Mi U is not a model. She is a real pet owned, managed, and raised by me, and we genuinely exist in a master-servant relationship. This video is publicly released as part of her training and discipline. It documents the process of bathing Mi U, capturing her washing herself and being bathed while bound with her hands tied behind her back. When ordered to wash herself, Mi U responds verbally, moaning softly as she reluctantly runs her hands over her body. I command her to lift herself slightly from the water so everything is visible—wash yourself clearly. Sway your body sinuously, like the masochist you are. Open your legs. I make her stand inside the tub and clean herself. I sit with arms crossed, silently observing her movements as a bound, submissive woman. Legs spread, she writhes her hips like a prostitute. I turn her around, make her stick out her ass, and scrub it clean. Conscious of being watched, Mi U moans sorrowfully with each command, obediently complying. I submerge her once more, then wash her myself. The body of a sexual slave belongs entirely to me—owned, managed, and dominated by me. Therefore, I cherish it like a precious gem, polishing and adoring it. In the shower area, I pour water over her kneeling form. The water streams down from her shoulders, making her breasts bounce. I spread her legs and pour water over her vulva. This is the "upward-facing cock" pose—a posture of submission where a pet displays obedience to her owner. A gesture symbolizing the offering of one's body. Under the pouring water, she moans painfully yet maintains the position. Words cannot fully express it—the warmth of her skin. Mi U has become my possession, glowing with devotion. Like a well-trained pet or a young child, she sways gently, blissfully surrendering her body into my hands. Watching her, I quietly reflect: she's truly become a fine woman. There comes a moment, after confronting one's masochistic self, like calm after a great wave has passed. In that stillness, I see the self deep within my mind—a lonely child, hugging her knees and crying. And I embrace that child gently, as if she were my own. I smell the scent of soap. *Please note: due to the original master source, some noise or distortion may occur in certain parts of the video.
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