raise (livestock)


(i)

I had been researching SM for months by reading about it and talking to people who had experience with it, and then I met my first owner. He took me back and showed me a lot of stuff on the subject, which made it very exciting for me, and it was exactly the kind of fun I had dreamed of.

We were together for almost a year and he was very experienced and introduced me to many people and took me to many places. But I felt I needed more than that, so we parted ways amicably. If he knew what I’m thinking now, he might have stopped me and told me that what I’m pursuing could change my life.

I’ve only ever told one person where I was going and what I was going to do.

I saw a personal ad on the internet and wrote to answer it, and then we corresponded with each other over the course of a few months. I wrote short essays and answered questions about wants, desires, dreams, etc. I revealed to him through letters all my experiences from childhood to the present, and these questions were not only about BDSM, but also about other aspects of my life. He wants me to answer his questions as quickly and precisely and directly as possible, and today we are going to have a face-to-face final interview to confirm his acceptance of me. This requires that I will be with him for the next two weeks, under his tutelage.

I gazed at the beautiful girl in the mirror, “Rue,” I muttered: “Are you crazy? You’re really going to do it! But if you don’t, you’ll never know what SM is like.” I looked at the makeup on my face, and laughed: “Okay, go!”

I was dressed very appropriately in a skirt, blouse, heels and stockings, “Isn’t that what you’ve been after? Now everything is ready.” I said giving myself a pep talk so that I suddenly felt confident. I grabbed my purse, took one last look at my place and finally walked out the door.

I arrived at the promised office area, walked to the office I was looking for 155, gulped hard, then turned the handle and stepped inside.

It seemed like a simple lounge, a table with a computer on it, a couch and a chair against the wall. I sat down and the clock on the wall pointed to 5:25, I was 25 minutes early. Time seemed to be passing very slowly, and I still had time to get up, put all the thoughts out of my head, and leave, but I immediately dismissed them.

That’s when the door across the hall opened, “Hello.” He said to me with a smile. He was wearing a dark gray suit, white shirt, and a striped tie. His voice was low, and his dark eyes seemed to have a penetrating power, “You must be Ms. Yun, right? Are you ready? You can still choose to leave, but as soon as you walk through this door with me and I decide to take you on as my client, you won’t be able to turn back for two weeks. Understand?”

I felt my lips curl and wondered how my words had gotten out, “I’m ready.”

I replied, while standing up and following him through the door.

He sat behind a desk and asked me to sit in a chair directly in front of him. “We had a good exchange before.” He said, “I’m still going through the files on you and have a few more questions to ask you before I can decide. You can only answer with a yes or no, and you can’t add any comments, understand?”

“Yes.” I heard myself say.

“Okay, then let’s get started!” His voice seemed very calm and commanding.

“Do you have a complete understanding of the rules we’ve discussed over the past few weeks?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sure you’ll want to quit every now and then over the next few weeks, but that’s not going to happen. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then sign this paper agreeing to what we have discussed. Are you willing to sign it now?”

“Yes.”

He handed me a pen and I picked it up, shakily signing my name. I took a deep breath and then put the pen down.

He stood up and said, “Come with me, give me your wallet, you won’t be needing any of this stuff, I’ll keep it safe for you for a couple weeks.” He took my wallet and locked it in the filing cabinet, then we walked out of the office and down the hallway to the street behind the office building.

His car was right at the back exit and I opened the door and got in, only to feel my legs go weak and a little urge to gag at the same time.

We drove about 45 kilometers to a small road. It was getting late, so he put on some relaxing music, and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the melody. The road got narrower and narrower, reaching into a jungle, and when it started to drizzle, he turned on his headlights and I realized we were circling up a futile incline. Then he turned onto a muddy trail and drove for a few more kilometers.

We hadn’t talked in all this time and I suddenly felt very alone. Doubts flooded my mind, I must be crazy to be alone in a car with a stranger and to spend weeks with him. I felt my palms getting sweaty and kept wiping them on my skirt.

We finally stopped deep in the jungle, in front of a wooden door. He got out of the car and opened the door, then drove the car in, stopped the car, and he closed the door again.

When he returned to the car again, he smiled and said: “Do you think it’s a little far?” With that, he put his hand on my thigh and stroked back and forth on my stocking. With his touch, my heart beating faster and faster, and feel a little nervous. He smiled, “You’ll learn how to relax quickly, but take your time.” He put his hands back on the steering wheel.

We arrived at a cottage, the porch light was still on, the rain had stopped, and I heard the harsh sound of tires resting on gravel.

I opened the door and the humid fresh air of the forest immediately hit me after the rain, along with the chirping of tree frogs and the crickets singing in the night. He walks ahead of me and opens the door as we walk into the cottage, the noise he makes as he casually tosses his keys on the small table scares me and makes me jump.

“Take it easy.” He cracked a smile, “Isn’t that what you’d expect? We’ll be here for the next two weeks. We won’t be too lonely, because we’ll have guests from time to time.”

We went to the living room and he took a seat on the couch while I stood in the center of the living room. When he looked at me, I felt as if his gaze pierced through my clothes and looked all the way inside.

“Then take off your clothes now!” His voice seemed so sure that it could not be refuted.

I started to undress, my fingers were so stiff that it made moving around a little difficult. But soon I was standing naked in the room, my breasts standing firm on my chest, my nipples beginning to harden, and my bottom becoming damp with arousal. I put my hands behind my back and waited for the next instruction.

“It seems you will have to learn hard from the beginning. First, you must learn how to present your body to your master. Come, spread your legs.”

I hurriedly spread my legs, my feet on the soft, warm carpet. He stood up and walked towards me, I closed my eyes, I thought he was going to touch my body, my whole body trembled slightly but with a sense of anticipation.

“Get your clothes and come with me.” He said. I did as he instructed and followed him to the basement door, he opened it and I followed him to the basement.

He stopped in front of a black and red wooden door: “This is where you’ll be staying.” He opened the door, and inside was a very small space with no furnishings. A simple bed was placed against the wall with only a blanket on it; there was also a standing lamp with an alarm clock on it.

“Set the clock for seven in the morning.” He said, then closed the door and went out, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the alarm clock, I suddenly felt lonely. This was not at all what I expected, all I expected was to be trained as a slave, he didn’t even touch me, examine me, was I wrong?

I lay down on my bed and looked at the clock; it was already eleven o’clock at night. I still had my clothes in my hand, I wanted to find a place to hang them up, and realized that there was no place in the room to hang them, I had to fold them up and put them on the floor at the end of the bed, so that there would be no wrinkles. I put the blanket over me, which was of poor quality, like a military canvas bag, and the hairs on it were sticking in my body and hurting me a little, but I had to cover myself with it because it was so cold.

“I’d better sleep!” I rolled over, tears suddenly in my eyes.

I was so disappointed, and this was only the first night, with two more weeks to come. I started to rethink all my plans, all the decisions I had made. I didn’t even know there was a place like this, it was like something out of a novel, and I didn’t think I’d actually come across it. There really are flirts, and there really are girls like me who come to these flirts.

I called my best friend, Rui, and told her what I was going to do, where I was going to be, and who I was going to be with for the next two weeks. She tried to talk me out of it, and we argued a lot, but those arguments made me feel even more like I had to get a taste of what it would be like. Rui was probably right, I shouldn’t be so stupid. She thinks it’s sick and feels a little scared.

What do I do now? The door to the room was locked and there was no turning back. I felt so tired that I just closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

(ii)

The alarm clock shrilled, waking me from my sleep, disoriented and still unsure of where I was. It was still light out, and I lay in bed, wrapping the blankets desperately tight around me, my mind still reeling from last night. I turned on the light, got up and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched, brushed my hair casually with my hands, then stood up and went to the end of the bed to get my clothes. There was nothing there! My clothes were gone! That’s when I heard the door open and he was standing there.

“Up? Rue.” He said, “Let’s get started! Follow me.” She took me upstairs to a small bathroom and handed me a plastic bag with shampoo, soap, razor, toothbrush and toothpaste.

“I want a clean shave on you every day. Understand?”

“Yes sir.” I said, my voice a little hoarse.

He turned and walked out while saying, “Don’t close the door, you only have ten minutes, towels are in the cupboard; come to the kitchen when you’re done.”

I hurriedly jumped into the bathtub and turned on the faucet… I hadn’t realized how nervous I was until the warm water overflowed my body and I relaxed. I washed my hair, washed my pussy with soap and shaved it clean. Grabbing a towel, I dried myself as quickly as possible and ran to the kitchen.

Breakfast was already on the table and he asked me to sit down. The plastic chair is cold. He began to eat, not saying a word. I was very hungry, I hadn’t eaten since noon yesterday, I finished my juice in one gulp and he added another glass for me. I looked at the clock on the wall, 7:35, I ate quickly.

He stood up, walked behind me, and pulled a pair of leather collars with three small silver metal rings from his pocket, which he fastened around my neck.

“This will be the only adornment on you for the rest of the week. If you learn your lesson well, I’ll change to a black pair. You’re still wondering where your clothes went, aren’t you? They’re locked up with me, and they’re redundant when you’re with me.” He stretched out his fingers and dragged the small ring in the center, leading me to the living room.

“Kneel down! Rue.” I got on my knees in a hurry. He pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes as I felt his fingers move over my lips.

He said, “This cute little mouth is for me to use whenever I like. You can’t talk unless I tell you to.” His hands went to my shoulders, “Open your arms.” I felt a pair of leather rings around my wrists, the unpadded kind. Before I could react, he snapped the simple leather rings, and I heard a soft thud before he locked them with a padlock so they couldn’t be removed.

“Stand up… hands on either side of your body.”

I felt his hand sliding down my back and then stopping at my hips… I shivered… His fingers gently stroked the back of my neck again, the most sensitive part of my body, and my shoulders began to contract in response to his touch. I felt my whole body shivering, my pussy felt like it was being stimulated, and my nipples began to harden. His hands began to caress my hips again, my legs, and then squeezed them as if to try their elasticity.

Then with no warning whatsoever, he walked up to my front and took hold of my breasts: “This belongs to me too.” He said as he squeezed my breasts hard with his fingers. I couldn’t help but shrink back a little as he took hold of my breasts, weighed them, and then let go of them.

“It’s okay, Rue. It’s just that your breasts will have to be worked on to keep them that way for a long time, and we have some equipment for that purpose.” I felt his teeth closing in on my left breast and a stinging pain hit me as he bit down, then he nipped at my right breast again. I finally couldn’t help it and let out a soft yelp as my right breast was much more sensitive than my left.

“Spread your legs!” He ordered. I spread my legs and felt his fingers on my pussy lips, turning them outward: “This belongs to me too. I can use it for myself or give it to anyone I like.”

His fingers slowly peeled back my pussy lips and then started rubbing my clit. I was already very wet down there, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer and moaned softly. He removed his fingers and laughed, “Bend over!” I bent over and I felt his fingers part my ass cheeks and enter my anus: “This belongs to me too, it’s there to please my master.” He took out his finger and removed my blindfold.

(iii)

It was noon again, and he led me to the kitchen, where there was only some simple food and two glasses of water on the table.

“Sit down, Rue. Eat something, we have a busy afternoon ahead of us.”

I was quietly eating my lunch and he was sitting across from me, staring at me, which made me uncomfortable. I tried to meet his eyes, but every time I just looked up, he immediately glared at me, and I immediately looked away because I felt a strange pressure in his gaze.

Finally I finished eating, he in the middle of the neck ring on the small ring attached a belt, leading me to the basement, and my room and the opposite room in a room. He opened the door and said to me, “Rue, this is our classroom.”

I looked around; it consisted of three separate rooms, but I could now only see inside the first. Against the wall on the right stood a waist-high table, covered with a mat, and with a large iron ring at each of the four corners; on the wall hung all sorts of whips, chains, and canes, neatly arranged according to their type and weight; in one corner of the room there was a large wooden-bottomed iron cage, in which a man could stand; opposite to it stood something like a lectern, but a little wider than that, and resembling a post, with a downward sloping surface, and with iron rings at the top and bottom. Iron rings.

He led me into this room: “Now for the first lesson. Remember everything I say, I don’t want to repeat it.”

“Yes.”

“You must learn to present yourself for inspection by your master. Stand up straight, lean back, chin up, eyes down, and spread your legs a little.” He tapped my inner thighs with a drill whip, “Now spread them wider.” He said.

I spread my feet even further apart.

“Bend your knees and stay in the position you were in when you were going to sit down. Put your right hand under your left breast and your left hand on your pussy and spread your labia apart. That’s right, turn your clit out.”

I have a very small clit so it was so hard to finish. The whip touched the clit and then gently poked it back and forth. My legs started to shake and soon I was so wet down there I forgot what I was doing.

He immediately withdrew the whip and gave me a hard smack on my buttocks: “Stand still! Concentrate and do as I tell you. You are presenting yourself, not for your own pleasure, but to please your Master.

He’s not doing it for your sake by touching you while you’re in that position, he’s enjoying himself. Always remember that you are doing this for your master. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then hold this position still, this will help strengthen your thigh muscles and make them stronger.” With that he sat down and watched carefully.

My expression began to look a little unnatural, my thigh muscles twitched every now and then, my back began to ache, and my legs gradually ached like they were on fire. I don’t know what I look like in my current position, my legs are spread wide and uncomfortable, but standing like this facing him seems submissive.

He added: “You raise your left breast to show that your obedience to your master comes from your heart; you part your labia to show that it is the master’s thing, his plaything, not your own cunt. Now stand up! The first lesson is over.”

I stood up straight and moved around a bit. My curiosity got the better of me and I thought about checking out the other two rooms and as if there was a dungeon. But I immediately held back, he hadn’t told me to do that, and I had a vague feeling that if I crossed the line, the punishment would be quick and severe.

I went over to the wall where the tools were hung, and there were all sorts of chains, from buckskin to rough fur. I also noticed the canes, four wrapped in smooth leather and one wrapped in rubber with all the little holes in it. I’d have to be careful, they’d hurt like hell on my back.

There was also a plastic box with tacks and sharp objects, and a first aid kit hanging on the wall. At the foot of the wall on the other side were all sorts of different types of chains as well as some handcuffs and shackles, plus some hoods hanging. I touched one and a chill rose up my back as I imagined them covering my head.

(iv)

I stood in the bath, my legs still feeling a little sore. It was almost dark when I heard talking downstairs, I hurriedly dried myself off and thought about going down to see who it was, but after some hesitation, I decided to wait for him to call me. I sat on the carpet at the top of the stairs and although I couldn’t see downstairs, I could hear what they were saying.

The sounds of laughter and talking were getting closer, someone was talking: “Aaron, I heard you have a new trainee, can I see her tonight?” The voice was hoarse, with a heavy accent.

“Yes you can, and that’s exactly why I wanted you all here tonight. This is her first time being vetted, she doesn’t know anything, so don’t expect too much. I can only spend two weeks on her, so hopefully she’ll be up to my standards soon.” That was his voice, his name was “Lung”.

“What kind of fantasies does she hold? A lot of people like her turn out to think it’s something they’re after, but once they get deeper into it, they change their minds pretty quickly.”

“She’s very talented, but I think there’s a lot more to do in these two weeks.”

I heard them go into the living room and continue their discussion, my heart was beating faster and faster and I wondered how I would get through the night. I heard him heading upstairs and rushed to a small room next to the bathroom and sat down in a chair.

He walked in and held my face in his hands and looked at me seriously while putting wrist rings around my wrists and a long leather chain on the neck ring: “Stand up, straighten your back and keep your head up, you have the gift of obedience or I won’t be taking you to my room for training again. I have some friends dining downstairs who will be examining you at the same time. Go!”

Those words echoed in my head, “the gift of obedience,” and I couldn’t help but be a little mesmerized.

He led me into the living room and told me to stand against the wall. There were two other men sitting at the table, but they didn’t even look up when I came in. He put the leather chain in my mouth and told me to hold it in my teeth. The two men seemed to be discussing some business matter and Aaron was sitting next to them as they drank their wine and began to eat.

A million thoughts flashed through my mind: what would they want me to do? Stand here? That’s ridiculous! They acted as if I didn’t exist.

Aaron raised his glass at this point and asked me to pour his drink for him, so I was busy walking over and filling it for him. The tall man raised his glass as well and I was busy filling it for him again when I felt his hand pressing on my hip, but he continued to talk to the others as if he didn’t even notice me. I looked at Aaron and he signaled me to stand right next to the man.

The other ate slowly while staring at me in silence.

“What kind of people are these?” I thought.

At this point the taller man removed his hand and gestured for me to remain standing against the wall.

Aaron cleared his throat and said, “Now we can go downstairs. Yun, come with me!”

We walked down to the basement and came back to the first room. The lights in the basement were already on and there was a burst of music coming from the speakers on the wall.

“This is Rue, my new trainee. She feels she wants to be a slave, and that takes time. She’s inexperienced, so I’m going to spend a lot of energy on her, which is why I called you all here tonight.”

Inexperienced! I’m not inexperienced, I’ve done it before, I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn’t think I could be a competent slave. Just now he said I had the gift of obedience, now he’s saying I’m inexperienced, is he that erratic?

Aaron laughed when he saw my face: “Look at the expression on her face, she has a problem with the comment I just gave her.” He dragged the leather chain, his voice suddenly became stern: “Rue, show everyone!”

I immediately felt hesitant and embarrassed. I’m trying to remember what I’m supposed to do, should I put my left hand on my left breast, or my right hand on my left breast? Heck, I can’t even remember that! I put my right hand under my breast, hold it up, and then half squat down. I spread my legs and put my left hand on my pussy, flipping my labia open for them to see. OMG!

This is so embarrassing. How could I have done this? I started shaking and my legs got a little weak.

The tall man took the leather chains and I had to stand up as he led me to what looked like a podium in the corner of the wall and then told me to lie face down on it, followed by him pulling two short lengths of chain from the wall and attaching them to my wrist loops.

He straightened my arms as best he could and then yanked the chains tight as well.

His warm palm on my back rubbed gently and whispered in my ear, “Hello, Rue, my name is Fai. Don’t be afraid, I know you’ve been whipped before, but tonight we’re just having fun.”

He stroked my hair, his palms warm and strong. He was so close to me that I could feel his body heat.

He took two more straps from the wall, bent down, and tied my ankles and wrists, then tied the straps to the iron rings on either side, so that my legs had to be forced apart, lying on my back on the podium. I lifted my wrists and realized I couldn’t move them at all. I hung my head, closed my eyes, and thought: I wonder what’s next?

I felt a soft leather whip brush gently against my back, tickling me a little; then there was a pause, and then I felt a stabbing pain that made me almost unable to breathe. The tingling lasted for a few minutes, making it seem almost as if it would hurt like this for the rest of my life. Then he stopped again and gently stroked my back while the whip landed on my hips, thighs, and back, and I had no idea where he would hit, and then I moaned uncontrollably each time.

His hand went to my pussy, which was already very wet. He pulled out his fingers and showed them to Aaron and the other guy, then put his hand on my clit again, stimulating it back and forth like milking a cow, and I moaned again, I felt like I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and that I could let it out at any moment. I tried to bring my legs together, but they were both fastened so tightly with the chain that there was nothing I could do.

“Don’t…” I gasped. He stopped immediately, pinched my pussy lips together and said, “Not yet!” My back was burning, probably already red from the beating.

“She’s not doing well, Aaron. But she took the whipping pretty well.”

Aaron led me to another man who pulled hard on the leather chain, but instead of dragging me to the rest of the room, he took me back to my room and unchained me and went out.

I heard the sound of a locked door and footsteps getting farther away. I crawled onto the bed and curled up, feeling puzzled. I was still very excited and couldn’t help but put my hand between my legs and soon I came. I set my alarm for 7:00 a.m. and fell right to sleep.

(v)

Early in the morning, the alarm clock goes off again and I rush to get up, the door having been opened. Walking into the living room, I saw that yesterday’s dinner was still on the table, untidy. I went to the kitchen and found that breakfast was ready, but no one was there. There was a note on the table with my name written on it, and I opened it up, and it turned out to be a letter addressed to me in black ink:

“Yun, I have to go out this morning, so you have to clean up the kitchen and living room, help me make the bed and wash my clothes. I’ll be back at 2:30 p.m. to continue your tutoring…

Aaron.”

I finished my breakfast and went outside the house and sat on the steps. That’s when I noticed what looked like a barn about 1 meter away, “What could be in there?” I thought darkly and couldn’t help but walk towards it.

The door was half-covered and it was dark inside, so I found the light switch and turned on the lights. Right in the center stood a cart with two huge black rear wheels that stood out. “I suppose he still has horses?” I thought. But there were none in here, only stables with some hay piled up and a couple of leather saddles hanging on the wall as if they had just been oiled. I took one off and put it to my nose and smelled it deeply, as if it still had a faint odor; and there were silver horse chews, on which the sunlight glittered. Judging by the type of these things, his horse must not have been very big.

There’s nothing more to it than that.

I went back to the kitchen, cleaned up the dishes and scrubbed the floor, then went upstairs to his room. The room was neatly cleaned and smelled of a man’s body odor. Pictures of him and some of his friends hung on the wall, and a queen-sized bed was set up in the middle of the room, with the blankets and sheets crumpled into a ball. His blanket was much better than my shitty one, light and soft. I shook out the pillows and made the bed , then did as he instructed, gathering up the dirty clothes to wash.

After all of that was done, I went back to his room, I picked a CD at random, sat in a chair, closed my eyes, and listened to the music while thinking back to yesterday, and before I knew it the morning had gone by.

I ate a haphazard lunch when I heard the sound of a car, it was him coming back, a little earlier than the note he left me said. I saw him get out of the car, carrying a briefcase in his hand, and then go to the back seat and take out a large suitcase. Seeing me watching, he seemed a little offended.

As soon as he entered, he barked at me, “Kneel!” I did as I was told, and he made me kneel. After a while, he came over to me and said, “Good, you’ve done all your chores, exactly as I instructed. The most important thing is to learn to serve your Master.”

He stood in front of me, his hand on my head, when suddenly he grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head back: “Look at me, stand up.” Still holding my hair, he dragged me to the back of the couch and laid me on my back, “Stay right here.” Then brought the five leather wrapped whips I’d seen there and coldly lashed them across my ass.

“No…” I tried to run away, “Stand still! Or I’ll start again.” The last two strokes were even more severe than the first three, and my buttocks ached like they were on fire again. Then he walked away without saying a word, and I wondered what was wrong with him.

I tried to sit down, but my ass was on fire, I put my hands on my hips and all I could feel was five lash marks left on them, very deep lash marks, so painful to touch, each one distributed very accurately, never overlapping with the others.

Then I heard him call from his room, “Do you have anything to say, Rue?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Very well, I don’t like to punish people, but I have to do it for my job. Now come to your afternoon session, starting with a repetition of yesterday’s exercise.”

I posed. “Good, you’re doing it naturally. Now for the next pose, the kneeling position. You should straighten your back, chin up, and you should act pleasantly.”

I was still a little clumsy, “Do it again!” He ordered. I had to do the pose over and over again, my legs were about to cramp up.

At this point he ordered again, “Kneel down and open your body to me!”

I looked a bit overwhelmed.

“Rue, you must pose in a way that makes your master feel you are submissive and humble. You must put your hands behind your back all this afternoon, do you hear me?” He nudged my chin with the whip and lifted my head a little higher: “Keep your back straight and show me your lovely breasts. Keep your shoulders as far back as you can, arms tight behind your back, hands gripping the elbows of your other hands and pulling your shoulders back as far as you can. Now get on your knees and spread your legs.”

I spread my legs a little, and the whip immediately landed on my inner thighs: “Spread!” I had to spread my legs even wider.

“Now hold this position with your eyes looking down.” He sat in his chair and observed. I just stayed still and he didn’t say anything, just looked at his watch from time to time.

Time flies so slowly! I was about to raise my head when I heard him shout, “Eyes down! Rue, who gave you permission to look around?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Concentrate, you are serving your master. Patience is a virtue, you know?”

Forty-five minutes passed… Another 15 minutes passed, my hands got a little too tight, my face got a little stiff, my lips started to get dry, and my feet went numb. Finally I heard him say, “Okay, get up!” I stood up, hands hanging on the sides of the body.

He came over and hugged me tightly, his shirt pressed against my breasts, only to hear him whisper in my ear, “Rue, you’re doing very well, really well, I’m so happy for you.”

Tears streamed from the frames of my eyes. I was trying so hard to learn what he taught me, trying to please him.

“Thank you, Master.”

It seems like it’s hard to cut to the chase, I didn’t realize writing could be so tiring, reading other people’s can be so much easier. ^_^ I’d like to write a different article to get straight to the point. I’ve thought about the title, it’s called “The Boss’s Plaything”, but I’ve never had any experience with protagonist’s names, so the names in this one are all very simple. I’d be grateful if any of my brothers don’t hesitate to give me advice.

(to be continued)