"You've got two days to wrap up your resignation," Zhao Xuan said, parking the car at the sales office and addressing Lin Jingjing in the passenger seat.
"Yes, Master." Lin Jingjing lowered her head, cheeks flushed, and quickly opened the door.
"Don't forget to find us a housekeeper." As she stepped out, Zhao Xuan gave her plump chest a pinch, watching her blush all the way down.
Humming a tune, still savoring the memory of Lin Jingjing's gorgeous body, Zhao Xuan headed home and told his parents he'd hired someone to help take care of them.
His parents insisted they weren't old enough to need looking after, but Zhao Xuan was firm — they needed someone to manage the house.
He hadn't expected Lin Jingjing's efficiency to be that impressive.
That evening, his phone rang. "Boss, I found someone suitable. Want to take a look?"
"Is she with you?"
Since she hadn't called him "Master" on the phone, someone else must be around.
"Yes, at the tea shop across from the sales center. I sent you the info on WeChat."
He checked the message:
Yan Qing, 41, met while Lin Jingjing was working part-time at a mall during college. Divorced early; her kid just turned 18, and the ex stopped paying child support. Mall wages weren't cutting it anymore, so she was hunting for other jobs. Rumor had it that her husband divorced her after being cuckolded, but no way to verify. There was a photo too — decent-looking, not a stunner, but easy on the eyes.
Soon, Zhao Xuan arrived at the shop.
"Boss, this is Yan Qing — I knew her in college."
"Sis Yan, this is Zhao Xuan, the boss."
After introductions, Lin Jingjing made an excuse and left.
[Yan Qing
Middle-aged
Healthy, high mental stress
Strength 8
Agility 11
Stamina 9
Energy 11
Focus 10
Friendliness 40
Obedience 50]
The mature lady looked even younger than the photo. At 41, aside from a few faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she could pass for early thirties. Though there was some fatigue in her expression, her skin was smooth and firm, her looks pretty solid — not Lin Jingjing's 90-point tier, but maybe 80, a decent middle-aged beauty.
She seemed nervous, probably surprised the guy hiring her was over twenty years younger.
"Same age as my daughter… feels kinda embarrassing." She stared at the teenage Zhao Xuan, momentarily unsure what to call him.
Lin Jingjing, when picking candidates, had naturally prioritized looks. Fully submitted to her role as a slave, she knew she needed allies of the same "camp" to raise her value in Zhao Xuan's eyes. But she didn't want anyone overshadowing her, so she chose Yan Qing — attractive enough, but older.
During their talk, Lin Jingjing had dropped plenty of hints about the job's nature, except for Zhao Xuan's age — that slip left Yan Qing flustered.
"B-Boss Zhao," she recalled Lin Jingjing's address.
Zhao Xuan sensed her unease and steered the chat himself, probing for details beyond what Lin Jingjing provided. In about half an hour, he'd figured out the full story — besides the lack of child support, her savings were wiped out a few months ago by a shady investment scam.
Satisfied she was clean, they quickly discussed duties and pay. Zhao Xuan gave her a quick tour of his home so she'd know the place, then told her to start in a couple of days.
"Seems fine, gets things done, but way too shy — blushes the moment she talks," Zhao Mingdong commented to his wife.
"Maybe she's just not used to this kind of work. Let her try for a while," Zhao Guxu wasn't worried. Zhao Xuan had his own suspicions, but planned to confirm with Lin Jingjing later.
Since he'd stayed out the night before, Zhao Xuan didn't want to crash at the hotel again, though he'd booked that room until school started. So he told Lin Jingjing to stay there while he'd come over in the morning.
Couldn't meet in person, but Lin Jingjing sent a red-hot video — in the hotel room, she knelt before a floor-length mirror, peeled a banana, tossed the peel, and practiced deep-throating.
Zhao Xuan ordered her to keep training, then asked about Yan Qing.
He guessed she'd misunderstood his intentions. Sure enough, Lin Jingjing admitted she'd hinted the job included "extra services" for Zhao Xuan beyond housekeeping — and Yan Qing hadn't rejected that.
Zhao Xuan was half-amused, half-exasperated — he'd originally just wanted help for his parents. But since Lin Jingjing meant well, he'd roll with it.
After two minutes' thought, he messaged: Tomorrow morning, invite Yan Qing to the hotel room. She's probably ready.
Lin Jingjing instantly understood. Zhao Xuan also ordered her to draft a slave contract by tonight — detailed personal info, make it to his liking. Once she confirmed, he set the phone down and passed out.
Next Morning
Too eager to see the girls, Zhao Xuan rose early, ate breakfast, and drove to the hotel.
When he unlocked the room, Lin Jingjing knelt before the mirror, a chopstick clamped between her teeth, practicing her smile.
Closing the door, he caught a faint musky scent. "What the hell did this girl get up to yesterday?"
Since she'd been told he was coming, she wasn't startled. Seeing him, she removed the chopstick, crawled on her knees to the door to slip on his slippers, then followed behind him to the bed.
When Zhao Xuan sat, Lin Jingjing pressed her hands to the floor, forehead to the back of her hands, in a deep bow.
"Your worthless slave greets Master."
She wore a crop top and hot pants, showing off her wasp waist, long legs, and perfect ass. From Zhao Xuan's low view, her peach-shaped rear was raised high, long hair flowing over her smooth back.
"Help Master undress." He unhooked the crop top's clasp and yanked it off — her perfect breasts bounced into view.
As she unbuckled his belt, he fondled her heavy mounds. "Finish what I told you last night?"
"Yes, Master. Yan Qing will come later. The contract's on my laptop."
Summer clothes came off fast — soon she'd tossed her panties, and Zhao Xuan stood to pull off his shirt, completely nude. His enhanced 20cm cock hung thick between his legs.
Grabbing her laptop from a table, he lay back. "Come worship Master's holy rod." He patted his lap. Lin Jingjing quickly stripped off her shorts and thong, climbed on the bed, and swallowed his giant shaft.
Enjoying her oral skills, he skimmed the contract, editing where needed.
Her submissiveness ran deep — the terms fit his tastes perfectly. He added a few notes and had a solid contract:
Slave Contract
I, Lin Jingjing, female, 23, from XX County, Ganzhou, ID #36070019930517xxxx, graduate of Lianhai University World Economics Class of 2015, voluntarily renounce all independent personality and rights, becoming Master Zhao Xuan's slave and abiding by the following rules:
Slaves have no rights and must obey all commands unconditionally. All parts of the slave's body and mind belong to the Master; the slave may not dispose of anything autonomously.
Slave must strive to improve their appearance and service level to please the Master.
The slave must disclose all privacy to the master (including but not limited to phones, diaries, belongings, social accounts).
The slave must record daily training status and thoughts for the master's review.
Slaves' social relationships are fully controlled by the Master; no contact with anyone without permission (except the Master, the Master's family, and other women requires approval).
Slave's life is fully controlled — activity range, clothing, expressions, and accessories as Master specifies (at home: bare shoulders/arms/back; bottoms no longer than 1/3 thigh; heels ≥8cm or barefoot; outdoors: only head, neck, hands, feet, forearms exposed).
Without other orders, a slave may only kneel privately, head below the Master's hips.
Standing is allowed in public or when necessary.
The slave must unconditionally accept and thank the master for all rewards, including training and punishment.
Slaves must be proactive in training/punishment, maintaining required positions.
Any violation must be reported immediately, and punishment accepted.
Any other demands from the Master.
The slave must recite this contract naked, sign, and be recorded.
Zhao Xuan deleted the personal info section, leaving blanks — easier to fill in by hand for future slaves.
"Nice work. I tweaked a few things. Print a copy later — Master will leave you a souvenir." Closing the laptop, he pinned her head and drove his rod deep into her throat.
After a day's practice, her technique still wasn't expert-level, but she could handle deep-throat pain decently. This time, Zhao Xuan didn't torture her — after several deep-throats, he used her mouth like a fleshlight for over ten minutes, then filled it with cum.
She pulled off, kneeling obediently, head tilted, mouth slightly open to show the overflowing load.
"Hold it, don't swallow. Go print the contract downstairs, then come back and show Master."
The command sent her blush sky-high, her whole body turning pink. Seconds later, her limbs tensed, head thrown back in a moan — but with her mouth full, she could only whimper, and her pussy squirted.
She actually got off the shame.