Public Shower

The housekeeper gave a low, raspy laugh, her fingers carelessly playing with the pearl necklace around her neck.

"Very well, Min Mei," she murmured, her gaze drifting towards the glass showers where the dim light already played on the steamy tiles. "But don't over-treat them... we like to see the signs of their submission."

Min Mei straightened up, her hips undulating with cruel grace, and grabbed our hair, pulling us towards the showers.

The tiles, dripping with condensation, shuddered beneath our shuffling feet, our bruised bodies leaving wet marks on the cold floor. Min Mei roughly shoved us under the scalding spray that bit at our skin, revealing in the harsh light every purple mark, every glistening scratch. Her nimble fingers dug into my wet hair, forcing me to stand up with my wobbly legs.

She whispered in my ear,

• I like working with you. You let me indulge my worst urges, and I know you'll love it.

Before I could react, she brought her knee up violently against my sex, which struck a flash of searing pain that tore a hoarse cry from me, my spine instinctively arching in shock. Gasping, I crashed against the icy tiles, my fingers clawing at the wet wall as the scalding water continued to whip my back.

Min Mei **** Emma's legs apart before kicking her between her legs. The blow sounded like a whip, Min Mei's foot digging with brutal precision into the already bruised flesh. Emma doubled over, a strangled moan escaping her as her trembling knees hit the slippery floor. Her hands tightened on her thighs, her pale fingers digging marks into her own skin as if to stifle the pain.

Min Mei took advantage of the sight of us on the ground before ordering us to

• lick my feet.

Min Mei's voice cut through the humid air, her command falling like a blade through the raindrops pitter-pattering around us. I felt the icy tiles beneath my scraped knees, my trembling hands flattening against the floor as I picked up my tattered body. Beside me, Emma gasped, her lips parted in pain, her skin mottled with redness where the kick had struck her.

Behind the glass, spectators watched as some of the masters, mistresses, and slaves undressed to join us and participate in this new entertainment, as we crawled, sticking out our tongues to lick Min Mei's feet with deliberate care.

Trembling tongues grazed the damp skin of her feet, tracing salty furrows between her perfect toes. Min Mei's high-pitched laughter rose above the lapping water as my tongue brushed against a crescent-shaped scar—a mark of an old punishment she wore like a trophy. The spectators behind the glass emitted excited murmurs as a mistress with red-painted nails approached and rubbed her squeaky leather whip against her bare thigh.

Two slaves, on command, began behind us, licking our holes for the sperm that still remained in abundance. Their rough tongues delved into our sensitive flesh, scraping every drop with obscene diligence. I felt a nauseous shiver run up my spine as their hot mouths pressed against my skin, sucking out the remnants of the previous ****.

Min Mei, relentless, urged us to continue, as the mistress began whipping her, saying,

• You didn't think you'd escape it, did you? You've had your moment of glory, you're going to join your two sisters in this humiliation.

Min Mei stiffened under the bite of the riding crop, a shiver of pain mixed with pleasure running through her arched back. Her nails dug into my scalp, forcing me to lick more eagerly higher until I reached her sex, so I could perform cunnilingus.

The scalding water now cascaded over our intertwined bodies, as we moaned from the tongues probing us. Min Mei, legs spread, hands on her head, endured the search of my tongue and the whiplashes that increased in **** with each passing moment.

Min Mei's ferocious gaze confirmed to me that she was fulfilling a fantasy at that moment.

Min Mei let out a hoarse moan as my tongue traced a frantic path between her lips, her acrid taste and the salt of her sweat mingling with the water dripping down my cheeks. Her fingers gripped my hair more roughly, crushing me against her as another slash of the crop smacked her hips—a sharp crack that made her muscles ripple beneath my mouth.

• Stop playing with your slut, put your hands back on your head, her riding crop ordered.