Honestly, this thing was mostly my idea. But her willingness to agree strengthened my resolve. After all, it was admirable to die for her, especially since my idea excited her so much.

Eight hours later, I arrived in her city. I took the bus and got off at a stop a few blocks from her house. Then walk to her home. I tried to avoid being seen along the way. It was a fine day.

Why, you ask, should I try to avoid being seen? It turned out that she and I planned to make me disappear. So that I could be fully owned by her, owned in a very literal sense. In order to facilitate this scheme, I have to be “missing”. I sent the relocation notice to the utility company, and sent a resignation letter to the unit where I worked, and of course I did not write a return address. All my property was sold for 200,000 yuan, and I will give all of the money to her.

Standing in front of her house, I was shaking with excitement. I knocked on the door a few times as she instructed, and she let me in immediately.

“Hey, you’re even more handsome than in the picture.” She looked me over from head to toe and said, “I’m so happy. The more handsome you are, the better I’ll feel when I use you.” She gave me a big smile, and I was instantly hooked.

I put down my bag and knelt on the ground. I really don’t know what to do. I was immediately captivated by the warm atmosphere, hardwood floors and tasteful decor of the house. There was a scent of flowers, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

“Come with me!” she said, picking up her bag and walking towards the living room. I crawled into the living room after her, still on my knees. She sat down on the chair, opened the bag and checked the contents. She put the money bag aside without looking carefully or counting the money inside. Then I opened a letter I wrote last night and read it carefully. The letter was actually a suicide note. Honestly, I’m terrified of writing stuff like this. But I have to write, mostly to protect her. In case something happens to me, I absolutely don’t want her to get into a lawsuit.

She put the suicide note aside, put the tools in her bag, and turned to me and said, “The materials you need are in the bathroom, and I won’t bother you until you’re done. I hope to finish by daylight. You won’t be allowed to eat, rest, or even relax until you’re done. Got it?”

“I see!” I replied, with an urge deep in my heart to sayCall her queen, but it feels wrong because she never instructed me to do so. nzxs1.com

“Okay, put away your tools and follow me!” she said, rising from her chair and heading out of the living room, down a carpeted hallway and up a flight of stairs, and into the bathroom. Needless to say, I crawled along behind her ass the whole way. The bathroom walls are painted yellow and white with cream trim. The white sink and bathtub scenery is shining. There is a flush toilet located in the bathroom, but this flush toilet is about to be removed. The tools and materials I need are piled on the floor: power tools, lumber, nails, six bags of plaster powder, and a Queen’s potty chair.

She left without a word and I got to work right away. The drawings were designed by me and approved by her. She even praised me and said that a lot of hard work must have gone into such a delicate drawing, so I smiled.

My first job was to dismantle the toilet, which included cutting the pipes and removing the base. Then I started drilling holes in the wall. On the other side of the wall is the closet of the hostess bedroom, the walls are not thick so it is easy to work with. After these two jobs were done, I removed the construction debris and then used the wood to create the wooden boxes. The volume of this wooden box should be enough for me to lie flat and allow me to climb into it, and besides, there is not much room left. But it doesn’t matter to me because my body will be immobilized. After the box was built, I inserted the slats into the box to make a “shelf” for me to lie on. The slats were spaced 1 foot apart for maximum support. Then I screwed some lifting rings to the wall of the box, and drilled a few holes in different parts of the wooden box. I pushed the wooden box into the hole in the wall, and found that the box fit the hole exactly, and I was very proud. After the wooden box was pushed to the end of the closet, it protruded about 1 foot from the wall of the bathroom. I painted the protrusion the same paint as the bathroom walls.

Next is to build the head of the wooden box. I used the Queen’s Potty Chair. The toilet chair can lock the head of the male slave under the seat to make a human toilet for the queens to use. I used epoxy to glue a rubber funnel to the lower edge of the seat opening, and glued the lower end of the funnel to an open rubber hood. After the adhesive dries, it will form a permanent sealing system.

Finally, I used a large foot basin to mix the gypsum powder into a paste. I went downstairs to the living room and kneeled in front of her. She is eating while watching TV. I was so hungry that I panicked, but watching her chewing with her small mouth made me so excited that I forgot my hunger.

“I’m done!” I said to her.

“That’s great!” she exclaimed happily, jumping up from the sofa. She walked straight downstairs to the bathroom and I crawled behind her. She took a look at my masterpiece as a whole, and then went over it.

“Very beautiful,” she complimented, and I felt my heart warm.

She turned around, stared at me for a long time, and then said, “Stand up, take off your clothes!” I immediately stood up and started to undo my belt, which I folded neatly and placed on the floor.She watched me undress and said, “I’m giving you one last chance.