Today the Master Gave an Even Heavier Test... Cut-Open Racing Swimsuit, Uncontrollable Electric Shocks

This time, there was no unnecessary dialogue in the room. The master coldly threw that tight-fitting racing swimsuit in front of me. From the moment I was forced to put it on, the abuse officially began.

The ear-piercing sound of scissors cutting through the quiet room, the fabric on my body being cut open and peeled away piece by piece, along with my last shred of dignity. Immediately followed by the sharp pain of electric shocks to the nipples, the agony of heavy scattered whips striking the skin, and the thick fake tool mercilessly penetrating and thrusting.

Crying out was useless; begging for mercy would only bring even more violent thrusts.