Bright house slave

Author: smlianzu
Word count: 28491
It has been more than a month since Minglang came to the county where Tingting’s master lives and became his master’s slave. Although Tingting is not particularly beautiful, her graceful figure exudes a cold and arrogant temperament, which has a fatal attraction to slaves. The relationship between Qinglang and Tingting’s master is very delicate. Although she is a domestic slave, Tingting never restricts Qinglang’s activities. As long as she completes the tasks assigned by her master, Qinglang can do anything at home, such as watching TV and surfing the Internet. Tingting also gave Minglang a small room of her own. Minglang is a SOHO family. After completing the tasks of the master, he usually spends money in the room by writing for magazines, publishing some books and online stores. Although Qingming can usually walk around freely, he must kneel when the master is at home. As usual, every 5 o’clock, Minglang would kneel at the door and wait for his master’s return. Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door from the master. After Minglang opened the door, he immediately knelt down on the ground and used it as a stool for his master. Although it’s only been more than a month, Tingting’s training has made Minglang understand all the living habits of the master and how to take care of him. Tingting didn’t say a word, and sat directly on Minglang’s back, with her feet in front of Minglang’s shoulders. Minglang put one hand on the ground, and started to help Tingting change shoes with the other hand. He skillfully helped Tingting unzip the chains of her boots, took them off and then put on slippers. “Come me into the room” Tingting ordered coldly. Before entering the room, Tingting ordered Mingming to kneel at the door and wait. After 20 minutes, Tingting changed into a riding outfit, black riding boots and a spur. White tight breeches and a red riding jacket. This is the first time that Minglang has been here for more than a month and Tingting is going to ride him in such a formal attire. Mingming was extremely excited. At this time, Tingting just asked Qinglang coldly: “How long have you been serving me?” “More than a month, master.” Tingting continued to ask: “Would you like to be my slave and my horse forever?” “Yes, master.” Minglang replied without hesitation. “Okay, you get down.” Master Tingting put the saddle on Minglang’s back, and put on the horse CHENG and knee pads! Put the horse chain on Minglang’s mouth. Then he sat on it, and Minglang also consciously helped his master put his feet on the horse. Tingting rode on Minglang’s back and made some adjustments. As soon as she pulled the horse chain with her hand, Minglang raised her head high and looked ahead. Tingting was holding the horse chain in her hand, and when she exerted force with her right hand, Minglang’s head would be pulled to look to the right, and Minglang knew that she had to turn to the right. As long as Minglang’s speed slowed down a little bit, the spurs would mercilessly pierce into Qinglang’s flesh, and Qinglang didn’t dare to neglect at all. After crawling around the house for 20 minutes, Minglang was out of breath. At this time, Tingting asked Minglang to stop in front of a full-length mirror, and adjusted her clothes in front of the mirror, and also took a look at the mirror.What is the expression of the horse under his crotch. Minglang was already exhausted, and when he stopped, he lowered his head and gasped for breath. But as soon as Tingting used both hands, she raised her bright head and looked in the mirror. Minglang suddenly felt inexplicably excited when he saw Tingting in a rider’s outfit riding on his back in a heroic manner. But it was just that moment of respite. Tingting’s cold voice came again: “Shake it up and down for me.” Minglang began to shake his body slightly, but in exchange for the spurs piercing his body again, “faster and wider.” Minglang lowered his head and shook desperately, Tingting enjoyed the pleasure of shaking up and down on his back. Minglang really has no strength, and his speed is getting slower and slower. Tingting also knew that Minglang was reaching his limit, and she didn’t stab him with spurs this time. Instead, he bent down and touched Mingming’s face, “Come on, stand up.” The voice was soft and encouraging. Tingting is not only ruthless, but also smart. She knows how to control slaves and how to make them serve her better. “You said you were willing to be my horse. I want you to hunch me up now. Hurry up.” Tingting kept using words to stimulate Qingming. Minglang took a short breath and was about to stand up, half kneeling on the ground and trying to stand up. But he was already too tired. Standing and Tingting had been riding on his back, his waist was already sore and painful. Now bent over and hunched over Tingting, he can’t stand up no matter what. At this time, Tingting was standing on the horse, and she lifted Minglang’s head vigorously with her hands, and shouted loudly: “Get up with me, my slave. Get up, my slave.”