【Eastern United States Sadomasochistic Love】(Part 1) (01-03) Author: Higashimura Mimo

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Author: Higashimura Mimo
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Chapter 1

"I'll pick you up at the airport."

"What?"

"Your headme." The clever and concise man made her feel genuinely comfortable.

"Why?"

Shouldn't it be something like this: set a place, knock on the door, open the door, undress, shower, get in bed, shower again, get in bed again (

repeating the first two steps n times according to each other's ability and willingness), get dressed, and never see each other again?

"My flight attendant fantasies." Ah, that's much easier to understand.

Once someone has tried BDSM, how many can return to

the stage of calmly enjoying ordinary "normal" sex? That day with him was actually her first time turning something so unspeakable into
practice , a real practice with accomplices. After secretly hoping for it for many years.

Rope.

Something that made her heart, liver, gallbladder, lungs, chest, abdomen, thighs, vagina, and uterus contract rapidly in a second.

That summer, while her lover was away on a business trip overseas, she used ropes to repeatedly torture and play with her body, locking herself
in their shared home, waiting for his return; a burning desire and loneliness like the tropical sun. She bound herself to
madness, yet couldn't share it with her partner. In front of her lover, she only worried that she wasn't perfect or gentle enough.

—In a daze, she was already out of customs, Tony standing there holding a coffee.

Hi/Hi; Hello/I'm fine; You've had a long day/Not at all—I'm sorry to bother you/You're welcome.

Tony took her luggage and handed her a cup of hot coffee. The same height as him.

Just standing next to him, she knew—her long-standing sensitivity to 6-foot-1 men. Even though
her childhood sweetheart the 6-foot-1 man, hadn't been seen for years.

Slumping into her passenger seat, her whole body relaxed, she realized how truly exhausted

she was. She hadn't yet adjusted to the turbulence of the flight. However, the instinctive action of reaching for the seatbelt made her tense:
Ah… the seatbelt.

Every time she unconsciously wrapped the car seatbelt around her wrist, she would invariably suspend her weight

over the constricted area of her wrist to enjoy the fleeting pleasure of the tightening veins; she constantly worried that her fellow passengers might

discover her unusual fetish. Especially when she was traveling in a minibus with a group of unfamiliar flight crew members… This
suspense intensified her brief, private moments of masturbation.

Now, sitting in Tony's car—the man who perhaps clearly understood her weakness—she
didn't even dare to play with the seatbelt too much: she worried that he might say something unbearable to her nerves
.

To be treated brutally and roughly. To be repeatedly played with and even had foreign objects inserted into her most sensitive areas. To be
verbally violated and abused by a powerful man. And the excitement that
surged through .

Even more so, an unprecedented, completely uncontrolled, purely physiological, forced orgasm…

—the SM fantasy was exceptionally stimulating. Beside her, her accomplice, about to realize her dark thoughts, remained silent
and unfamiliar .

The journey from the airport to the hotel wasn't long, but as usual, she answered every question without uttering a word,
her fingers immersed in the darkness, touching the cold car window, secretly trembling with nervousness.

However, he didn't actually tear her airline uniform or anything. They were even quite shy at first.

He turned on the TV in the hotel room.

"You said you like red wine, try this one."

He handed her a standard Italian Chinese wine.

NBC was playing on TV, and they chatted somewhat awkwardly, like acquaintances forced to attend a departmental social party after work—
about trivial matters, politics, economics, literature, art, Yao Ming, and Kobe.

For a long time, no one dared to close the one-meter distance on the sofa—it turned out that this seemingly

carefree , playful man could also feel a little embarrassed when it came to the task at hand. This gave her a warm sense of relief:
it turned out she wasn't the only one with a somewhat awkward side, despite claiming to be heartless and just out for fun.

Chapter Two:

Fortunately, the man's directness/patience ratio was greater than hers.

From the moment the rope appeared, a subtle chemical reaction-like change occurred within her body at the speed of atomic fission.

The rope in the tall man's hand shone proudly and dazzlingly white in the dimly lit hotel room. Her body, as if
under a spell, began to involuntarily submit to the man before her—"Master?"

"Stand on the sofa."

"What?"

Tony pointed to the rolled-up white rope, his chin pointing towards the sofa, and
said in a cold, formal tone, like a police officer questioning her, "Take off your clothes. I'm going to start tying you up."

Helpless against his demand to remove her clothes and be bound, she could only close her eyes in self-deception.

She unbuttoned her clothes, but was too embarrassed to undress in front of a strange man.

Luckily, Tony took over and removed her clothes one by one, like peeling a piece of candy.

She stood unsteadily on the overly soft sofa, carefully maintaining her balance; at the same time,
she let herself be manipulated by a nearly stranger, almost reaching her psychological limit.

The rough touch of the rope perfectly stimulated her senses beyond sight.

As he slowly bound her, in what seemed like an endless time, her heart was about to leap out of her chest.

His hands were a little cold, his skin well-maintained, and he didn't deliberately touch any parts of her body that shouldn't be touched.

But as the rope was about to wrap around her legs, her nipples stood erect with excitement, making her
heart and her face flush. He must have seen it, because he suddenly changed the course of the rope—tying it around her knees.

She relaxed in a breath, almost too weak to stand. Then she felt sticky drops of water
running down her inner thighs… How embarrassing! She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the pressure from Tony's hands prevented her from
moving . She could only let the vaginal fluid drip down…

"You're already wet before I've even fucked you?"

He touched her fluid with the back of his hand, pointing out in an objective and contemptuous tone.

She desperately wanted to cover her ears, but her hands were already tightly bound, making even that impossible.

He leisurely and unhurriedly bound her, a process that felt like an eternity. (Perhaps it
was .)

After what seemed like an eternity, she secretly opened her eyes slightly and saw the ropes binding her chest and abdomen, and the knots…
Her breasts, made even more prominent by her hands behind her back, and... and those two shamefully erect nipples... the stimulation caused her
to involuntarily drip fluid again...

He tied her knees, leaving only enough space between her feet for a mere half-step.

"Get down."

At his command, she involuntarily opened her eyes, looking at the height from the sofa to the floor with difficulty:
she couldn't take a step, was she supposed to jump down?

A red saliva ball had been stuffed into her mouth, preventing her from speaking. She glanced
at the man with genuine difficulty, only to realize how tall he was. He barely lowered his gaze, looking directly into Tony's
eyes , where he was looking at her with a burning, slightly amused expression.

She frowned and blinked, pleading with his eyes.

After seeing her embarrassed and pleading look enough, "Can't get down yourself? Fine." The man stepped forward,
opened his arms, and lifted her down. During the process, her completely naked skin, except for the ropes, pressed tightly against his chest beneath

his stiff shirt , warm and shy.
There was also a sense of intimacy, a feeling of "finally making contact," that
made . So much so that when she left his arms, she felt a pang of reluctance, mixed with a mixture of anticipation
and fear.

What would Tony do next to humiliate and torment her?

"Turn around."

She obediently turned around.

A thick, exquisite velvet blindfold was placed over her. The world suddenly went dark.

Chapter Three .

"Come with me."

He held the knot between her breasts, leading her step by step like a lamb, probably
to the bedroom, she guessed: because soon they stepped onto a thick, soft carpet, the kind
you only see in front of a hotel bed.

His clothes were still neatly arranged, except his suit jacket was off, and even his tie seemed to be
in place .

"Kneel down."

"What!" She was startled. She whimpered through her nose. By what right? Who did he think he was? Could
he order her to kneel?

The pressure on her shoulders made it difficult for her to refuse; she was forced to kneel
on the wool rug in front of the bed. Then the hand on her shoulder left for a moment—she only heard a rustling sound.

Then he removed her gagging ball, and before she could catch her breath, a hot, metallic scent filled her nostrils. His
large hand gripped her chin—without a word, he was about to shove his enormous penis into her mouth.

She clenched her teeth, desperately resisting, her whole body trembling.

"So disobedient, huh?"

He didn't force her any further, but instead insultingly rubbed her warm cheeks and soft lips against his engorged member
a few times.

Then he lifted her off the floor and threw her onto the bed. Although she couldn't see, she could feel
his swelling, burning heat.

"Is he angry? Will he hit me?" she wondered, afraid, and kept silent.

He, however, began to untie the ropes binding her: starting from the back of her knees.

She had barely breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she was too quick to celebrate: he forcibly spread her legs—wide, really wide
; then he tied each ankle tightly with rope, then to the foot of the bed, stretching them almost to a 150-degree angle; then
he untied the knots at her elbows, treating her wrists the same way, securing one to a headboard.

She could imagine how exaggeratedly large her whole body had become. Her private parts, the most private place,
were exposed like this…

“You can’t see it, can you? The lighting in this room is great, the bedside lamp is on; I
turned its maximum. It’s so bright, I can see you clearly.”

“You’ve cleaned this place very well, ‘not a blade of grass,’ I like it. It should always be like this.”

“Your waist is so thin, and your breasts are so big, it’s a pity they’re hidden under your uniform!”

“You’re not as tall as those models; but your legs are long enough, and your proportions are good. It’s just
that ’re not slutty enough, you need more training.”

He “admired” her up and down with his hands while his simple and direct words made
her tremble with humiliation; luckily, her eyes were covered and her mouth was gagged, otherwise she would have felt… utterly ashamed.

His hands disappeared for a while, and then he seemed to have left the room, then returned carrying a tool bag.

“Your mouth is useless, so I’ll gag you.” He said, roughly stuffing a wad of towel into her mouth.

He began to insert toys of different textures into her wet private parts. Hard plastic, soft plastic, cold
metal, elastic rubber.

She was stimulated…

“Do you know what you look like right now? Like a naked little lamb. Shivering? Is it
because you’re cold? No, you’re so hot here!”

The man suddenly pulled out a metallic, vibrating, bullet-shaped toy. Before she could even catch
her breath, a large finger was inserted into her.

Tied to the bed and unable to move, the moment the finger entered her, she knew her body temperature must have risen and she must have
blushed—the undeniable pink hue on her chest when she was excited…

Yes, the pink, sexy skin that her lover used to tease her about, yet which she secretly loved.

Tony deliberately reminded her of this, “What’s wrong? Can’t you handle this?” Perhaps this only
excited him more.

Another finger slipped inside, slowly thrusting in and out, swirling smoothly, occasionally scraping her with its nail.
She couldn't see his face, unaware that his eyes never left her flushed cheeks, rosy lips, and
engorged breasts. He saw every expression on her face, influencing the control of his fingers.

If he knew how long it had been since she'd felt this way, he would surely laugh at her. The woman thought that after her lover left
, she could stop loving anyone; but her youthful body had been dormant for too long, involuntarily and
ambitiously summoning caresses under Tony's provocation.

His patience was truly... Every time he tormented her until she was close to climax, he would stop and leisurely admire
her furrowed brows and distressed expression.

"Want it? Beg me."

Tony finally removed the towel from her mouth and even took off the blindfold.

The light was too bright; she couldn't open her eyes for a moment. Frowning, she whispered, "I... want..."

"Want what? Say it clearly."

He rubbed his erect member against her thigh, a conqueror's coercion in his eyes.

"I want you... inside me."

"Where do you want me to go?"

"I...there..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it, her face flushed red, on the verge of tears, trembling slightly. Finally, he
couldn't resist any longer , pressing her shoulders and thrusting deep inside her.

[To be continued]

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