【First Encounter】(01) Author: Yan Xiaoshuang

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Author: Yan Xiaoshuang
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In the sweltering summer, the turtles stretched their necks on the balcony, restlessly rubbing their rear ends back and forth with
their hind legs , comically wriggling their round bodies. Although they had never known what males were, the call of their biological clock still
stirred up the most
primal .

Alone in my small room, I knelt before the full-length dressing mirror,
dressing .

A black tortoise shell bondage was already complete on my body. Gazing at my lewd reflection in the mirror, a strange
emotion rose within me. My hands unconsciously clasped in front of my chest, starting from my neck, gently stroking each
knot binding my body. My two pink nipples, driven by lust, swelled up, firm and full.

The trickle of love juice gradually soaked the rope between my legs, so I grabbed the glass anal plug. The hard, cool shaft,
covered in my own fluids, effortlessly parted the folds of my anus, sliding smoothly into
the heat . A delicate remote-controlled vibrator was also inserted into my wet vagina.

All geared up, I put on a white blue-collar shirt and light blue athletic shorts—the standard
school uniform . But the uniform, which should have been cheerful and uplifting, couldn't lessen my shame.

That's because this uniform was for both junior and senior high school students; girls could easily buy children's sizes and then
greedily shorten them, tightening their waists. The short shirt clung tightly to the already developed
bodies of older girls, revealing their shapely curves. Then, with cunning, I pulled up the waistband of my shorts high,
revealing my slender legs. Innocence and sexiness coexisted, creating a unique allure.

As a sophomore in college, going back to playing with the temptations of my juniors felt somewhat shameful.

Not to mention the wicked thing hidden beneath the innocent clothes, and the conspicuously prominent nipples protruding from the exposed chest
.

Stiffening the chest would make the protrusion even more obvious, while hunching over would reveal the tortoise shell marks on the back. Shame
had nowhere to hide ; it was exposed to the air, allowing everyone to scrutinize my shamelessness and lewdness.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I felt a pang of fear.

This lewdness had far surpassed my usual behavior, yet the expectation of my long-admired master
gave me immense courage.

"Let's go!" I whispered to myself, trying to bolster my courage.

I grabbed my large backpack to cover the protrusion and ran into the afternoon sun.

I boarded the bus smoothly; because it was near the starting station, it wasn't crowded. I casually found a seat
, but before my bottom was even properly settled, a hard, thick object suddenly lifted me up.

The round base of the anal plug pressed against my anus, causing a sharp pain in the flesh beside it with the slightest pressure.
I decided to stand.

This bus ride from Nanshan to Luohu would take over an hour. I leaned against the wheelchair in the corner
, surrounded by railings in front and behind, which gave me a sense of security. Unfortunately, my body couldn't
relax ; the rope binding me was slowly releasing its malevolent energy.

The rope gently tugged at my delicate clitoris with the bus's vibrations, soon triggering a wave of
urgency, whether real or not. Startled, my body tensed immediately, and I thought to myself, "I absolutely cannot wet my pants on the bus."
But this excessive tension caused contractions in my urethra, each contraction bringing a tingling, itchy, trembling
pleasure that went deep inside me—a nightmarish chain reaction. The rope's
binding sensitive; every subtle sensation was amplified a hundredfold, like a raging torrent
surging through my body, threatening to overwhelm my last defenses.

Saliva had been secreting in my mouth for some time, threatening to spill from my loosened lips if I wasn't careful, so I had
to keep swallowing. The love juice had soaked through the ropes beneath me, making them swollen and sticky
against my body, incredibly repulsive. A thousand suppressed moans escaped my throat, only a few faint,
mosquito gurgling sounds managed to escape, unable to express the pent-up frustration.

A sliver of reason told me I couldn't think about these things anymore. I took a deep breath, shifted my focus, and
looked at the pure, adorable face of my little darling beside me, smiling so happily—it was truly a purifying experience.

Gradually, I could feel the cool breeze from the air conditioner vents, which calmed the burning desire within me
. Although it was still unbearable, I was no longer so weak and limp from lust before even reaching my master
.

I weakly hugged my large backpack, leaning against the windowpane; perhaps the pressure of my back against the glass would make people outside see
something strange . But I didn't have the energy to care anymore. The bus was still bustling with people; it was approaching rush hour,
and more people were getting on at each stop. The air around me was gradually getting hotter.

A few men, dressed in shirts and trousers, briefcases, chatting and laughing, stood next to me—a
picture of refined gentlemen.

My heart, which had been pounding, finally calmed down. My friends would surely be focused
on their conversation and wouldn't notice anything unusual about me in the corner.

Having gotten used to the friction of the ropes, I started playing with the anal plug with a perverse sense of pleasure. I manipulated my anus,
enjoying myself immensely.

Suddenly, the bus braked sharply, and I lost my footing, bumping into the man next to me.

The man gave me a strange look, and I quickly got up, smiled apologetically, and scurried back into the corner.

After a moment of calm, I thought everything was over.

Suddenly, a finger darted across my waist, touching several ropes.

I quickly looked in the direction he was pointing, but unfortunately, I saw nothing. Everything seemed normal.

A sudden fear of the unknown crept into my heart, and I hesitated whether to get off early and take a taxi
; there were just too many people.

The doors opened again, and the driver shouted from the front, "Those who can't get on, take the next one! Don't push! Those
who are getting on, move to the back, don't crowd at the front, the doors won't close!"

Another wave of people surged in. The men from before stood even closer to me; my small frame was
surrounded by them, and I couldn't see anything outside. I lowered my eyes, trying not to look at
the sweat stains spreading across the shirt of the man in front of me. The stuffy, cramped space was filled with the pungent smells of cigarette smoke and sweat, making every day feel like...
"Years" and "sitting on pins and needles" are insufficient to describe the misery I felt at that moment.

"Hey, you're going to shatter the glass." A burning hot hand slipped into the gap between my back and the glass, stroking the patterns on my tortoise shell back and forth. My companions were also scanning me up and down with disdain, my face flushed and my utterly bewildered. Unbearable shame completely overwhelmed my brain, and tears began to well up in my eyes. I cursed my master's lousy mission a thousand times in my mind, and all sorts of regretful thoughts began to surface. I bit my lip, trembling, trying to hold back the tears. I couldn't cry here; crying would only make me look weaker… "Where are you going to play with that little tortoise shell tied up? Wow, you're all wet with lewdness. Tsk tsk tsk." Seeing that there wasn't much resistance, the man became even bolder, standing directly next to me, brazenly reaching out to knead my buttocks. "Don't move, or I'll lift your clothes up. Then everyone on the bus will see what you're wearing on your slutty little body, hehehehe," the man continued his mocking threat. "Get away, get out of here, I'm not a slutty woman," I cried out helplessly in my heart, but no one could hear me. Although my figure was swallowed up by the crowd, I could still feel countless strange gazes shooting at my body like arrows. "Little bitch, you can be horny on the bus." "Slut, you look like you need to be fucked." "Look, look, your pants are soaked, so much juice." I could almost hear the insults of the crowd. My lust was once again aroused by the verbal abuse. The man was still pulling on the rope between my legs. A spurt of semen, responding to the rope's call, sprayed onto my light blue athletic shorts, creating a large, wet, lewd stain. My consciousness was gradually slipping away from my body. "Come with me when we get off, let me give you a good thrashing." The man brazenly reached his hands deeper into my chest, which I had been tightly covering with my backpack, and roughly kneaded my firm, perky breasts, squeezed by the pressure of his tortoise shell. This drew malicious smiles from the guys watching. This scene was beyond my comprehension; my tense nerves finally crumbled. Panicked, I was like a puppet, helpless and at his mercy. I clutched my backpack tightly, tears finally streaming down my face. "Grand Theater Station, please take your…" The announcement, like a rallying cry after a long battle, pulled my mind back from this hell of depravity to reality. I desperately broke free from the men's encirclement and fled the train in a disheveled state. The sunlight returned, and the scorching air restored a touch of color to my pale face. I searched frantically through the crowd for my master, who had said he would wait for me at the bus stop. "Nothing to the left... nothing to the right... nowhere at all..." Having endured so much suffering and run so far, I couldn't find him. Despite the sweltering summer heat, a sudden gust of cold wind sent a shiver down my spine. "How were you on the bus, Shuang?" A large, warm hand touched my shoulder from behind. The quiet hotel room, thick curtains obscuring the view, blurred the distinction between day and night. Only a dim lamp illuminated the room. The air conditioner's chill seeped into my sweaty skin, the cold seeping into my bones. I straightened my back, arms wrapped around myself behind my back, and knelt reverently before my master. Straight hair, ruffled by the wind, clung to my face, which was covered in fine beads of sweat, making me look pitiful. The nipples, swollen with blood from the repeated torment, now bulged even more wildly, creating large, erect protrusions on the chest. The already tight shirt clung even more tightly to the body, the black rope marks clearly visible on the white fabric. The crotch of the athletic shorts was soaked with love fluid, large patches of shameful wetness showing through – it wouldn't have been any worse than if she had actually wet herself. The master, still exuding a lewd aura unique to Xiao Shuang , leaned back in the circular chair, propping his chin on his hand, scanning his utterly disheveled . "You're so slutty, Shuang. I haven't even disciplined you yet, and you're already soaking wet like this." "Take it all off, let me see your tortoise shell." After a moment's hesitation, I slowly removed the clothes that barely covered me. My naked body was now completely exposed to my master's gaze. Black cotton ropes hung haphazardly around me, soaked with sweat. The once square diamond pattern was now limp and shapeless, lost in the struggle and pulling, hanging limply and messily at my sides. The cotton rope between my thighs, saturated with countless drops of love fluid, was easily pulled out by my master, forming a silvery , viscous thread that swayed gently between my legs. It was completely unrecognizable as a tortoise shell; my body now resembled a foolish cat caught in a ball of yarn , clumsy and ridiculous. "Is this your tortoise shell?" My master stood up, both amused and annoyed, circling me and scrutinizing my embarrassing state. Should I explain the terrifying experience to my master? No… that would be too lowly. How could I tell him that I had climaxed multiple times under the pull of a stranger, and had enjoyed various sadomasochistic experiences? But how else could I explain this disheveled tortoise shell? My master must have already guessed what would happen when he assigned the task. Lost in thought, my master noticed me bowing my head in silence, my cheeks gradually flushing with embarrassment. He interrupted . "Alright, I'll teach you again. Remember carefully, I'll only teach you once." "Untie the rope, fold it in half, and pull it hard to feel its elasticity. Put the rope loop around your neck, and tie four knots in total, one around your collarbone, one between your breasts, and one around your navel . Tie each knot slightly higher than the other. The distance between the knots depends on how you felt about the rope's elasticity . Then, pass the rope under your crotch, between your labia, and tighten it. The height of the knots on your back should be the same as the height of your chest . Tie them carefully one by one, and finally, pass it through the loop around your neck, tightening it again. But don't tighten it too much; leave some room for the diamond pattern to stretch out. Finally, pass the rope under your armpits, through the loops one by one, and pull out a neat diamond pattern. Finally, wrap the remaining rope around the rope at your back, and you're done."

A familiar voice gently rang in my ears. My master stood behind me, holding the rope, meticulously working on my body , offering timely reminders of any steps that might lead to a mistake. The skillful grip ensured the rope garment
clung tightly to my body, outlining my curves, lifting my breasts, and the restrained feeling of being held in an embrace made my body even more
sensitive and wanton.

(To be continued)

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