[Youth Campus] Lesbian SM Life

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pale purple haze filled the dimly lit café, and a leisurely, teasing jazz tune mingled with the murmurs of patrons. I sat in a quiet corner, sipping my slightly bitter, creamy coffee, my eyes darting around as I waited patiently for the person I had arranged to meet. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, a strong gust of wind whistling in, then abruptly ceasing as the door closed. The crisp sound of high heels rang out, and a woman walked slowly into the café, wearing a beige cashmere shawl. Her features… were beautiful, with a straight nose and thin lips, only her eyes held a slightly sharp edge. I recognized her; this was CC, the woman I had met on QQ video for over a month. I stood up and gestured to her. She recognized me too, and gracefully walked over to sit opposite me.

I scrutinized her closely. She was beautiful, even more so in person than in videos, with smooth, radiant skin that made her look much younger than her actual age. However, upon closer inspection, the passage of time had left its mark on her nearly forty-year-old frame: fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She was also staring at me, a faint smile on her face. "Did you drive here?" "Yes. When did you arrive?" "Just now." We chatted casually. CC was the sales director of a large real estate company. We met in a QQ group. Our group wasn't large, only about thirty or forty people; it was a lesbian SM group in the city, and the lesbians in the group were all SM enthusiasts in the city. When it comes to SM, most people might first think of pornography, whips, ropes, and other concepts. In fact, the connotation of SM is far more complex and profound than these superficial things; it is more of an emotional and psychological experience.

CC and I have been involved in the SM world for quite some time. According to her, she's been a professional S (the S being the controller in SM games, commonly known as the master; the M being the controlled, commonly known as the slave) for over ten years, having trained more than a dozen female slaves. Some of these relationships were just casual flings, the shortest being a one-night stand, which was when she first started as a S. Later, as her control over training grew stronger and her understanding of the M's feelings and psychology became more thorough, she became increasingly popular with the Ms, and her relationships with them gradually became longer-lasting. Before her divorce, she played around secretly, but after the divorce, she kept a private slave. Her last private slave was kept by her for three years until a few months ago when she immigrated to Australia with her family.

I graduated from university in 2005, and it was during this time that I gradually clarified my SM sexual interests. Around 2007, I started to seriously participate in SM activities and had two female masters, but compared to CC, it was only a superficial experience; my involvement in SM was far less profound than hers.

We had already chatted quite well on video, even knowing each other's preferences in BDSM in detail, so we quickly got down to business after meeting in person. CC smoothed her hair, sat up straight, and smiled as she asked, "What do you think of me in person? Do I fit your image of a master?" Her eyes shone with a sharp and penetrating light, as if they could instantly strip away my disguise and see right through me—this was exactly the kind of BDSM I admired. Seeing her directness, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, so I took a sip of my coffee to cover it up and nodded, saying, "I do fit my image of a BDSM quite well." After a pause, she asked, "What do you think of me? Do I look like a good submissive?" I was quite confident in myself; petite and delicate, I was endearing and quite popular with some female masters. She didn't answer my question, but leaned closer to me, gently covering my hand with hers, and said with a smile, "Call me 'Master' and let me hear it." My face flushed instantly. I looked around to make sure no one was watching this corner, then lowered my head and whispered, "Master." Her hand tightened, and she teased, "Too soft, I can't hear you. Say it louder!" "Master!" I raised my voice. "Still too soft, I can't hear you!" I was secretly pleased, thinking, "So she's already starting to train me?" I raised my voice a few octaves higher, "Master!" As soon as I said it, I saw a bespectacled man in the distance glance in my direction. I don't know if he heard me because my voice was too loud, but I quickly stuck out my tongue and smiled at CC.

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CC drove me back to her home, a villa in Tongsheng Lake Villa, a three-story white house with its own yard, perched on high ground, overlooking the lake. The location was excellent; I estimated it would cost several million. But considering she was the sales director of a real estate company, and her wealthy husband left her a large sum of money in their divorce, it wasn't surprising that she owned such a luxurious villa.

She first showed me around her place. The first floor had a living room, bar, dining room, kitchen, and a large bathroom. The second floor had her study, guest room, and gym. On the third floor, there was a large room that was her bedroom, and another large room that was her secret territory—the training room. The windows of the training room faced Tong Sheng Lake, and various whips, handcuffs, and ropes were hung on one wall. I quickly glanced at them; there were more than a dozen different types and sizes of whips alone. There were loose whips, rattan canes, bamboo whips, leather paddles, and so on. There was an electric hoist on the ceiling, and in the corner there was an iron cage, several folding chairs, a sofa, and several metal racks and wooden horses for binding. On the wall opposite the window, there was a glass cabinet, and some lesbian sex toys were vaguely visible inside. The thought of all those whips, ropes, racks, and the like, which would eventually fall on my body, made my breathing quicken, my heart race, and my legs go weak.

As I stared intently into her training room, CC stood beside me, watching my reaction. "How is it? Not bad, right? The equipment might not be complete yet; we can add more as needed." "Wow," I exclaimed, inwardly marveling, "No wonder some people say SM is entertainment for white-collar workers; this training room is practically a studio!"

CC sat down on the sofa and beckoned to me, her tone leaving no room for argument. I walked over and stood before her. She grasped my hands and said, "So? Have you decided to be with me?" I nodded, blushing. "Little brat!" CC reached out and gently pinched my cheek, then put on a serious expression and said, "Now you can kneel down and acknowledge me as your master. Kneel before me." My eyes met hers. Her gaze was calm and cold, yet filled with a deep aggression and possessiveness. To gain the approval of the submissive, the dominant (S) must possess this kind of aura that makes the submissive tremble.

Guided by her, I slowly knelt before her. The instant I knelt, a surge of intense excitement welled up within me—an excitement aroused by humiliation and a sense of subservience. For a submissive, SM is like a mental bungee jump, a sudden transformation from a reserved, self-respecting member of society into a slave stripped of "dignity" and all constraints of identity. The feeling is like bungee jumping from a high cliff into a weightless void.

I knelt before her, ashamed, and called out softly, "Master." She gently lifted my chin, leaned in and kissed me, praising, "Good slave!" Then she rose and left. After a while, she came in from outside, holding a sheet of printed paper and an ink cartridge. She handed me the paper, saying, "This is your indenture, and also the slave code you must abide by. Sign it, and you must memorize it word for word." I took the paper, and it read: "Indenture. I voluntarily sell myself to my master CC as a slave. From now on, I am CC's doll and pet. Every inch of my skin, every organ, belongs to my master CC, and my body is always waiting to be played with by her. In front of my master, without her permission, I may not stand or walk, but only crawl, and my body may not be higher than her waist. Without my master's permission, I must remain completely naked and may not wear any clothing. My right to wear a bra and underwear is permanently deprived by my master. Whenever my master needs me, I can provide her with oral services until she is satisfied. My master's words are always right, and I will unconditionally obey my master's orders. I will accept everything my master gives me. — Slave Biyan (my pseudonym in the novel)" The contract made my face flush and my heart flutter.

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I pressed my fingerprint on the contract of servitude. Of course, this so-called contract of servitude had no legal binding force; it was purely a means for both parties involved in the SM game to create an atmosphere. Good SM players would solemnly and strictly abide by this contract in order to make the SM game realistic and of high quality.

I remained kneeling, and CC sat on the sofa in front of me, took my hands in hers, looked directly into my eyes and said, "From now on, you are my pet bitch, understand?" "Understood, Master!" I answered obediently. "Then bark twice for Master!" CC continued to command mercilessly. "Woof... woof..." I blushed and pretended to bark twice, while stealing glances at CC's expression, but I clearly saw a hint of a smile flash across her eyes. This laughter indulged me, making me chuckle involuntarily… But that was bad. CC's face instantly darkened, and she glared at me, saying, “Do you think your master is ridiculous? Or do you think your master is joking with you?” “This little bitch wouldn’t dare!” I quickly protested. “Wouldn’t dare? I think you’re just asking for it!” CC raised her hand and slapped me twice across the face. The slaps weren’t hard, just a little painful, but they made the atmosphere of the discipline serious.

“This little bitch who needs discipline!” CC scolded, still angry, “What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes!” “Yes, Master!” I hurriedly started to unbutton my clothes, but my hands were weak and I couldn’t lift them. Just as I was taking off my clothes, CC stood up and walked to the wall where whips and ropes were hanging, and began to choose. She would take various whips off the wall from time to time, waving them around and glancing at me sideways, clearly choosing a whip to torture me with. My heart was filled with a mixture of shame and joy, along with a touch of trepidation. I wondered how harsh the mistress would be, and whether I could withstand it.

I knelt naked on the ground, waiting as CC took a bundle of white cotton rope from the wall to bind me. First, she tied my hands tightly behind my back, then gathered them over my shoulders, knotted them in several crisscross patterns in front of my chest to tighten my breasts, then moved them over my abdomen, buttocks, and thighs, repeatedly knotting them, before finally wrapping them around my right calf and passing them through my back.

She helped me stand under the electric hoist, started it, lowered the hook, and hoisted me, bound hand and foot, onto the hook. Then she started the hoist again to raise the hook… At this point, I was in a terrible state. My left foot could only barely touch the ground, my right leg was spread open and hanging upwards, and my upper body was bent so badly that I was almost leaning towards the ground—what a torturous position!

CC brought out a whip, a bundle of long, loose whips, which reassured me slightly. The characteristic of the whip is that it covers a large area, causes little damage to the skin, and is not very painful, but provides a rich range of sensations, a mixture of pain and itchiness.

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whip was gently spun, producing a soft "whoosh" sound. After a moment, the fine, loose strands of whip landed with a "crack" on my shoulder, sending a shivering, tingling sensation through me. She then continued to urge the whip to move, brushing across my body. My back, waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves were all lightly whipped. After whipping my sides and back, she moved to my left side, spinning the whip to strike my front from bottom to top, first my breasts, then my abdomen, my lower abdomen… The initial stinging pain and itchiness turned into a warm, tingling sensation. This alternating between back and front several times made me feel lightheaded, my mind wandering, and a surge of desire welling up within me. I felt my private parts gradually becoming wet.

At this moment, CC moved to my right, squatted slightly, bent over, held the whip handle in her right hand, and gripped the whip tip with her left. Then, she suddenly flicked her right wrist and released her left hand at the same time. The whip, like a black waterfall, swiftly plunged between my legs, making a crisp sound. I couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" and instinctively tried to close my legs, but my right leg was bent at the knee and suspended in mid-air, leaving my private parts completely exposed. Several more lashes struck the most vulnerable part of my body, the pain and itching unbearable. Tears welled up in my eyes. "Master, please, don't!" I pleaded. The cold-blooded CC remained unmoved and continued her whipping punishment. A good S can see through the M's heart and understand the M's true needs. When the M begs for mercy, it may not be a genuine plea; sometimes it's just a performance, a feigned reluctance. If the S believes the M's pleas at this moment and lets the M go, the M will be greatly disappointed.

After slapping the whip a dozen times, CC twirled it again, changing the lashing motion to a sweeping one, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive area between my legs. I involuntarily let out soft moans, my eyes half-closed, enjoying this stimulating yet pleasurable training. The fluid seeping from my private parts became increasingly abundant, slowly sliding down my legs. CC reached out and touched my private parts, gently rubbing them in front of my eyes, teasingly saying, "You slut, your pussy is soaking wet, so lewd!" As she spoke, she put her fingers in my mouth for me to suck on. I tasted the flavor of my own genitals, feeling incredibly lewd and despicable.

CC stood behind me, her smooth, warm hand slowly caressing my face and chest, sending shivers down my spine like an electric shock, making my nipples harden. Her hand continued downwards, brushing over my lower abdomen, finally gently sliding into my secret place.

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's right hand reached between my legs, the pads of her index and middle fingers each covering and rubbing one of my petals, the gaps between her fingers facing the deep crevice. Her fingers sometimes stroked vertically, sometimes gently rubbed in circles, sometimes probed into the crevice, soon making me pant heavily. Seeing my arousal, she slowly inserted her index and middle fingers and began to thrust. Her nimble and powerful fingers performed piston-like movements, while her other hand was not idle, gently grasping and playing with my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. I felt as if my whole body was being lifted by those two frequently thrusting fingers, rushing towards the climax under her control… After the climax, cc released me from the hook, carried me to the sofa, and untied my bonds. Because I had been tied up for so long, my hands and feet were numb, and it took me a long time to recover while lying on the sofa. Actually, CC's bondage skills were quite good; the tightness was just right, the force was evenly distributed, and the rope-walking was aesthetically pleasing. She also avoided all joints. But that's how bondage is; if you're bound for a long time, not only will your hands and feet go numb, but the rope marks will also remain on your body for a long time.

After resting for a while, CC made me lie face down on the ground. She got up and selected a leather collar with a silver chain from the handcuffs on the wall. She came over, locked the leather collar around my neck, and then fastened the silver chain to the leather collar, saying with a grin, "Wearing a dog collar and leash, you're a real little bitch now!" She then shook the chain and said, "Come on, let your master walk you!"

She led me around the room, instructing me to bark at her every few steps. I obediently did as she said. Being humiliated and played with by such a beautiful and noble mistress was not torture for me, but rather a great enjoyment. The only thing that bothered me was that the high heels were a hindrance when crawling. Whether it was the previous bondage or now, even though I was completely naked, my mistress wouldn't allow me to take them off. Her purpose was threefold: first, to make me more uncomfortable and intensify my masochistic feelings; second, to emphasize my nakedness and increase my sense of humiliation; and third, to enhance the aesthetics of the training—a triple win.

After crawling around the room a few times, my mistress began her riding training. She straddled me, making me crawl on her back, her hands occasionally slapping my buttocks to urge me on and order me to hurry up.

After this training and humiliation, my genitals became wet again. But my mistress clearly had even more powerful methods waiting for me. She shook the iron chain in her hand and said, "Little bitch, your mistress will introduce you to someone of her kind," and then led me out of the training room and downstairs.

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down the stairs was exhausting, but what could I do? After all, my current identity was that of a little bitch. A brass bell was attached to the front of the leather collar I was wearing. As I crawled upside down, the bell swayed even more, making a pleasant "ding-a-ling" sound. The sound seemed to be constantly reminding me: "You are a little bitch, you are a little bitch..." How shameful!

Finally, we arrived at the living room on the first floor. CC patted my head and said, "Be a good girl and wait here. Master will go to the kennel and bring your little sister over!" With that, she opened the door and went out. A moment later, CC came in with a spotted dog. The little dog was about half a meter tall, wagging its tail, with a pair of big, bright eyes that blinked—very clever and cute.

CC led it to me, squatted down, and stroked the dog's head, smiling, "Little Lisa, say hello to your big sister!" The little dog seemed to understand her, looking at me face to face, barking twice, and then sniffing me with its little nose. CC stroked the dog's head with one hand and my head with the other, commanding, "You say hello to little Lisa too!" She was truly a master at creating an atmosphere of humiliation, instantly pushing my sense of shame to its peak. My face burned, my legs involuntarily clenched together, and my throat was terribly dry. I could only bark a few times at the little dog Lisa in a slightly trembling voice. Lisa was quite intelligent; as soon as I called to her, she barked incessantly. Her owner then commanded me to respond, so she barked back, and I called back—the scene was utterly comical. Her owner, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh heartily.

After the laughter subsided, CC hugged Lisa and me, leaned down and kissed each of us on the head, saying, "You two are my good little female dogs! Come on, play a game with your owner. Winning brings a reward, losing brings a punishment!" She held one of my hands and the other of Lisa's, making us crawl around the obstacles in the living room. Lisa was very restless, running around CC and me, sometimes running alongside me, sometimes touching me head-to-tail, sometimes bumping into me. "Coincidentally," she also wore a collar exactly like mine, the brass bells jingling incessantly as she ran, their sounds echoing the rhythm of the bells around my neck, creating a harmonious interplay, as if she were truly my "best sister." My sense of humiliation kept rising in waves, and my flower buds were soaked without me even realizing it.

CC brought out a frisbee to play a game. Lisa and I lay side by side, and CC threw the frisbee, making Lisa and me race to see who could retrieve it first. The loser would get a spanking. Needless to say, how could I, on all fours, possibly outrun Lisa? So I lost every time, and my bottom inevitably received CC's repeated touches, leaving it red and covered in handprints.

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Stupid bitch! Always losing, always losing..." CC cursed through gritted teeth, pinching my breasts and spanking my buttocks. Just as I was groaning in pain, she suddenly flipped me over without warning, pinning me down and kissing me passionately. Immediately, my desire, long tormented by humiliation, responded as fervently as rain after a long drought, our lips and tongues intertwining. CC's fingers roughly penetrated my flower, ravaging it, thrusting me towards the peak of pleasure... SM is truly wonderful; the feeling of being violated and ravaged by the woman I admire is indescribably exquisite.

After the dog-like game, CC led me back to the training room on the third floor. She took a shaver from the closet and had me spread my legs and lie on the sofa to shave my pubic hair. The metal mesh of the shaver vibrated against my private parts, cool and tingling. Watching my pubic hair being shaved off piece by piece by my mistress, I felt both ashamed and aroused. After shaving my pubic hair, CC ordered me to kneel on the ground and began to undress herself. Her well-proportioned, shapely figure gradually came into view. CC knew how to take care of herself; nearing forty, she had a graceful figure, firm breasts and buttocks, and not an ounce of excess fat. Her skin was as white as snow, smooth and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance. I knelt on the ground, stealing glances at my mistress, my heart filled with admiration.

CC stripped naked and walked gracefully towards me. The crisp, rhythmic click of her high heels on the wooden floor was a striking contrast to my shaved pubic area. Her thick, dark pubic hair swayed before my eyes. "Little bitch, it's your turn to serve your master!" CC said, grabbing my hair and pulling me between her legs. Overwhelmed with love and gratitude for my master, I immediately embraced her legs and greedily kissed her vulva. My movements were so forceful that even my master was startled; I could clearly hear her gasp. As I kissed her vulva, I realized she was already soaking wet. A smug smile crept across my face. So, my high and mighty master is also a lustful woman, huh?

After my ministrations, CC's emotions soared. She grabbed my hair and retreated until she sat down on the sofa, spreading her legs and pressing my head between them, muttering, "Little bitch, keep going, don't stop!" I knelt between her legs, kissing her clitoris passionately while inhaling her fragrance. My nose brushed against her pubic hair, the subtle, alluring scent unique to mature women exciting and intoxicating me.

My tongue gently enveloped her nipple, sucking and licking, occasionally bringing my lips close to tease it, sometimes tilting my head to probe vertically into the crevice, sweeping my tongue up and down, doing everything I could to arouse CC.

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diligent efforts finally yielded results: nectar gushed from my mistress's clitoris, staining my lips and mouth; her panting turned into moans, and her hands grasped and caressed her breasts. I mustered my strength for the final thrust, my tongue gently cupping that little darling, trembling rapidly, while my head swayed slightly, causing the dog bell around my neck to jingle softly and rapidly. "Ah!" my mistress cried out, her body arching back as a violent spasm swept over her, followed by a gush of clear liquid spurting from her vulva, splashing my face. My mistress had finally climaxed!

My heart was filled with joy, but I didn't bother wiping my face. My tongue continued to probe into her honeyed depths, pressing against the upper wall without moving. Sure enough, not long after, my mistress experienced another wave of spasms. Only then did I wipe the saliva from my cheeks and kneel down to lick it clean for her.

It was clear that my mistress was very satisfied with my oral service. She languidly reclined on the sofa, reaching out to embrace me and kiss me. After a moment, she pinched my cheek and exclaimed, "I didn't realize you, this little bitch, were so lewd and lustful. I felt like I was being raped by your mouth!" "Taking advantage of my recent favor with my master, I was so frivolous that I dared to tease him, saying, 'It's not that this little bitch is too lustful, it's just that your clam meat is too delicious and tempting!' My master's eyes widened instantly, and he grabbed my ear, scolding me angrily, 'Well, you little bitch, you even dare to tease your master? Let's see how I deal with you!'

My master pulled me up by the ear, slapping my bottom while making me stand in a certain position, repeatedly instructing me, 'Bend over, tuck in your stomach, spread your legs, stick your butt out... Don't move!'" "So, I stood facing the sofa, bent over, my butt sticking out, my hands outstretched against the back of the sofa, while my owner went to the side and opened the closet to rummage around.

My heart started pounding again, wondering what methods my owner would use to torture me, so I couldn't help but turn my head to peek, but my owner discovered me. She immediately came over, picked up her underwear that she had taken off, and put it over my head, just enough to cover my eyes, and threatened, 'You little bitch, if you peek again, you'll regret it!'" "

I stood there, too afraid to move. I heard a rustling sound, followed by the sound of my mistress's high heels approaching, stopping only behind me. After a pause, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left breast. My mistress had put a nipple clamp on me, with a small iron ball attached to the bottom of the clamp by a thin chain, intensifying the torment on my nipple. Then, the same thing was done to my right breast. Before I could even cry out in pain, something was stuffed into my mouth—a plastic gag for discipline. Then, a thick, hard object pressed against my buttocks. Judging from the feel, it was made of leather. I already had a pretty good idea of what it was: it was a wearable leather sex toy, a sex toy that lesbians use for lovemaking."

Having just experienced that loving service to my master, my clitoris was still wet. So, after my master touched it, without much hesitation, the leather dildo was directly inserted into my clitoris and began to thrust. With the rhythm of the thrusting, my body began to sway slightly, the bell around my neck jingling softly, and my breasts undulated, the nipple clamps on my nipples swaying slightly, causing waves of pain. Humiliation, pleasure in my genitals, and pain in my breasts were all mixed together... Suddenly, an electric arc flashed across my skin, an unbearable tingling and itching that suppressed all other sensations. My body jolted violently, causing my nipple clamps to swing wildly, causing excruciating pain. "Ugh!" I screamed in agony, but my mouth was gagged tightly with a plastic gag... It turned out that my master had also brought an electric shock device. He held my back with one hand and thrust in and out, while calmly using the device to subject me to electric shocks. My eyes were covered by my master's underwear, so I couldn't see. The electric shock device would strike my back, then my legs, then my hands, appearing and disappearing without a trace. I could only let out pitiful "woo-woo" moans under my master's torture. It was truly miserable; my master was definitely not someone to be trifled with!

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"Old Yang, a truckload of standard parts has arrived from Gaotang. Go and sample them for inspection before they're put into storage." "Yes, boss!" "Xiao Li, go to Factory 3702 these next few days and keep an eye on them. They're rushing to finish the vibratory chamber for the road roller. Keep a close eye on their self-inspection report, especially the process of machining the outer surface of the vibratory chamber. When they're setting up the gauge, make sure you see it with your own eyes to ensure coaxiality, understand?" "Understood, boss..." A new day begins, and my work is incredibly busy. I work in the quality control department of a well-known domestic construction machinery company, having been promoted to quality control manager just a year ago. I'm actually quite sentimental, but I chose construction machinery as my major in college because my math and science scores were relatively good. After starting work, I realized that the monotonous mechanical work wasn't suitable for me. However, I'm very ambitious; if I'm going to do something, I'll do it well. For over four years, I've worked diligently at the grassroots level in the workshop, studying measurement techniques thoroughly. I'm intimately familiar with the design principles and processing techniques of various models of the company's products. Yu Xi also designed dozens of specialized testing devices for the processed products. My meticulous and proactive work style earned the appreciation of company leaders. Coupled with my gentle personality and good interpersonal skills, after our department's original manager retired, he naturally recommended me to succeed him.

After assigning tasks to his subordinates, the company leaders called a meeting with all department heads. By the time the meeting ended, it was almost noon. I was in the manager's office reviewing the inspection reports that had been delivered yesterday when I suddenly heard Xiao Zhou from our department jokingly say from the outer room, "Hey, Wang Bo, what brings you here?" "Wang Bo, whose real name is Wang Gangyi, graduated with a PhD in Mechanical and Electrical Engineering from Shanghai Jiao Tong University, hence the nickname 'Wang Bo'. He joined our company a year ago and was soon promoted to deputy director of the Product Research Institute. He's highly educated and holds a high position, and he's handsome—a perfect catch—yet he remains unmarried at an advanced age. Some say he's picky, others say he's a workaholic. Our department has frequent dealings with the Product Research Institute because quality control standards often interact with design standards. It was through work that I came into contact with Wang Bo. Recently, Wang Bo has been frequently making excuses to visit the quality control department, trying to get close to me. Everyone in the department has noticed: he's interested in me. Unfortunately, he doesn't know I'm a lesbian.

'Is your manager in?' Wang Bo asked Xiao Zhou. 'In her office,' Xiao Zhou replied, and Wang Bo knocked on the door. 'Come in!'" "I answered while quickly straightening my collar. After yesterday's training, my master didn't remove my leather collar; instead, he locked it around my neck and drove me home. Luckily, it's still late winter and early spring, so the next day I specifically chose a tight-fitting turtleneck sweater and a turtleneck coat to wear to work, which barely covered the collar and stopped the bell from ringing.

"Wang Bo, what's up?" I asked him as he entered the room. "I'm here to deliver a product modification notice; please sign for it." "You, the deputy director, have to come all the way here to deliver a product modification notice? Where's Sister Liu?" Sister Liu is the document administrator at the product research institute. "Oh, Sister Liu has other things to do. I was just about to go to the workshop and was passing by, so I brought it over." "Oh, I see. Thank you for your help." "I took his product modification notification, glanced at it, and signed it, all the while talking without looking up. I've always been cold to him because I'm not interested in men and don't want to give him too many illusions. He didn't seem to mind, sitting beside me making small talk. After a while, he asked, 'Are you free tonight?' 'I have plans tonight,' I quickly replied, cutting him off. Actually, I didn't have any plans for tonight. 'Then how about lunch? How about we have lunch together?' 'Oh, I have some things to do at lunchtime. How about we eat something at the company cafeteria?' 'Okay, I'll pick you up after work. I won't bother you anymore. See you at lunchtime.' Wang Bo said, getting up and leaving. I wanted to say, 'It's only a few steps to the cafeteria, do you really need to pick me up?'" "Thinking about it, I decided against it and just sighed as I watched his retreating figure. During

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break, Wang Bo and I went to the cafeteria together. I found a seat by the window, and Wang Bo queued up to buy his food. We sat facing each other, eating and chatting. While we were eating, someone greeted me. Looking up, I saw it was Huang Peiling, the company's vice president. After nodding to Wang Bo, she said, 'You don't mind if I sit next to you, do you?'" Wang Bo and I repeatedly said we didn't mind, and this Vice President Huang sat down next to me, bringing with her a faint fragrance.

Speaking of which, Huang Peiling was my senior from the same university, though more than ten years ahead of me. She later earned a master's degree and, being a technical person, possessed the meticulousness and rigor characteristic of engineers. She rose from an ordinary designer with no connections to her current position as vice president of such a large company—a true powerhouse. However, from her appearance, Huang Peiling didn't exude the domineering aura of a powerful woman; instead, she appeared very serene. In her forties, she had fair skin, a delicate face, and a slight... With a slight baby fat and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, she possessed a strong scholarly air and gave off an approachable vibe. Her husband was her college classmate, a refined businessman who was often away on business, resulting in them seeing each other infrequently. They also had a son who was sent abroad to study after starting junior high school.

Huang Peiling spoke fluent Mandarin with a strong Beijing accent, her speech elegant, witty, and tactful. Although she didn't talk much, her words were gentle and refreshing, revealing the characteristics of an intellectual woman. Time flew by when you were with her. As lunch was drawing to a close, my phone suddenly rang. I took it out and saw it was CC calling. "Hello!" I answered, my heart unconsciously quickening.

"Little bitch, were you good today?" CC's smooth, slightly magnetic voice came through the phone. I quickly glanced at Wang Bo and General Manager Huang, and said ambiguously, "It was...it was alright." "Is someone with you?" “CC has a keen sense of things.” “Yes,” I replied. After a pause, CC said, “Come to my place this afternoon. I want to teach you a lesson.” Her tone was casual, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. My face immediately flushed, and I quickly coughed to cover it up, saying, “Okay…okay.” "I actually quite like CC's straightforward style; S should be stricter and more domineering. I quickly finished my lunch, said goodbye to Wang Bo and General Manager Huang with slightly surprised looks, and returned to my office.

The afternoon was busy as usual; I even spent an hour in the workshop, drinking a lot of water because my mouth was dry. Around five o'clock, CC called me again; it turned out she had driven to the company gate to pick me up. Not wanting to attract attention, I left work an hour early, went to the attendance counter at the company gate, and made an excuse about going out on business (this is one of the advantages of being a department head; if you want to leave during working hours, you can just make up any excuse. The attendance department has records for company leaders and special personnel who frequently go out on business). I walked out of the company gate and got into CC's car. More than 20 minutes later, the car drove out of the city and sped towards Tongsheng Lake."

"Little bitch, take off your clothes and pants so I can check," CC commanded coldly as she drove. "This... I'm afraid someone will see," I hesitated, glancing at the passing cars. "Hmph, you're a slutty little bitch anyway, what are you afraid of? Hurry up and take off your clothes and pants!" CC's expression remained unyielding. There was no way around it; a slave must obey their master. Reluctantly, I took off my clothes. CC gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other, without hesitation, lifted my shirt, groped around my chest for a moment, then pulled it out and reached inside my pants, groping between my legs... "Pretty obedient, listening to your master, no bra or panties," CC said, looking at me with a mocking gaze. "Do you know why your master doesn't let you wear a bra and panties?" she followed up. Seeing my hesitation, CC answered her own question, "Because bras and panties are for covering up shame, and you're a shameless bitch, so you're not qualified to wear a bra or panties. Do you understand now?" "Understood, Master." My emotions were stirred by this humiliating question.

CC's hand continued to caress between my legs, and after a while, she said lightly, "You slutty little bitch, your 'bb' is all wet." "Mmm... Master, you're so bad!" I said coquettishly, my body burning with heat and my eyes glazed over. "Well, you dare to talk bad about your master. It seems I have to teach you a lesson!" Master said with a half-smile, increasing the amplitude and frequency of her finger movements... "Mmm... Ah..." I groaned, my body sinking deep into the back of the chair and sliding down. "Take off your pants," Master commanded, pressing her advantage. Desire surged wildly, and the master's command was so "considerate," so I simply pulled down my pants, leaned against the door, bent my knees and raised them high, letting the master's fingers caress me. I didn't care whether passing cars would see this erotic scene; the whole world seemed to freeze on the master's fingers, each touch assaulting my mind... In the speeding car, I climaxed. The

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car drove into the courtyard of the lakeside villa. As soon as the car stopped, CC commanded, "Strip naked and crawl out." "Yes, master," I knew very well that today's training had actually started from the moment we met. When I got out of the car completely naked, the moment my limbs touched the ground, CC took out the silver iron chain and fastened it to the leather collar around my neck—this leather collar hadn't been taken off since yesterday's training, I had been wearing it the whole time.

CC held the iron chain and led me around the courtyard before entering the villa. "Master, I'd like to use the bathroom," I said to CC, a little embarrassed. The afternoon's work had been hectic, and I'd drunk too much water, which was starting to have side effects. "Oh? The little bitch wants to pee?" CC squatted down in front of me, a malicious smile flashing across her face, making me feel uneasy. Despite this, I obediently replied, "Yes, Master." "You wait," CC said with a grin, getting up and leaving.

A moment later, CC returned with a basin and a two-foot square mirror: "There's a difference between humans and dogs. The bathroom isn't for you, the little bitch, to use as you please. Just pee in this basin." She placed the basin and mirror beside me. It seems CC truly lives up to her reputation as a seasoned master; she uses every opportunity as material for her training. My face flushed red with embarrassment. I squatted down, trying to figure out how to urinate, but CC grabbed my ear and scolded me sternly, "You unruly, stupid bitch! Don't you even know how to pee? Is this how a bitch urinates?" She patted my buttocks and commanded, "Lie down!" After I lay down, she gently lifted my right ankle and said, "Lift this hind leg up, lift it backward!" I had no choice but to obey her command, getting on all threes, lifting my right leg and stretching it backward and upward, like a gymnastics move. CC moved the basin below my pubic bone and placed the mirror about a meter in front of me. She grabbed my hair and made me lift my face, saying to my reflection in the mirror, "Look in the mirror! Remember your pose now. This is how a bitch urinates! From now on, you must use this pose when you urinate here with your master, understand?" "Understood, master!" I answered in a trembling voice. "Okay, pee!" Only then did my master grant me permission to urinate.

I felt like I had been granted a pardon—I was already in a hurry, and my master's antics made it even harder to hold it in. But this position was so awkward, and coupled with the humiliation I had just suffered, I hadn't recovered yet, and for a moment I couldn't urinate... I struggled to maintain this position, and after a long while, the urine finally gushed out, but a considerable portion still flowed down my left thigh and onto the ground. CC didn't seem to mind; she just squatted beside me, watching me urinate in the mirror while constantly patting my right thigh, which was sticking up, from bottom to top, correcting my posture, saying, "Lift it higher, lift it higher, a bitch should look like a bitch..." How shameful! I never expected that a simple pee would be played with so many times by CC; it was more of a surprise.

After this little episode, CC patiently cleaned everything up before leading me to the training room on the third floor. As soon as we entered the training room, CC made me stand under the electric hoist and took a bundle of thick, soft red cotton rope to tie me up. The binding process began with the hands, first binding them tightly behind the back, then wrapping them around the shoulders and continuously knotting them from top to bottom, outlining polygons on the body's surface. It seemed CC had applied the legendary tortoise shell bondage to me. The tortoise shell bondage ended at the waist, leaving only two long rope ends hanging on either side. Next, CC took a pair of shackles from the wall. These shackles had a long metal rod in the middle, with two shackles fixed to both ends of the rod. CC made me sit on the ground and locked my ankles into the two shackles, thus fixing my legs and preventing them from coming together. Several flange holes were evenly distributed on the metal rod. CC lowered the hook of the electric hoist, threaded the two rope ends left from the tortoise shell bondage through those flange holes, and firmly wrapped them around the hook. So, when CC turned on the switch and pulled up the hook, I was suspended upside down with my legs spread apart. The tortoise shell binding evenly distributed the weight of my body, like a red net, while also preventing my ankles from bearing the entire weight.

CC took out a gag, a blindfold, two nipple clamps, and a dozen bamboo clamps from the sex toy cabinet. She gagged my mouth, blindfolded me, and then clamped the nipple clamps onto my nipples. The dozen or so bamboo clamps were clamped onto my breasts, stomach, waist, buttocks... As the pain intensified, feelings of fear and excitement spread through my heart. After a while, I heard a "snap," like the sound of a lighter, and soon after, a burning sensation suddenly came from the soles of my feet. Normally, such a sudden blow to the sensitive soles of my feet would have made me jump up and scream in pain, but now, under the control of the shackles, ropes, and gag, I could not move or shout, and could only twist and make low "mmm" sounds.

My master was dripping wax onto me. These were low-temperature waxes specifically for SM, with a melting point not exceeding 60 degrees Celsius. A single low-temperature wax, as thick as a child's arm and twenty centimeters long, cost seventy or eighty yuan—dozens of times the price of a regular candle. But for SM enthusiasts who enjoy dripping wax, it was worth the money. I just didn't expect my master to be so mischievous, immediately pouring the wax onto my sensitive soles.

As the candle burned, the wax was splashed all over my body, even my inner thighs and other sensitive areas weren't spared. The bamboo clips attached to my body were removed one by one. Each time a clip was removed, the area it held was immediately doused with scalding hot wax. The sensation of pain upon pain, followed by immediate cooling, relaxation, and itching—changing rapidly—created a rather dramatic and torturous effect.

Finally, the master released the bamboo clamps on my breasts and the nipple clamps, and the hot wax poured down, making it hard for me to breathe, as if I were being carried away by the warm, scalding current…

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After a short rest, I heard CC fetching some things. I quickly realized that one of them was a leather paddle, because CC was using it to beat the wax coating on my body, layer by layer, while continuing to drip wax. The sensations of heat, pain, and itching alternated throughout my body, constantly stimulating my rising desire. This continued for a few minutes before CC blew out the candle. A little while later, the leather paddle suddenly struck my bare, exposed genitals from above with a soft whistling sound. Before I could even react, the paddle, with a flick of CC's wrist, struck the same spot repeatedly and briefly. Hanging upside down with my legs spread, head to toe, I was struggling in agony and itching, groaning, when CC bent down and took my genitals into her mouth, her warm, soft lips and tongue sucking and licking, instantly making my tense body go limp.

After a moment of soothing, CC's lips and tongue left my private parts. Immediately, a thick, hard, cool, and smooth round object pushed open my petals and thrust into my clitoris—it was a vibrator. CC held the vibrator in one hand and pumped it up and down, while the other hand held a leather slap and patted various parts of my body, from top to bottom, patting the soles of my feet, thighs, buttocks, breasts, etc. Sometimes she would pull out the vibrator and use the slap to pat my private parts again. After a while of this thrusting and patting, my orgasms came one after another, several times in half an hour. Honey nectar gushed from my clitoris, flowing down my upside-down limbs, covering my entire body—my belly, breasts, neck, cheeks, even my temples and behind my ears were covered in nectar, a scene of indescribable lewdness. The entire process took place almost entirely in silence. Aside from the continuous slapping sounds, CC remained completely silent, and my mouth was firmly gagged. My moans and cries were reduced to low, muffled "uh-uh" sounds, occasionally punctuated by silent twitches—a sign of impending climax.

I loved this feeling of complete absorption, my soul released, my body becoming my master's living toy. All pretense and affectation vanished. I was so genuinely needed, possessed, and dominated by my master, naked and direct, primal and wild. I think I'm a SM enthusiast, and even more so, an aesthete.

This training was physically demanding for both CC and me. When she lifted me to the ground and removed my blindfold, I noticed fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Bound and numb, I nestled in her arms, enjoying her kisses and caresses, my heart overflowing with joy and gratitude. Being a competent master is no easy task. One must possess a wild imagination to provide the slave with novel and intense training experiences, while also having a high sense of responsibility, fully considering the slave's safety and feelings; one must have the creativity of an artist and the rigor of an engineer, meticulously completing every step of the training.

We were both a little hungry, but thankfully CC was prepared, with plenty of food and drinks, just needing to be heated in the microwave. The lights in the dining room came on, and the aroma of food and drinks on the table was incredibly tempting. CC made me crawl under the table to wait for her while she went upstairs to get something. Hmph, what a meticulous woman! Making me crawl under the table for such a short time, my arms and legs are getting sore. I'm not that stupid. I took advantage of the break to stand up and stretch, then casually sat back down in the chair.

A few minutes later, I heard CC's crisp footsteps on the stairs. I quickly jumped back down from the chair; being caught violating the slave rules by CC would be punishable. CC, dressed in a black SM queen-like leather outfit, gracefully entered the restaurant. Her snow-white skin, beautiful face, and slender, athletic figure, accentuated by the simple yet sexy black leather, were simply stunning. I think I was completely mesmerized, my face flushed, until CC flicked my forehead and snapped me out of my daze. "Little bitch, what are you daydreaming about?" CC asked. "Master, you're so beautiful!" I murmured, mesmerized. "You're a beautiful little bitch too!" CC patted my head.

Dinner

began. The master sat at the table, poured a glass of red wine, swirled the tall glass, and smiled as she glanced at Pa at her feet, saying, "Little bitch, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Master will feed you. Here, have a piece of braised pork ribs first." She then picked up a rib with her chopsticks and held it above my head. I looked up, about to bite the rib, but she twisted her wrist, raising the tip of her chopsticks high, and laughed, "Come on, let's see if you can bite it." I couldn't help but sigh. I knew this "bad" woman wouldn't let me eat in peace, but I still didn't expect her to prevent me from even getting the first bite. Whenever I was with her, the discipline was omnipresent and constant. I stretched my neck to bite, she dodged, I bit empty air again, I bit again, she dodged again... And so it went, she held the rib up and down, left and right, making me spin around in circles, as if I were a little bitch being teased by her master. I stopped, glaring at CC and the rib between her chopsticks with some annoyance and shame, my chest heaving, panting heavily. CC, however, was like a mischievous girl doing something naughty, her face full of a mischievous smile, constantly winking at me and waving her chopsticks. Her happy look made it impossible for me to hate her. I knew I could never win against this mistress.

"Master, if you don't give the ribs to the little female dog soon, they'll get cold, and she'll get an upset stomach." Since I couldn't fight back, I had to beg my master for some. CC was amused by me: "Do you really want some? Then bark a couple of times, and I'll feed you!" "Woof woof... woof woof..." I barked. "Such a good little female dog!" CC patted my head, used her chopsticks to get a thick, juicy rib, and fed it to me. Then she picked up a piece of pigeon meat and said, "Want some pigeon? You know how to make it, right?" This time, without her prompting, I barked "woof woof" on my own... CC fed me a few bites of food, then picked up a wine glass and said, "Good little female dog, have some wine with your master. Stick your mouth out, and your master will feed you." "After saying that, she raised the cup to her lips and took a sip. I barked twice, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth wide. CC then lowered her head and, through the air, slowly sipped the wine she had been holding into my mouth, along with her saliva. We took turns drinking, and soon we were both a little tipsy. A blush rose to CC's cheeks, making her even more beautiful. She picked up a meatball with her chopsticks, held it up to her eyes, and a sly smile appeared on her face: "Little bitch, come and have a meatball." She popped the meatball into her mouth, then brought her face close to mine, clearly wanting me to take it from her mouth. Emboldened by the alcohol, I leaned in, placing my hands on her knees and kissing her. Our lips met, and I tried to tug at the meatball with my tongue, but she inhaled, letting it roll under her tongue. I chased after it, she held firm, and our tongues became entangled in a fierce "fight."

In the end, I didn't get to eat the meatball; in the midst of the "melee," CC swallowed it whole, though I did get to eat a lot of her saliva. "Hmph, how unfair!" I said, emboldened by the alcohol, barking and nuzzling against her neck, pretending to bite her, making her giggle uncontrollably. "Are you really that hungry, little bitch?" CC grabbed my ear, suppressing a laugh as she asked. "This little bitch is almost starving! If you don't let me eat, I'll bite you, I'll eat your flesh!" "Saying that, I shook my head and pounced on her again... We played around for a while until we were too tired to play anymore, and then I sat on her lap to rest. After a while, CC's strength had probably fully recovered. She slapped my thigh and said, 'Stand up, little bitch. Since you're so hungry, your master will give you a big meal!' She made me stand to the side, and then she stood up herself and began to unfasten a belt on her abdomen. CC's SM queen leather outfit, apart from a pair of tall boots, could only be considered a leather bra on the upper body, with her breasts half-naked and her navel exposed. She was only wearing leather shorts on her lower body, but there was a secret at the front of the shorts. When CC unfastened the belt on the shorts, a folding dildo was released. This dildo was made of plastic and shone with a dark luster. The lower end supported her crotch, and the upper end could be folded and fastened in front of the waistband. CC sat down on the chair and beckoned to me, saying, 'Come here!'" "I roughly understood what was going to happen next, and a surge of heat welled up inside me. I walked over and stood beside her. CC pulled me into her arms, her chin gently resting against my back. As I sat down, I asked in a coquettish voice, 'What are you doing?' CC whispered in my ear, her voice filled with lust, 'What are you doing? Of course, I'm going to fuck you!' As she spoke, she guided the dildo apart my petals with her hand, letting me slowly 'sit' on it. CC gritted her teeth in my ear again, 'You slutty little bitch, your master will let you have your fill from both mouths, are you happy now?'"

So I experienced my first ever tabletop sex. My master fed me food and wine mouth-to-mouth, thrusting and jerking me every few bites, his hands occasionally reaching between my legs to rub rapidly. Eating and sex happened simultaneously. When things got really exciting, CC grabbed my hair, lifted me up, and pressed me against the edge of the table. I stood with my legs apart, leaning over the table, and CC, standing behind me, gave me a series of rapid, powerful thrusts, making the cups and plates on the table rattle and clatter. Finally, this unique feast came to a perfect end.

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Time flies, and summer arrived in the blink of an eye. Five months had passed since my first real-life BDSM session with CC. During these five months, CC and I had spent very little time together. First, our company's 300-ton truck crane officially went into production. A large number of parts processing and assembly required quality control. As the head of the quality control department, I had to work overtime non-stop, arriving early and leaving late, and rarely getting a day off. Secondly, the real estate market also experienced a boom that year. As the sales director of a well-known real estate company, CC was naturally constantly on the go, her footprints covering surrounding cities and even the whole country, spending most of her time away from the city. But whenever we managed to steal a moment of free time, we would get together and have a thoroughly enjoyable SM session. We became increasingly compatible, understanding each other's needs perfectly, and CC was especially creative, constantly surprising me.

This weekend, CC and I had the rare opportunity to both take a vacation. On Friday afternoon, CC called me and asked me to come to her place early Saturday morning. "I've made plans with Liang Jinyan tomorrow," she calmly told me. Liang Jinyan is CC's longest-standing friend in the local lesbian SM circle, and like CC, she is also a submissive. CC and I had discussed the topic of group BDSM many times, reaching a consensus that while group BDSM is indeed more exciting, the risk of a mishap is also greater, and participants must be familiar and professional insiders. CC and I were both eager to try the fun of group BDSM, and Liang Jinyan was undoubtedly the top choice for a participant. However, she wasn't someone you could easily book.

Liang Jinyan, the owner of Tongtian Group, an outstanding private entrepreneur in the city, and a representative of the Provincial People's Congress, is said to have started as a migrant worker from a remote rural area. She worked various jobs, from setting up a newspaper stand to selling breakfast. Through hard work, ambition, and shrewdness, she climbed her way up from the bottom of society to the wealthy. Her Tongtian Group has businesses spanning hotels, restaurants, and entertainment, employing thousands of people. It has numerous branches not only in the city but also in other cities. The 19-story company headquarters, Tongtian Entertainment City, is located in the city's most bustling area, and almost everyone in the city knows about it. CC and Liang Jinyan have known each other for eight years and consider each other like-minded and trustworthy friends. This Ms. Liang is also a very busy person, constantly socializing. As a single woman, it's truly not easy to support such a large business. When I learned that CC had already made an appointment with Liang Jinyan, I knew we were about to embark on a completely new experience... Early Saturday morning, I drove my recently purchased Nissan sedan to CC's villa for the appointment. This Nissan was my first private car; although not luxurious, it offered excellent value for money. CC gave me a complete set of electronic keys for her villa, so I drove straight into her garage. After parking, I walked towards the main house of the villa. As soon as I opened the door, before even stepping into the foyer, I heard a burst of unrestrained laughter, followed by a deep, slightly hoarse female voice saying, "...Those overseas Chinese women say I like to show off, so I told them that I, Liang Jinyan, only like to have sex, not to show off." After saying this, there was another burst of laughter, interspersed with CC's giggles, suggesting that the two were having a very engaging conversation. I stepped into the first-floor reception room. The air conditioning was on full blast, a cool breeze blowing in. Two people sat on the leather sofa: CC and a tall, robust, dark-skinned, middle-aged woman. This woman was in her forties, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high, slightly hooked nose, a large mouth, and full lips. Her hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head. Her face bore a slight resemblance to the film actress Siqin Gaowa. Her skin was dark with a ruddy tint, and she was probably over 1.7 meters tall when standing. She wore a silk-trimmed, multicolored, imitation brocade blouse, a pearl necklace, and several rings of various colors—red, green, and clear—on her fingers, giving her the air of a nouveau riche. Her demeanor and bearing possessed both the dignified arrogance of someone long accustomed to power and the shrewdness and ruthlessness characteristic of a rural woman. I knew she was CC's close friend, Liang Jinyan.

When CC saw me enter the living room, she nodded to me. As I approached them, CC pointed to Liang Jinyan and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Chairman Liang of Tongtian Group." She then pointed at me and smiled at Liang Jinyan, "This is my little bitch, Biyan." Hearing CC call me "little bitch," my cheeks flushed, and I quickly extended my hand to Liang Jinyan, saying, "Hello, Chairman Liang." Liang Jinyan looked up at me deeply, smiled slightly, and shook my hand. Her palms were thick and large, her fingers long and fleshy, like little clubs. She patted the leather sofa beside her and said, "Sit!" I straightened my dress and sat down, smiling as I asked, "What were you two talking about? You seemed to be having a good time?" "Chairman Liang was telling me about her recent trip to Europe!" CC interjected. "Oh? Any interesting stories?" I wanted to cater to her interests and get Liang Jinyan to open up, hoping to ease the awkwardness of our first meeting through conversation. “It’s nothing much, it’s just that the openness of Westerners broadened my horizons, and their emphasis on tradition also impressed me deeply,” Liang Jinyan said slowly, her voice deep and resonant, filled with a strong chest resonance.

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During my trip, I visited several famous lesbian bars and SM clubs in major European cities. Like that one in London, oh right, the Skento Club, and the Obedience Club, the Rockbird Bar; the Sunflower Club in Paris, the Melcomon Bar in Milan, and the Queen’s Wanderers Club in Stockholm—I saw them all with my own eyes. In London, according to a female overseas Chinese who accompanied me, the Skento Club and the Obedience Club are both well-known, long-established SM clubs in Europe. They have their own regular public events, with male dominators and female slaves, female dominators and male slaves, male dominators and male slaves, female dominators and female slaves…” "They even have training and performances of female slaves. A few years ago, something sensational happened at the Skento Club. A male and female BDSM volunteer from the club performed a training show in public. The female submissive stripped naked and acted as a female dog, while the male dominant acted as the dog owner. They led a large group of dogs and the female submissive together along Ockham Road to Regent's Park, circled the park, and then returned the same way. Many BDSM enthusiasts and Londoners followed and watched. Television stations also interviewed them. I heard that the incident happened not far from the Chinese Embassy." Liang Jinyan introduced her trip to Europe. "My God, unimaginable! If this happened in China, that couple would definitely be arrested by the police as hooligans." I shook my head and said. Liang Jinyan added, “Western countries are very free. It’s not uncommon for lesbian bars in red-light districts to have sex shows and SM performances. I’ve seen such shows in several lesbian bars. But the most unforgettable one was a group sex scene with dozens of people participating at the same time at the Queen’s Wanderers Club in Stockholm. This club is purely a lesbian SM club, and men are not allowed to enter.”

“Ms. Liang, you just watched? You didn’t participate personally?” I asked curiously. CC rolled her eyes at me and said, "You're being nosy. President Liang is here to train you, not to be interrogated." Liang Jinyan glanced at CC and me, and chuckled, "The training isn't urgent, we'll talk about it later. Satisfying Biyan's curiosity is more important." She thought for a moment and then said, "Actually, my personality is quite contradictory. You could say I'm radical, but I'm also quite nostalgic. You could say I'm conservative, but sometimes I do things that can really shock the people around me. Public sex and training performances like this are too theatrical. You can't really experience the feeling you want. Watching is fine, but participating is out of the question." "Oh, I see..." I nodded in understanding. Liang Jinyan continued, "Although I wasn't involved, I still took quite a few photos and videos. Normally, you can't just take pictures in those kinds of situations; you have to get the performers' permission beforehand. But 'money talks,' as the saying goes, so I paid them, and they let me take the pictures." "Ms. Liang, could we see what you took?" I asked. "Of course! CC and I have been close friends for many years, and I always share these things with her. I brought a photo album and a digital video camera today specifically to show you." As she spoke, Liang Jinyan picked up a Louis Vuitton handbag from beside her and opened it.

She first took a gleaming metal ring from her bag and handed it to me, saying, "This is a sterling silver dog collar I bought at a pet store in Paris. I brought it here especially for you today. Try it on and see if it fits." I took the silver ring and saw a key on one side and a shiny bell on the other. The thought that Liang Jinyan was so solemnly giving me the dog collar—her unspoken message being that she considered me a female dog—made my face burn with embarrassment. Liang Jinyan then took the collar back, saying, "Let me put it on you," and unlocked the collar, putting it around my neck and locking it. She then handed the key to CC. Liang Jinyan scrutinized me for a while, then nodded in satisfaction, saying, "Hmm, not bad, just like it was tailor-made for you." CC also got up and brought me a mirror to look at myself. In the mirror, my face was flushed and I looked radiant, with a hint of barely perceptible joy in my eyes and brows. The pure silver necklace was indeed

exquisitely crafted, adding an indescribable allure to my appearance. After I tried on the necklace, Liang Jinyan took out a photo album and a digital video camera from her bag and handed them to me. I first held the digital video camera up to my eyes and watched it with great interest. The things Liang Jinyan had filmed were quite wonderful, and many of the shots were eye-opening. Among them, the SM performance filmed in a lesbian bar was particularly exquisite: on a dazzling crystal stage, a hot, naked, stunning female slave was slowly crawling around the perimeter of the stage. Several heavy, exquisite, and beautiful gold bells were adorned on her breasts and labia, and as she crawled, the bells swayed constantly, seemingly emitting a pleasant ringing sound. The two women training her were both incredibly sexy and alluring, beauties of exceptional quality. One held the chain around her neck and led her along, while the other rode on top of her, constantly whipping her with a rattan cane, occasionally reaching between her legs from behind to lash her. The lesbians around the stage watched with great enthusiasm, clapping, cheering, and whistling. Liang Jinyan's shots were very close, clearly filmed from the edge of the stage, capturing every detail beautifully. Although the photography was very amateurish, the inherent beauty of the images made up for it. During the time I watched the recording, I felt Liang Jinyan's gaze constantly sweeping over me, her gaze seemingly burning with heat, making me feel hot all over. I could only try to cover it up by asking her questions, which she answered without hesitation, but her expression was ambiguous, as if she could read my mind, making me even more embarrassed, and a slight sweat broke out on my nose. After watching

the recording, I opened my photo album to continue browsing. Liang Jinyan moved closer to me, patiently explaining as she looked at the photos, acting like an older sister. Yet, I could still feel her gaze subtly "burning" on me. After about twenty minutes, the album was nearing its end, and several shocking photos appeared as I turned the pages. These were close-up shots, the details crystal clear. These were photos of a female slave in bondage. The restraints were complex metal mechanical structures, firmly locking the slave's various parts, rendering her completely immobile. Even her labia were clamped tightly with threaded clamps. The entire set of restraints gave a bizarre impression, as if a metal machine had dismembered the slave alive, appearing exceptionally cruel and emphasizing the "torture," leaving a deep and lasting impression. Seeing me staring blankly, Liang Jinyan asked with concern, "Are you scared? If you're not feeling well, don't look at it too much." "Hmph! Scared? You underestimate her! This slutty little bitch is probably drooling!" CC interjected at the right moment.

"Oh? Really? Let me touch it." Liang Jinyan suddenly picked me up, pulled me onto her lap, lifted my skirt, and started touching my private parts. The photo album I was admiring was casually thrown aside. In the blink of an eye, the seemingly respectable and smiling older sister had transformed into a wicked and unrestrained lecherous rogue. The stark contrast in her image shocked me, and the shame was overwhelming! I panicked and pleaded repeatedly, "President Liang, please don't! Ah...no...no!"

[To be continued]

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