The SM growth process of the girl with black eyes

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◎Long Novel◎ The SM Growth Process of the Girl with Black Eyes

Part 1

I am 33 years old this year. I entered the marriage hall at 24 and gave birth to a lively and lovely daughter the following year. My husband is four years older than me. He is a civil servant, not a high-ranking one, but still respectable. I work in a state-owned

enterprise . To avoid gossip about my workplace, I will hide my real name. I entered this system directly after graduating from university and have been working there ever since. My superiors and

colleagues have always praised my abilities and performance. In addition, I am also considered beautiful. I am 168 cm tall and weigh 106 kg. From my school days until now, how should I put it? I am quite

confident in my appearance because I have grown up with the pursuit of men for so many years.

Before getting to the main topic, I think it is necessary to talk about my marriage and sex life. Perhaps this will help me find some reasons why I entered the SM circle. My first time wasn't with my

husband. During my university years, I gave it to a boyfriend I thought I trusted. Back then, I was very naive and hoped to spend my life with him. But we

broke up after graduation because we lived in different cities, and he realistically abandoned me. My hard work and waiting only resulted in an abortion. My later husband was someone I met through an

introduction The reason I married him was related to my emotional trauma and my disillusionment with the world. I no longer had any hope for love; I just wanted a

man with a stable job, a good personality, and a future I could see. On our wedding night, my husband noticed I hadn't bled during sex, but he was a fairly open-minded man. He was very careful and never mentioned

virginity . I'm very grateful to this man. After marriage, I've been a good wife, and after our daughter was born, I became a wonderful mother. I think our life is quite happy.

In terms of sex, my ex-boyfriend was like my mentor. From a naive young girl, he guided me through the process of becoming a woman. Perhaps it was because of our many sexual encounters that my

body became very sexy and my complexion was great—probably what people often call being "nurturing." My boyfriend was very skilled. Maybe it's because college boys like watching porn, but he was good at observing

women 's psychology, knowing what they needed, and then bringing me to the brink of orgasm before penetrating me deeply. I often found myself immersed in wonderful orgasms. I could often reach

orgasm with my boyfriend, and I also loved his flirting methods and some of his more stimulating requests, like wearing short skirts or stockings. We would also sneak off to dark corners of the school to caress me, and then I would

enter him while sitting on his lap. At those times, although I was both scared and surprised, I could still experience pleasure. The most memorable time was during the National Day holiday in October. His parents went on vacation, so I

went to his house. We practically did it every day. Sometimes I wasn't even dressed properly when he dragged me to the sofa and we had sex. On the last day of the holiday, he couldn't get an erection

, but I was aroused. He had no choice but to use his mouth to satisfy me. It's a wonderful memory no matter when I think about it.

My current husband is a very proper person. I guess it's related to his education. He's four years older than me, but it seems like we're from different generations. He's very conservative

in sex . Over the years, we've only used two positions: front and back. At most, I'll put my legs on his shoulders in the front, and he never licks my genitals. He's not completely

insensitive, though. Usually, he'll ask me if I want it. I just nod without saying anything, and then he starts. Actually, I think if you were my husband, you could sometimes use some forceful

methods . As his wife, I would accept it and even find it more exciting. But he won't. He kisses me first, but to be honest, I don't like his kisses because of his job

; he often has to socialize, so his breath smells bad. Then he caresses my breasts, and then gradually moves to my genitals. It's the same "three tricks" he's used all these years.

He'll use his fingers to probe inside, and when I'm wet, he'll say, "Wife, I want to go in," and I just grunt in response. My husband's stamina is actually pretty good; our sex life usually lasts

about 15 minutes. But if I count, I don't orgasm very often. Usually, I experience pseudo-orgasms. Actually, I only learned about these three terms after reading some books. And my husband

only does it once; he won't do it twice. From a sexual perspective, I'm quite dissatisfied. I sometimes bring up this issue, hinting at it through female colleagues and my husband.

We 've watched porn together, but it's all pointless. He says those films are exaggerated to make money, and real married life shouldn't be like that; it's not like we're performing for

others. Because he saw those women moaning loudly, he said to me, "Are you moaning that loudly?" I was speechless for a moment. I thought, "How can I moan if you don't make me feel good?" We

talked about it , but nothing came of it. After our daughter was born, he paid even less attention to the issue. Plus, he had to take care

of the child and so on, so our sex life was put on hold. I don't know how many women feel this way, but that's how I felt. After having children, my interest actually increased. But some friends say they had children

but didn't want them. Maybe everyone is different. Despite this, my husband and I continued to live harmoniously. Although sometimes I felt lonely at night (I never masturbate)

, I also experienced a certain peace in life. A peaceful life isn't a bad thing. I focused my energy on my family, children, and career. But I never

imagined something would happen later that would completely change my perspective. I was raped by a client! Even now, I haven't dared to tell anyone about this. I know that if even one person

finds out , I'm completely finished. I've been haunted by nightmares like this more than once. The client was a boss; we did business together, and we were all fairly familiar with each other. One time, he invited

a few colleagues out to dinner. I wasn't prepared at all—I mean, I had no idea he had any designs on me. Otherwise, I would never have gone.

After he drove his friends home, but deliberately left me last. After they all left, he drove to the suburbs and raped me. Later, he contacted me several times, offering money as

compensation. I refused. If I accepted, it would become a transaction of sex. I wanted him to feel guilty for the rest of his life. I simply told him not to contact me again. At first, he was afraid I would make a scene, but seeing my reaction

, he stopped bothering me. But one sentence of his stuck with me: "You're such a good woman; are you really willing to accept this?"

Part 2

Although I covered up the rape, the shadow it cast on my heart didn't lessen at all. In fact, it wasn't until six months before I met S that I slowly emerged from the trauma.

Forced entry, my crying, the rough tearing, the involuntary urgency, the pain in my private parts—deep in my mind, there was an orgasm completely unrelated to being forced! Every time I finished showering

, I would look at my body in the mirror, wondering, "Am I not clean?" I, who am not particularly fastidious about cleanliness, mechanically washed myself repeatedly. This numb action seemed to offer only

temporary psychological comfort. I knew I was a tainted woman. Looking at my sleeping husband beside me, I quietly shed tears. For the first time, I leaned against his chest, wanting only to

snuggle close to this man and let my fear subside.

This incident significantly changed my life. I became less active and rarely participated in activities or gatherings, usually staying at home. My husband didn't find it strange;

in fact he was happy that I stayed home—perhaps a common male tendency, believing that this made me a reliable and good woman. I was simply quietly healing my emotional wounds. After work each day, I would relax at home, doing housework

, taking care of the children, and occasionally chatting with close friends. Life seemed uneventful, yet I always felt uneasy and restless, but I couldn't pinpoint the cause. We got a computer relatively early

, but I was never interested in it. Even when I was really bored, I would only play online games or read the news. I truly started using chat in early 2003, randomly clicking into a Sina chat room, and

that's where the story began.

It took me a while to figure out how to choose a name, how to find people to chat with, how to send emoticons, and so on. What has the internet brought us? I don't know about others, but for me, it was

another world, a place where I forgot my identity and lived a more relaxed and happy life. I made many friends there, and we talked freely about everything. I met "Old Master" from Jiangsu, "

Happy Big Fool" from Shenyang, and "Crow" from Hebei—so many people brought me joy and genuine friendship. I cherish the time I spent with them. Of course, there are also

men online who only think with their lower bodies. I usually refuse them, no matter how they ask to chat; if the topic turns to sex, I immediately stop talking to them, no matter how tempting it is.

It might seem like I have an aversion to sex, but that's not true. I know what I need, but I'm cautious about men. It's incredibly difficult for someone to get into my heart.

One night, my husband was away on a business trip for two days. I was at home doing my usual routine. After putting the kids to bed, I couldn't fall asleep, so I got up, turned on the computer, and

browsed my usual chat room. There, I met someone who was an SM enthusiast. At the time, his name wasn't like that; he was just an ordinary, passionate man. He greeted me

differently , so I chatted with him casually, and that's how things got out of control. (I kept some of the chat logs, and I can still clearly remember some of the conversations.) He was a bit like my ex-

boyfriend; he was very good at figuring out what women were thinking, then getting information out of them, and then setting traps step by step. And I unknowingly fell into his gentle trap. By the

way , I saw someone reply saying they didn't believe

I was the kind of person who liked being a masochist from a young age. Indeed, in my previous sexual experience, I had no idea that BDSM existed. Masochistic tendencies are just latent, acquired later in life. I've only ever met one person who truly had that tendency from childhood: a female teacher from Deyang, Sichuan. According to her, she was born with a masochistic tendency, which is why she entered

this circle. Her biggest pleasure was having multiple men satisfy her. Sorry for digressing.

My chats with this passionate man were built on this kind of relationship. He subtly taught me a lot about BDSM, even sending me articles and related pictures. But strangely, he

didn't ask me to be his sub, but rather acted like a teacher instructing a student, showing me many new things. Under his influence, my sexual psychology underwent a significant change, and I

began to yearn to become a sub. He said women's bodies are works of art, and men should appreciate and enjoy them. He also said a lot of BDSM stuff, such as "Men can achieve the following through BDSM

: 'Frequently playing with women's bodies is pleasing to the eye, binding and having sex with women, boosting energy, replenishing yin and yang, and strengthening the body.' Women can achieve the following through BDSM: 'A beautiful female body, fun to bind,

comfortable to , exciting and happy, tight yet loose, incredibly pleasurable.'

BDSM for both men and women only requires: 'Personal experience, endless fun, dedicated BDSM, ever-changing, harmonious union, and a life without regrets.'" Maybe I've been mentally brainwashed. Anyway

, I've become a submissive without a doubt, although I don't have a real master yet, but I've already accepted it in my heart.

As I said before, it's difficult to enter my inner world, and it's even more difficult to become my master. I don't spend much time online... I've talked to some people, but nothing came of it.

I value a person's character and integrity. Even in BDSM, I believe there's an emotional element. If a dominant could love and cherish me, I would unhesitatingly give my all.

Although my thinking has changed somewhat, my life remains the same. My husband and I have a normal sex life, but it's lost its joy. I see it as merely a wife's duty; he

doesn't understand my desires. When he's not around, I still wander the internet. My attitude towards dominants is that they're rare and unattainable, better to have none than a bad one. By chance, I met

my current dominant: (This is a QQ chat log; I've extracted the content of our first conversation, hiding the date and my city. Because it's a QQ chat, some parts overlap, but it's mostly

complete.)

23:08:27sm male lead

Hello, I am sm male lead . 　　23:16:38hongxiutianxiang

m

Hello. 23:09:05sm male lead 　　You are very slow in the chat room 　　. 23:17:20hongxiutianxiang m 　　Isn't your internet slow? 　　23:09:41sm male lead 　　I'm very fast. 　　23:17:44hongxiutianxiang 　　m 　　Oh. 23:09:57sm male lead 　　Okay, let's get to the point. Are you a real masochist, or do you just play around sometimes? 　　23:10:00sm male lead 　　Do you have a master? 　　23:18:00hongxiutianxiang m 　　No. 　　23:10:18sm male lead 　　You didn't finish answering my question. 　　23:18:14hongxiutianxiang m 　　Okay. 　　23:10:37sm male lead 　　You want to play around, not be a dedicated masochist? 　　23:18:48 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　You don't like it? 　　23:11:12 sm Male lead 　　I'm just getting to know your situation :) 　　23:19:16 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　I want to play 　　23:11:44 sm Male lead 　　Oh :) How old? City? Occupation? 　　23:20:10 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　33, Accountant, what about you? 　　23:12:32 sm Male lead 　　After answering s's question, 　　23:12:34 sm Male lead 　　You still can't get into character? 　　23:21:11 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　(This is my city) 　　23:13:30 sm Male lead

By the way, have you never done SM before? Or do you know nothing about SM?

23:21:33 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

Why is it so slow here?

23:13:45 SM male lead

Are you saying you're slow or am I?

23:21:58 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

Myself

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m Male Lead 23:13:30

By the way, have you never done SM before? Or do you not understand SM at all?

23:22:46 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

I haven't really done it

23:23:03 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

I've chatted with others online

23:15:31 SM Male Lead

Oh, then you should know the meaning of SM, right ?

23:15:38 SM Male Lead

Can you be a good slave?

23:24:17 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

I should be able to, but I don't know if you will be satisfied.

23:16:43 SM Male Lead

:) Have you had online passion? Is there anyone you like?

23:16:56 SM Male Lead

What kinds of SM methods can you accept?

23:25:26 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

As long as it is, I will try my best.

23:17:33 sm male lead:

Very good, is there voice chat?

23:25:56 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

Yes, but

23:17:58 sm male lead

? ?

23:26:14 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

In a while

23:18:25 sm male lead

In sm, the only requirement for the submissive is absolute obedience. 23:27:22

sm male lead:

Do you understand?

23:27:43 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

Sorry, the child will be asleep soon, is that okay ?

23:28:01 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

I know this is wrong.

23:27:51 sm male lead

: Okay, now that we have some time, I can get to know you first.

23:27:57sm male lead: Let

me tell you about myself.

23:28:12hongxiutianxiangm: 　　It

's not allowed either . 　　23:28:44hongxiutianxiangm : 　　I don't know what to say. 23:28:32sm male lead: 　　Do 　　you have a photo of yourself? If so, send one. 　　23:29:02hongxiutianxiangm: I'm sorry. 23:28:58sm male lead 　　: 　　Do 　　you not have one, or are you not going to give it to me? 　　23:29:29hongxiutianxiangm: Don't 　　be angry, I really don't have one 　　. 23:29:28sm male lead: No, I was just asking. I won't deliberately make things difficult for you in this regard . 　　23:29:31sm male lead 　　: What types of SM do you know? 　　23:30:46hongxiutianxiangm: 　　My knowledge is incomplete. I only know a little bit online occasionally. 　　23:30:35sm male lead: 　　Do you accept things like: tools, bondage, whipping, candles, enemas, role-playing, threesomes, bestiality, etc.? 　　23:31:57 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　I will try my best to do it as long as you like it. 23:32:00 　　sm male lead 　　Very good, you have great potential. You are so obedient. If you don't do the sub, you are really wasting your potential. Hehe. 　　23:32:42 　　Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　Thank you. 　　23:32:15 sm male lead 　　How tall, how much, and what is your bust size ? 23:33:02 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　168 　　, 105, 36 23:32:50 sm male lead 　　How many men have you had sexual experiences with, or other than your husband? 　　23:33:53 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　2 　　23:33:46 sm male lead 　　From the bottom of your heart, how can a man make you orgasm? 　　23:34:46 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　Anything is fine. 　　23:35:00 sm male lead 　　So strong? Is your sex drive also very strong? 　　23:36:13 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　I think so, hehe 　　23:35:59 sm male lead 　　Tell me, what are you best at in terms of sex? 　　23:36:59 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　When being raped 　　23:37:07 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　Wait a minute 　　23:36:32 sm male lead 　　Okay 　　23:38:31 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　Sorry to have kept you waiting 　　23:38:02 sm male lead 　　It's okay, we're not officially SM yet, it's okay 　　23:38:29 sm male lead 　　23:39:15 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　It seems you're a good master 　　23:39:03 sm male lead 　　I'm a pure S, not just the virtual kind on the internet 　　23:40:05 Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　Okay then 　　23:40:21 sm male lead 　　Of course you can ask, but I'm a S, I don't necessarily have to answer 　　23:40:21 sm male lead 　　:)

23:41:24 Hongxiu Tianxiang m

Sorry, I asked too many questions. 　　Don't be nervous, we're not in an SM relationship yet, we're just chatting like friends.

23:42:00 　　Hongxiu Tianxiang m 　　Thank you, I'm really a little nervous 　　. It's too long, I was organizing my QQ chat history and didn't expect such a short passage to be so long. My chats with S were over a period of time, not after a few chats we met. In future articles I will gradually write about the process of becoming a truly gentle M. Part 3. 　　From the beginning, I was attracted to this man (now S). His writing skills are quite good, and it also reveals a person's cultivation and character. This question is very important. Even if ordinary people want to find a lover, I don't think anyone would just settle for anyone. There needs to be a feeling and the ability to like the other person. Our initial interactions were limited to typing. Although I already had desires, I was still worried about many things, considering various aspects of life. I had also read the news and seen many women (girls) who suffered terrible fates because they trusted others too much online—either being forced into prostitution and suffering severe physical damage, or their families being broken up and their husbands and children separated. In short, women suffer the most; one wrong move and their lives ruined. I was initially cautious and wary of S, but he knew what I was thinking and patiently communicated with me, explaining many of my doubts. This is how we established a good level of trust. S was also quite frank, telling me a lot about himself. He was a senior employee in a company, had a wife and a child, and enjoyed a good standard of living. He owned a car and a house of over 100 square meters . In theory, he should have a very happy life, but his wife's betrayal changed his entire outlook on life. His wife had actually been the vice president's secret lover all along. After learning the truth, he didn't react like most people would—making a scene, fighting, or divorcing—but instead acquiesced. He began a frantic search for women, initially driven by revenge, enjoying the sadistic tendencies of his sexual partners and lovers to satisfy his inner turmoil. Later, after entering the real BDSM scene, he gradually became a remarkably skilled dominant (S). By "skilled," I mean his technique and psychology; he was no longer driven by revenge against women, but rather treated BDSM as enjoyment. I heard him say, "No one is truly clean," for the first time, and it's quite thought-provoking. 　　Under his guidance, I relaxed considerably and increasingly desired to become a submissive sub. One weekend, while my husband was away on a business trip, we had our first voice chat, which was also our first BDSM session. Because it was pre-arranged, despite our previous communication, I was still very nervous. I didn't know how he would treat me, nor did I know what to prepare. The child was sent to a friend's house to play early , and I waited quietly at home for his arrival. As instructed, I went to a lingerie store and bought a black camisole-style lingerie set. I had never owned anything like this before. Although I am particular about these things, I wouldn't normally go for such a daring style. Usually, it's just lace panties and a matching bra, mostly in white, red, or pink. When I put it on, I felt my blood boiling, my face flushed. Looking in the mirror, I noticed only a slight bulge in my lower abdomen, and I realized that I was the kind of woman who could satisfy a man. I had fair skin and a curvy figure. Although my breasts weren't as high and firm as a young girl's, they were still full and elastic. What I was most proud of was my buttocks, which my master later also said were very sexy and perky. 　　While my mind was filled with fantasies, my master appeared and sent a voice message request. I accepted without hesitation. His deep, magnetic voice came through the earphones: "xxx (my name omitted), are you getting impatient?" I suppressed my joy and said, "Master, I'm willing to wait as long as it takes. I'm your sub." A hearty laugh came from the other end; he liked me too, I could tell. 　　S: "Did you do what I asked?" 　　Me: "Yes, Master, I bought it. It's black, your favorite color, and I'm already wearing it." 　　S: "Tell me what the different feeling is." 　　Me: "I can't quite put my finger on it... It's a little uncomfortable, maybe because it's my first time wearing it. It feels like the bottom is pulled up really high..." 　　S: "Good job, xxx. You've gotten into character, very good. Now do as I say. You must always remember your identity and the conditions of the sub. Absolute obedience, understand? " 　　Me: "Understood, Master." To be honest, I was still a little scared when I heard those words. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to do the things that were too demanding. That was my first time experiencing virtual SM training . Fear and excitement alternated in my heart, like two mice chasing each other. 　　S: "Unhook your bra..." 　　Although we couldn't see each other, I still felt ashamed. The strange man's voice was right next to my ear, as if a pair of eyes were staring at me, eyes full of desire and wildness. I waited a moment, then reached behind and unhooked my bra, placing it aside. 　　"Master, I... I've already taken it off." My voice was much softer. 　　S: "Use your hands to caress, properly, with a little force, to do this for your master." 　　Me: "Yes, Master." I closed my eyes, not daring to look at my own actions, but my hands still obediently touched my breasts. The moment I touched them, I trembled slightly. I never masturbated, nor had I ever done this before, but today, I succumbed to a man's command. I slowly rubbed, my mind filled with the image of that man, a blurry indistinct man, greedily admiring me, as if every cell in my body was restless, my blood flowing with lust. My breathing became heavier, and my breasts swelled and hardened. 　　S: "Let one hand stroke down to your private parts." 　　Me: "Yes, Master." My body no longer obeyed my commands. The sticky liquid made my bottom incredibly wet. I even let out a soft moan: "Master, I... I've already ... come." 　　S liked to repeatedly emphasize her status as the master, and liked to use humiliating language to make me lose myself faster. She liked to say: "You are my sex slave, aren't you?" "Your body and heart can only face was flushed and hot. Deep inside my private parts, it was so itchy, so itchy. I longed to be filled by a man. I didn't care if I was torn apart. Come on, I need a man, I need an orgasm. I craved it . The bottom of my lace panties was completely wet, and more liquid flowed out, sticking to the leather seat beneath me. 　　But at this moment, S stopped giving orders and instead asked me to crawl on the ground. "Crawl on the ground, stick your ass up high." My voice was heavy with breath: "Yes, Master." 　　I obediently crawled onto the carpet, the headphone wire wrapped around my front, like a dog. I almost cried with shame, but my lust betrayed me, making me forget the existence of time and space.

I knew it no longer belonged to me; it belonged to my master. S: "Rhythmically, slap your own buttocks, one stroke at a time." His voice was always slow, carrying a noble air; every word he

spoke was a command. I gritted my teeth and reached out with my right hand to slap my right buttock. A crisp "smack" echoed, followed by a stinging pain. "Master, it hurts a little," I

pleaded weakly, but S maintained his tone: "I heard you. Keep going. I want you to lose your humanity, understand?" "Yes, Master." One slap after another,

I slapped my own buttocks until they ached, about ten times. Unable to bear it any longer, I pleaded desperately: "Master, I can't take it anymore. Please spare me this time! I'll do

better next time. Have pity on your new slave."

S smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I know what moderation is. Keep this position, no need to slap anymore." I was covered in sweat, my buttocks still ached, and my private parts

still craved the feeling of penetration!

S: "We're going to do penetration training. Are you okay with that?"

Me: "Master, I'll do whatever you say. I only beg for your forgiveness, that this is my first time."

S: "Then find a substitute. You don't have any of these at home."

Me: "Yes, Master, I've never even heard of them, let alone seen them."

S: "Then go look for them at home. I'll wait for you."

Me: "Yes, Master, I'll go find them right away."

I didn't know what he needed, but he mentioned penetration, so I figured it meant penetration of the lower body. However, I'd never seen, let alone

bought, any of the sex toys he'd mentioned before. I couldn't think of anything at home that could be a substitute, because besides a man's body, I'd never thought of using anything else to replace penetration. I don't even touch

myself with my hands, and when I shower, I only wash my vulva. He really stumped me. After searching around, I found a condom first. Whatever it is, this is important. I accidentally saw

something on the dressing table. I'll use that; it'll be more suitable.

I took it and immediately returned to the computer. "Master, I brought it."

S: "What is it? Tell me, how long and how thick?"

(To be continued in

Part 4)

My voice weakened, and the unconscious confusion made my body burn. I became wanton, a woman who only pursued orgasm. At this moment,

I wouldn't want mountains of gold and silver; I only wanted to reclaim my right to be a woman, to be pampered by a man, and to be loved with his charm. S smiled slightly and asked what I had brought, and wanted me to tell him its

size . I breathed softly, "Master, it's a lipstick. I really can't find anything else."

"Okay, then put it in right away." His evil face appeared in my mind. Although I had never seen his face and could only fantasize, the demon in my heart was

released , it was him, the man who wanted to possess me. I was like a controlled machine, obediently doing what he did. No foreign objects had entered my body, and I was very careful to protect

myself . I put on the prepared Durex condom, and the cool lipstick slid into the moist liquid. ".....Oh..." I breathed heavily,

the tension inside my body causing me to contract, which only further stimulated my lust. In my mind's eye, my master was ravaging me, yet I was shamefully enjoying the pleasure. "I...haven't felt pleasure in a long time

." His right hand slowly moved the end of the lipstick in and out, and S's laughter was still so intoxicating: "From now on, I am your man. You can no longer use your body to

satisfy ; you must get my permission." He kept saying similar things, and I let out intermittent gasps and moans, trying to squeeze my legs together tightly. "

Go harder, I'll give you a different kind of orgasm!" S suddenly commanded authoritatively. I had no choice but to speed up my movements, my buttocks swaying. S pressed me even harder: "

Tell me, what are you thinking?" The waves of pleasure from my private parts made me immersed in this stimulation. I forgot that I was a wife, forgot that I was a mother of a daughter. At that

moment, I seemed to use my last bit of strength to respond in a low voice: "I...I'm thinking...I'm thinking about your penis, please come in." S also hissed softly: "Slut,"

"...I swear, sooner or later I will definitely penetrate your body."

Suddenly, my mind went blank. Slowly, I seemed to see myself as a child, an innocent and carefree little girl in a floral dress, skipping rope in the sunlight; then

I seemed to return to the scene of meeting my first boyfriend, a shy girl following behind a handsome boy, secretly holding his hand; and inexplicably, many

people appeared before me, laughing and giving blessings. Oh, it was my wedding day...

When I regained consciousness, there was a mess beneath me, my chest still rising and falling slightly, the climax had just subsided. I struggled to stand up, typed a line of text on the computer, and

logged off . I stood there, stunned, not knowing what I had done for a long time. Suddenly, I wanted to burst into tears, a wave of guilt and betrayal washing over me. I wondered how I could face

my lovely child, my kind husband, my colleagues, my life. I wiped away my tears and quietly told myself: only once, and the last time. Yes, I can't do this

, I will ruin myself. So I quickly cleaned up the mess, took a quick shower, and soaked myself in the water for a long time.

I changed into another white lace outfit, put on a casual jacket, and after doing all that, I calmed down. My husband came home shortly after. I didn't look at him directly, just said

I was going to pick up our daughter and have dinner at a friend's. He agreed and went after changing. Watching his back as he went into the bedroom, I gritted my teeth…

For ten days straight, I didn't go online, trying my best to avoid possibly running into S again. Sometimes I would think about those scenes, and my face would flush red with guilt for my lewdness. The next time I

encountered S was when I found an unexpected condom in my husband's pocket. When I do his laundry, I always check to see if I've forgotten anything, and

when I picked up his pants to look for it, I found an unused condom—not even the Durex we usually use. Like a bolt of lightning, I was struck. I muttered to myself: "Men, nothing special." I

casually threw the condom into the trash bag. I didn't mention it to my husband; he probably still doesn't know. I didn't want to understand, but my heart

felt cracked.

I went back online, and S sent me an email. After reading it, I felt a surge of emotion, even thinking how wonderful it would be to have such a master. But I hadn't decided whether to go back to

the past, even though those words made me realize again that I was actually a woman with real needs. One day at work, Lingli (a female colleague) dressed very radiantly, attracting envious and longing glances

from everyone . Privately, Lingli secretly told me that her lover was amazing. We were like sisters, sharing everything. She talked at length about her lover's...

Oh, what a romantic gesture! She even told me about multiple orgasms in one night to achieve such pleasure. She said, "Sister X, we women are so lucky." I swallowed my words

, thinking I'd wish everyone was this happy. When I got home from work, my husband was already back. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I jumped in front of him and said sweetly, "Honey, I missed you so much! It's

been so many days!" He glared at me and said, "You're joking like that in broad daylight!" I persisted, saying, "Our daughter's at a friend's house, it'll just be the two of us. Enjoy it!" He straightened me from

his embrace and said, "Go cook, we'll talk about it later," and went to watch TV. I cooled off. Fine, I'll be your housewife.

I started actively seeking him out, but his schedule was irregular, as if punishing my disobedience. I spent even more time online. It seemed like I stopped caring about anything else. When I got home from

work, 'd check the internet first to see if there were any messages, then I'd do housework, spend time with my daughter, and watch TV. But my heart was still with that passionate moment, the one that gave me a different kind of orgasm.

In the lonely nights, I would secretly try to imitate the old ways of training, caressing my body, but the needs of my heart couldn't be satisfied by just that. My face flushed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror

, seemingly overwhelmed by the alluring scene before me. I would tremble, constantly becoming wet, keeping me awake all night.

Time, they were supposed to do an inspection, but many knew they were probably out drinking and indulging in debauchery. The common people aren't stupid; it would take several days for them to return. S, a gentleman, said on

the phone that his flight was at 11 pm, and I didn't need to pick him up, just go to the agreed-upon bar as requested. Without thinking much, I just said "okay" and hung up. My heart was filled with both joy and shyness.

Finally, this day had arrived, the passion I'd been longing for. I looked in the mirror: how could I satisfy S? Suddenly, I felt a little girlish and coquettish. I would try my best. The wardrobe

contained lingerie styles he liked, all bought according to his requests after we met. He liked women who were poised and elegant, not flashy, and he liked both气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, style, and sexiness). But after looking and looking

, I couldn't find any clothes that satisfied me. I was a little annoyed that I hadn't gone shopping more. I remembered what S had said before, what kind of woman he was most attracted to. So I

decided to appear in that kind of way. He liked things to progress gradually, so I would be a cute, silly woman too. :)

I took a bath, like I was going to a mass, to make myself clean. I didn't choose any particularly sexy lingerie, but just wore white lace panties with a rose on the front

. The silk felt smooth and comfortable against my skin. I knew some of S's preferences, what kind of sensuality would excite him. I put on my stockings, a kind of

pleasure that my husband would never and could never enjoy. My breasts weren't perky, but they were full. The bra could lift them up a bit, still maintaining a certain charm. All I wanted to do was present myself well, and I had promised S that

I wouldn't be a housewife.

After I finished, the phone rang again. S's low voice asked if I was done. My heart skipped a beat: "Master, I'm done. I'll go to the hotel now."

Part 6

The door was ajar. I stood outside, carrying my handbag, unsure how to go in. I thought I wouldn't even know where to put my hands when I saw him. My heart was pounding.

"What will he do to me? Will he really force me like they say online?" "Or will he be gentle like a lover?" Some guesses flashed through my mind. At that moment, those fierce desires

overwhelmed me. On the way to the hotel, I had imagined our passionate scene countless times. Those shameful thoughts had already made me very aroused. Suppressing the joy that was about to burst forth, I

gently pushed open the door and went in.

He was sitting there quietly. There were a few cigarette butts on the ashtray next to him. It seemed he was also looking forward to it. I lowered my head and just stood there, not knowing how to move or

say a word. My face was hot. But even a fleeting glance was enough for me to see this man clearly. He was exactly my type: handsome, with a mature

and masculine aura. Yet, I dared not look up, afraid he would see right through me, and afraid of his gaze. Like a child caught doing something wrong in front of a teacher, I felt flustered. S said, "Look up

." That magnetic voice, which I had longed for night after night, making my heart flutter, now sounded so real in my ears, like a beautiful dream. To my surprise, although he told

me how strict S's methods were, he seemed exceptionally gentle. I became a lamb, ready to be slaughtered. I knew that today, no matter what, it would all become reality, and I

couldn't escape. In front of this man, I was about to have my dignity stripped away. He stood up and moved closer to me. I was extremely nervous, my body trembling slightly. I bit my lip, but I still couldn't utter

a word . I hated my own powerlessness. As he spoke softly to me, he naturally put his arm around my waist and gently pulled me closer to his side. He smiled and said, "With your soft

, boneless body nestled in my arms, I'm going to savor it properly." My face flushed red, and I felt so weak in his strong embrace that I almost couldn't stand up. His hand reached to remove my

coat. In a moment of nervousness, I grabbed his hand, feeling a unique warmth through the fabric, the palm of his hand a wonderfully mature and wild touch. S didn't

speak. I gradually released my grip, and S easily removed his coat. I stood there like a work of art, S surrounding me, scrutinizing me carefully from head to toe, full of

approval … Then I was left only in lace panties and a bra. Just as I thought he was going to continue undressing, he returned to his seat: “Go to the bed, stick your butt out high, crawl, understand

?”

As if bewitched, I obediently did so. I had no idea how to resist. Under his gaze, his eyes greedily ravaged my body,

as if he wanted to lick every inch of my skin. My desire ignited from the depths of my heart. “Once you've done it, there's no turning back. Then be consumed by orgasm and pleasure.” I did something I'd never done before

. I don't know where my boldness came from. I stuck my butt out and gently swayed it. I didn't know if he would be satisfied, but I understood men somewhat, knew how to drive them crazy

. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, cupping my breasts in my hands, and turned to look at him with a dazed gaze. S was indeed excited; he smiled and said, "xxx,

show , you are my slut." Slowly, I took off my bra, not intentionally, but involuntarily moaning softly, my throat yearning, emitting a passionate

need. My hands pulled at the edge of my panties. "Master, I'm wet for you, please...love me." I buried my head deeply in the pillow, and with both hands, little by little, pulled my panties down

to my calves. I heard S's movements; he had stood up. Yes, I was about to be penetrated. Quietly, I parted my legs slightly, anticipating.

S didn't immediately engage in normal intercourse. Instead, he took out something, and I heard a strange buzzing sound. Just as I was wondering what was going on, something entered my lower body, and it started

vibrating violently. "Ah!" I couldn't help but cry out, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. My God, what was this feeling? That thing was moving inside me. I gritted my teeth, but my body

couldn't control it . My private parts seemed to completely accept this thing, and a large amount of fluid flowed out. It was so stimulating! How could this be? It kept vibrating inside, and I was so excited I couldn't breathe. My mind was racing.

I was filled with this newfound joy, but the increasingly intense sensation became unbearable. Waves of itching made me clench my legs together. S then took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back,

holding my body and binding me in a way I had seen online. He gently pulled, and I felt uncomfortable. The ropes on my hands, feet, breasts, and buttocks caused me physical pain. I pleaded with

him, but S still smiled and said, "xxx, I will cherish you. This is your first time. You will slowly come to like my love."

He persisted, his eyes fixed on me, watching my expression to see if I had achieved his goal (I later learned that S liked this kind of forced orgasm). Then, suddenly, he

took out that still-humming thing. My body was finally free from the shock of such stimulation. I wanted to take a deep breath, but S penetrated me, holding me tightly, seemingly wanting to

show his masculinity, thrusting wildly. My voice gradually faded until I couldn't make a sound anymore, only gasp for breath. S screamed and ejaculated

all into my body. I couldn't think about why I hadn't used a condom or how to prevent pregnancy anymore. My body was limp and paralyzed. S climbed on top of me, looking at my flushed face. ...

After a while, S stroked my hair, holding me like a lover. I had no strength left, just obediently lying in his arms, wishing this day would never end.

S asked why I had tears in my eyes. I smiled and said it was because you gave me happiness. For so many years, I'd never known what a real orgasm felt like. S smiled too, saying, "It's given you

a second spring , so cherish it." I nodded. I asked S about not using a condom. He said he'd prepared in advance because he didn't like wearing them, so he bought instant contraception. I playfully said

, "You're so naughty! You think of everything! You've dragged me into this mess; what am I going to do now?" S changed the subject, saying today was just a trial run. He said it was just like a beginner's game, to

make sure I wasn't used to it, so he did something simple. I was surprised and said, "What else do you want to do? I don't want anything violent or bloody." S said no, SM isn't all about that

; he's only aiming for sexual climax. I felt a little tired, and before I knew it, I'd dozed off for a while while he was talking.

I woke up still in S's arms. I quickly got up; I still had to pick up the kids. Looking at S's sleeping face, I even felt an urge to cherish this man. I quietly got dressed, tidied the

messy bed, and realized I wasn't just a woman seeking sex; I also longed for genuine connection. I knew the sensitive S would understand my heart. I left a note and

left the hotel. It was late when I got home. My daughter complained a little about how late it was. I felt a pang of pain in my heart. I picked up my daughter and kissed her cheek. At that

moment, I thought of the man at the hotel. Looking at my daughter, my husband's image flashed before my eyes again. Family, passion—it's always hard to have both. What would I do tomorrow? I didn't know. I

took my daughter, got into the car, and just wanted to go back to my warm home.

(To be continued in

Part 7)

Back home, I found another set of underwear, showered again, and changed. I threw the set still smelling of the man and some semen into the washing machine. Exhausted, I lazily lay

on the sofa, while my daughter stared wide-eyed at the TV. From the side, I see her innocent smile. The cat and mouse on TV are chasing each other, seemingly with no winner. But

how could my little daughter understand this? She's only amused by the mouse's cleverness and the cat's clumsiness. I truly wish my daughter would never grow up, remaining in this fairytale world. If being human is destined

to involve painful experiences and trials, I even wish I didn't have children. But my darling is so lovely and beautiful; I so want her to live happily ever after. Yet her shameful mother

has just experienced an orgasm under a man. How can she face the unthinkable consequences? People often become unusually calm after indulging in passion. Happiness, ethics, and responsibility may always

be enemies; none can be compromised. I've tried to separate family responsibility from passionate desires. Can I have both? I don't know yet, because I haven't tried.

Is there danger ahead? But my lustful heart has already leaned towards depravity. I just don't want that monotonous life anymore. I'm in my thirties; I don't want to become a discarded woman in a few years. I don't want my youth and happiness to be worn away

by time so soon . In my heart, it seemed I had made up my mind, recklessly gambling my fate on the edge of a volcano.

That evening, I called S and told him I couldn't keep our appointment. My husband would call to check on me, and although he wasn't intentionally checking up on me, I didn't want to upset him. S

was very understanding. He lowered his voice and said, "Then you'll have to find someone else." I felt a pang of jealousy and said regretfully, "You'd better be careful, there are so many diseases out there." S laughed and said, "How could that be? With

a woman as wonderful as me, those ordinary women would avoid me like the plague. Why would I go looking for someone else?" A woman's heart is complex; his praise made my vanity soar. In S's presence, I felt like I was back in the days of

passionate , wanting to be a little woman, to be coquettish, to bicker, and

to receive a man's affection. My heart, dormant for many years, seemed to have taken a nap and become active again, joyfully savoring the sweetness. I'm just one of those women who are born dreamers, and I felt incredibly relaxed and happy. Pillowed on those colorful fantasies, with a secret smile, I said goodnight to S.

"Come have dinner with me, and remember you can only wear a skirt." I was ironing clothes at home when S's phone call startled me. "I have to take care of my daughter at home," I said truthfully. "

Your husband isn't home these days, and we agreed that you belong only to me. Don't forget you're a submissive." S hung up. I had no choice but to go back to my room, put on the skirt I was told to wear, and call my girlfriend

to my place. I lied and said I was going to see a sick classmate, and then took a taxi to the hotel. S was unexpectedly waiting in the lobby. As soon as he saw me, he tried to put his arm around my waist again. I

tried to pull away, but he didn't care and asked, "Do you know anyone here?" I had no choice but to agree. We went to the restaurant together. There weren't many people there yet. S and I sat in the left corner. Although there was

a large glass wall, thankfully there were curtains to block the view. I was still worried that someone I knew might pass by and I might be recognized. But then I thought it was funny. How could it be such a coincidence? It was just my imagination

. S ordered a few dishes, then leaned close and asked me affectionately if I slept well. I said I did, and he asked if I slept soundly because I was satisfied. I subtly pushed him away, saying, "Don't be

so annoying." S just smiled and didn't answer. He looked around as if confirming something, and then, as if by magic, produced something. I stared in disbelief

and asked, "What are you doing in public?" S moved even closer to me, speaking into my ear while his hand secretly slipped under my skirt. I hurriedly tried to stop his hands.

Although I couldn't see his hands from the table, I knew the danger of being teased. What if someone saw me? I'd be so embarrassed. But he remained completely calm, pulling aside

my coverings and assaulting my private parts. Today, my dress had a slight slit in the back, revealing a thin bra strap. The black strap and the exposed, slightly white back looked incredibly

sexy . I think he really liked this set and it gave him passion, but I didn't expect him to want it in the restaurant. I was happy that my charm had worked, but at the same time I was worried about his

bold training. He whispered, "This is an electric device. You can't make any expressions in a moment. I'm going to give you a different kind of stimulation."

Before I could say anything, his fingers touched the edge of my underwear. "There...no, please." I had to look around, worried that others might notice.

Luckily there weren't many people eating, and we were seated a few tables apart.

S's fingers slipped inside my underwear. I wanted to cry out, but I had to keep my mouth tightly shut, pretending to be relaxed while waiting for the food. But my body betrayed

my restraint. He

gently teased my smooth flesh with his index finger, and my face flushed with passion again, a light sweat breaking out on my forehead. My private parts were already wet with fluid, soaking my

pink underwear. S's fingers continued at a leisurely pace. I covered half my face with one hand, not wanting anyone to notice my strange expression. S placed the vibrator under my hand on the table, saying

I had to insert it myself. I gave him a pleading look, but he gave me a cold look. Afraid of angering him, I could only nod. Just then, the waiter brought out the first dish. S smiled and

said, "Try our signature dish!" The waitress explained it with great interest, but I couldn't hear a word. I was too wet down there. S gave me a hint, actually telling me to do it

now . I hesitated for a moment, then used the device under my skirt against my private parts, hooking my fingers around the edge and slowly inserting it... The muscles inside immediately contracted, as if holding

something in their mouth. With the help of the slippery liquid, it was effortless; the device went in about a third of the way. S looked at my expression with satisfaction. He knew I had followed his instructions and

didn't need to check my movements, especially since the waitress was explaining the origin of the dish's name in fluent Mandarin. But my desire was being ignited, and my suppressed sexual urges were

driving me crazy. Dishes kept coming, but I only managed a few bites. My lower body was still swollen from the instruments, and I had no appetite. I wished time would

pass quickly; I couldn't bear this torment any longer. I looked at S with pleading eyes several times, but S just ate the delicious food with interest. I endured the humiliation and begged S in a low voice,

"Master, I was wrong. Please let me go. You can punish me however you want in the room. I can't take it here." I wasn't a stupid woman; I knew how to satisfy this man

's vanity. He would surely forgive me. Sure enough, S smiled, called the waitress to bring the bill, and took me back to the room.

As soon as we entered, he pushed me to the ground, and like a madman, tore off my underwear, made me crawl, and pressed his tongue between my legs,

sucking . "Ah..." I couldn't find the words to describe that wonderful feeling. The previous wetness and the insertion of the foreign object had already made me a little dizzy, and now his skillful

tongue had taken me to another realm. "Master..." I could only utter two words before I could only moan. I no longer cared about the dignity of women, and I moaned with pleasure. Right

there on the carpet, we made love. Two figures appeared on the wall, tall figures moving rapidly, while the one crawling on top could only cry out weakly from the impact. "Give it to me

...give it to me now...let me die..." I was getting closer and closer to S's goal. He wanted to make me completely submit to his penis through this kind of sexual torture and orgasmic stimulation. I

really couldn't resist. As he pressed hard to the deepest part, my orgasm came, and he also ejaculated a warm stream. I collapsed again.

S's hand was still on my buttocks. Looking at my dazed eyes, he looked very conquering. I loved his passion. Even though I was reaching my climax, his loving caresses made me feel even more comfortable

, and I nestled comfortably against his chest. S said he was surprised by my skills in bed, and I replied that it was all thanks to him. I never thought of so many things before, and he even tried to

torment me. S said it was best if he could bring me happiness, and I said meaningfully that I hoped the happiness would last forever. S said as long as I was obedient, and I said, "Am I not obedient?" I had done something so rebellious,

violating many morals, and I didn't even understand if what I did was right or wrong. Seeing that I was getting a little excited, S gently kissed my lips again and slowly began to caress me. I

could never resist this man's tenderness, so I accepted his penetration once more. His first fluids were still inside me, and he lifted my legs high. I

felt my lower body being stretched open, and then I fell into a state of ecstatic convulsions. My whole body was tingling and numb. I tried to lift my lower body, cooperating with each of his penetrations, and then let out passionate

moans. S's stamina exceeded my expectations. He was adept at adjusting his technique and pace. I thought he was like any other 40-year-old man, that he would ejaculate at the slightest movement. But

I was wrong. He was constantly observing my sensations and physical changes, stimulating me accordingly. Gradually, I ran out of strength, yet he could still hold my buttocks and continue

thrusting ...

I hid in the bathroom to wash, feeling his fluids flowing out. S's words during his frenzy left me terrified. I enjoyed the feeling of having an affair and didn't mind his unconventional "training

," but his words frightened me. Did he expect me to do what he showed me in those pornographic films? I could scream, I could moan to

arouse

had I become such a wanton woman? I let the water from the showerhead stream down my face. Were there tears in them? My fallen soul had plunged into an abyss of no return.

Could go back to the way I was before? No more. My sorrow, the sorrow of being a woman? I don't know.

Part 8

The number of times we've had sex these past few days has even exceeded the total number of times I've had sex with my husband in the past six months. I've been completely drawn into desire and passion, only enjoying the physical pleasure,

reaching orgasm with each moan and S's thrusts. To say I've completely fallen into the role of a harlot wouldn't be an exaggeration. Perhaps I want to erase those past memories in this kind of depravity; the more

I pursue sexual stimulation, the more I can calm those shadows.

When S left, he looked a little unwell. I laughed and said it was all because he wanted to show off. He deliberately patted my butt, saying I wasn't much better off; he'd said his back was sore earlier.

When I saw him off at the airport, I was very reluctant to part, but we had to leave eventually. He unexpectedly kissed me, and I was very happy, like a wife seeing her husband off on a business trip. To outsiders,

we must have been such a happy couple. And I fantasized about this scene in my heart; how wonderful it would be if he were really my husband. As I turned to leave, I was filled with melancholy, wondering

what I had gained and what I had lost. Back home, I slept soundly, and my husband's return was drawing near.

These secret meetings weren't frequent, as my husband wasn't always away on business trips, but I was quite content. The anxiety and unease of the past were gone; I stopped thinking about it. My husband went to work and

came home as usual. I no longer had any interest in his affairs outside the home. Before, I might have minded, but I no longer cared about what he did. I, too, went to work and came home

to take care of our daughter. I was still a wife, and my responsibilities in this area wouldn't diminish because of S's situation. I had considered wanting the best of both worlds, and I was doing just that, while S

was meticulously planning deeper SM activities.

I told my husband I was going to visit an old classmate for two or three days. He knew the girl's city and just told me I'd only stay a little while and would fly back because he had to go on a business trip in a few days. So I

packed a few things; S lived in that city! And he said he'd take me to a party. When I arrived, I didn't immediately go to see S. Instead, I went to my classmate's house. She was very perceptive and said I was

meeting my lover. I omitted the SM thing and admitted to having a lover. She said, "You're so lucky. You can feel loved again so easily." I smiled and asked, "Do you have one too?" She

nodded and revealed some details. Haha, it turned out she also had a lover, but they lived too far apart. He was a teacher, and they had only met once. Due to some factors, she could only

suffer from unrequited love. Listening to her, I seemed to think about many things. So many families have so many secrets. Is this a reflection on human nature or a sign of societal decay

? This is what I thought about after I got home. I hadn't considered these things at the time; I just chatted and laughed with her for a while, gave her some instructions, and left.

As dusk approached, while those around me sought pleasure amidst the neon lights and revelry, I was about to do something I never imagined I'd ever do. In S's car, I laid my black

handbag flat on my lap, glancing at S's eyes. He was simply listening to a CD while the car slowly moved forward. Could I remain calm?

The guilt in my heart was no longer something that could be erased. Satan was once an angel; why did he become the source of evil? God placed the forbidden fruit in the garden but forbade anyone to eat from it—why

create the forbidden fruit in the first place? Under S's repeated temptations, I unknowingly lost what I called humanity, chasing sensual pleasures in a sea of desire. I looked out the car window.

A light drizzle . Around the corner, in the KFC window, there were many people—couples, families, friends—joyfully together. And I seemed to see my own reflection in that scene. A pain welled up inside me—was it

a tearing pain, or the smile of Satan? When I looked back at S, the car screeched to a halt.

We'd arrived at the xxxx club. I linked arms with S. The inconspicuous glowing lettering on the sign held a secret many didn't know. It looked like a bar from the outside, and inside it was

just like any other bar. Short-skirted waitresses darted around, carrying their own brands, enthusiastically recommending their drinks to every customer. In one corner of

the lobby was a small stage where a young woman in a white dress was singing into a microphone. All around were scenes of everyday life: disheartened young men sipping

beer listlessly; glamorous women cuddling middle-aged men. In the darker areas, only vague figures could be seen moving about. I followed S closely, quickly making my way down the corridor

to the other end of the bar. Seeing six burly men outside, I knew the legendary club was finally here.

I stood beside S like a noblewoman. S took out a card-like object and showed it to someone. That person checked it against a list in their hand, smiled, and nodded. Then, the

not-so- large door opened, revealing another paradise, a breathtaking sight... What surprised me was the sheer size of the space; its decoration could only be described as opulent. A

large crystal chandelier hung in the center, above which was a rectangular platform with round tables arranged in a fan shape around it. Several people were already chatting and laughing. If S hadn't mentioned it beforehand, I would have thought it was a

Politburo Standing Committee meeting, because their attire and behavior showed no sign of anything unusual. It was just like a regular cocktail party. And the women weren't overly

flamboyant or revealing. I think it's because they don't need to attract anything else; they are submissives, have their own dominants, and simply follow their masters. I, too, dressed

quite ladylike: a women's open-necked top, a skirt suit, and low boots. S acted as if he recognized me, leaving me at my seat to greet others. I still felt oppressed and confused by

the atmosphere . How could these people be having sex in a place like this...? I couldn't think straight. There was a slightly curved staircase ahead, and going

up, I could see what looked like karaoke-style private rooms, probably the VIP rooms S mentioned.

S brought a man and a woman over. The man was tall and imposing, and the woman looked quite young. S said she was his friend, someone who worked in electronics. The man looked me up and down, saying enviously to S, "

Where did you find such a beautiful woman?" S just smiled and started chatting. I didn't say a word, only glancing at the woman a few times. She smiled calmly at me, but I could clearly

sense something in her eyes, though it was fleeting. She was also very beautiful, with a curvaceous figure and an air of elegance. We didn't exchange more than a few words, just quietly

waiting for something, while the others seemed to be waiting for the opening ceremony of a party. As I was watching, a door opened to the side, and several people emerged. The man at the head of the group was clearly a key figure

; his demeanor was extraordinary, and everyone greeted him with great respect. He smiled and approached the platform. (After much deliberation, I've omitted some details, including

meeting a prominent entrepreneur I'd seen on television and another, which S later identified as a high-ranking official in the public security and judicial system—this alone was a shock to me.) He exchanged

pleasantries, essentially focusing on sex and the pursuit of pleasure. As soon as he finished speaking, music began to play. Instantly, the atmosphere changed completely. Leading the crowd's lust

was a voluptuous woman on the platform, waving her arms. Then, two young, naked men approached and began to molest them. Watching the intertwined bodies, without exception

, my own lust was aroused. I had never experienced such stimulation before—witnessing others' sexual activity firsthand, and so wildly at that. S only lightly probed

under my skirt with his finger; I was already incredibly wet, even feeling the moisture seep into the bottom of my skirt, despite the thick fabric. I was breathing softly. If S asked, I would immediately

swallow his penis; the itching inside made me restless. Around me, I could see signs of debauchery. Some had their submissives crawling between their legs, the submissive heads rising and falling

; others simply reached under their submissives' skirts and teased them. Some were even embracing while having intercourse. But S didn't speak, still watching the passionate scene. He turned and whispered

something to his friend, then led me up the stairs. We entered room 07, and soon my friend arrived with his female companion. S, oblivious to everyone else, began to undress me. Because we were so close

in front of others, I was very nervous, stealing glances at my friend and his companion. They started having sex with practiced ease, without any embarrassment. The young girl even began to

moan. S laid me down on the bed, kissing my body tenderly, his wet tongue licking every corner. In a short while, I was also immersed in it, no longer caring about the strangers beside me

. I raised my genitals, allowing S's tongue to penetrate even deeper. I like it when men do this; it makes me happy and arouses my passion. Just the touch of S

on my labia makes my body tremble involuntarily, and my private parts secrete fluid. During our lovemaking, S will bind my body, but his binding is just for decoration.

It goes around my chest, then to my waist, and then across my thighs. When he inserts his middle finger completely, I have completely fallen into the abyss of greed.

When I felt four hands on my body, I opened my eyes. His friend chuckled lewdly and tightened the ropes, causing me excruciating pain. "Why is this happening?" I was

terrified . Where was my penis? My friend's female companion was already blindfolded, bound, and lying to one side, her genitals buzzing. I knew it was an electric vibrator, and they were letting it writhe

her, torturing me alone, and I had no control over myself. My penis was sucking on my breasts, its arms wrapped around me. His friend, holding another device, unhesitatingly spread my

genitals apart. I suppressed the urge to scream, closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen. It was a device even larger than a man's. "You..."

In an instant , I felt pain. As it slowly reached the very end, my body completely betrayed me, and the lewd desires hidden within me erupted. I

moaned , "I can't... I really can't..." My lower body was burning hot, with a slight pain, but the pleasure it brought made me crave even more intense thrusts. There was a pungent taste on my lips.

S had erected his penis, and I obediently took it into my mouth, licking it diligently. S gently thrust in and out, while his friend quickened his pace, engulfing me in intense pleasure. He

even inserted his fingers into my anus. I didn't care about anything anymore, I just wanted to be filled, to die in orgasm. "Give it to me... please... I beg you..." Another

moment of brutality... the two of them were frantically raping me. In the end, I knew nothing more

.

With the mark on my thigh, I boarded the plane. I wasn't actually worried about whether my husband would see it, but after the extreme pleasure, I was a little tired and felt even more

lost . When I saw my daughter say, "Mommy, I miss you," I couldn't help but cry. What did I really want? Why couldn't I understand? I held my daughter, and kept holding her, sitting

on the sofa.

Part 9

My husband hadn't come home yet. We talked on the phone that evening; he sounded tired and said his trip hadn't been very pleasant. I told him to take care of himself and come home early. He smiled and said it was rare for him to care about me

like that. After hanging up, I lay quietly on the sofa, feeling a bit uneasy. I only felt deep affection for my husband; all those fantasies, romances, and loves I had for other women had

vanished . I wasn't so detached from worldly affairs, so why did I end the joys and pleasures of life so soon? Or was my approach wrong? My husband's dullness led me

to have an affair, absurdly leading to this strange kind of sex. The recurring images of lust made me feel like a drug addict, desperately seeking satisfaction. I turned off the main light in the living room, leaving only a faint

yellow glow. The scene from last time was etched in my mind, unbearably stimulating my senses. Even now, touching my skin, I could still feel the burning, erotic sensation

. Calling me "baby" in that unfamiliar voice felt like a chord was being plucked. I writhed beneath him, my inner womanly desires rising, determined to unleash my full charm,

to draw him in, to seduce him. I wanted to be the darling of everyone.

The marks of the rope bindings were still clearly visible beneath my short nightgown. Because of the lewd position that aroused the men, S and his friends had also forced me into submission.

My right leg had been suspended for a longer time, leaving a scar on my inner thigh. S reassured me that my skin was elastic and would heal naturally over time. He didn't need to

worry ; even if I showed any unusual signs, he wouldn't notice unless I told him. The most shocking sight was

seeing myself as a slave in the specially placed dressing mirror. A snow-white body groaned under the gaze of two men, while a young woman beside me

writhed . If I hadn't gone online that time, if I hadn't met S, I think I would never have been in such a situation. But at that moment, I had no thoughts, no

soul ; all that remained was my wanton body. S easily saw through my thoughts, tearing away my dignified facade bit by bit with his words. I knew I couldn't escape this man. No one

would come to save me, no one would understand my heart. I easily surrendered my body to S's wanton humiliation, and I, a wife...

I felt a little wet. These thoughts flashed through my mind like scenes from an old movie, but the senses are very sensitive. Even an unintentional touch can arouse deep-seated desires. My

body than before. Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? I didn't want to think about these things anymore. I went back to my room, lay quietly, turned the CD volume down very low, and waited to fall asleep.

"You don't look well. Are you sick?"

Am I? I touched my cheeks. I shouldn't be. I put on light makeup before going out this morning and looked carefully. I looked fine. Lingli playfully said she scared me, but she said my

mental state was a little different, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Perhaps it was because we've known each other well, and she's very perceptive and observant. I told her she was overthinking it,

and to mind her own business instead of speculating about others. Since she could see it that way, maybe I really was a little different. I thought to myself: I need to be extra careful. No matter what, I absolutely cannot know

anything about , not even about a mosquito or a mouse. Suddenly, I felt tense, like I'd just committed murder, constantly worried that my crime would be discovered, and the way people looked at me

was strange. Lingli invited me to lunch, but I declined, eating something simple in my office. My husband would be back in the afternoon, so I didn't have much to think about. S had sent a few text messages; having a "

lover" and a husband—was that happiness? But the overwhelming emotions I felt for S were undeniable; I was like a girl falling in love, yearning for him. S was a perfect man;

to dedicate oneself to such a man was truly rare.

We continued our intimate affair, and my husband's return didn't change anything. Aside from his wifely duties, he seemed to feel my heart wasn't elsewhere. He had some

complaints , but because he always gave in to me, it didn't really affect anything. It was as if our family life had nothing to do with these things. And indeed, since we got married, we'd never

argued about anything; my husband always gave in, sometimes getting away with a little whining. So I confidently "controlled" his emotions, and he remained oblivious. My relationship with S progressed normally.

Sometimes, even when my husband was home on the phone, I wouldn't hang up, continuing our conversation as if we were old friends having a long chat. Because of S, I spent

more Women are all vain, aren't they? Someone once said that, but so what? Lingli, singing

the tune of "Men earn money, women spend money," and "Women should wear their most beautiful and unique clothes," accompanied me to the mall. She was young and beautiful, and loved fashionable styles. I usually chose more elegant and sophisticated pieces, but our choice of lingerie was exactly the same: sexy and

alluring . Lingli, quite indignant, said she wanted to maintain her appearance as well as mine to avoid becoming a haggard housewife and being dumped. When I picked up a newly arrived tank top, her eyes widened. I laughed and said, "

Haven't you ever worn one before? Want me to help you try it on?" Lingli quickly waved her hand, saying no, and looked at me with envy, saying she hoped her future husband would also be a romantic and appreciative person. I said, "Then we should hurry..."

"Good men are rare these days." She chuckled and said she does breast exercises in the morning. I said, "Then you might as well get surgery, and you can have as big as you want!" She laughed and said she didn't want

anything fake on her body, she just wanted to be more perfect. Hearing her say that, I was a little dazed. What a lovely girl. Ha.

My phone rang with a familiar voice:

"What are you doing?"

"Shopping."

"Buying food?"

"No, I'm shopping for clothes with my colleagues."

"Ha, so you must be hoping I like it, buying the clothes I asked for."

"You're so genuine... annoying." I lowered my voice, "My colleagues are still here."

"Okay, I'm in XX city, I arrived this morning. I didn't tell you, I wanted to surprise you. Find some free time to come see me, I need you," S said gently. He caught me off guard

again . He likes to do this. Are all Ss this mysterious? I felt my heart racing. "Okay, I'll call you." After hanging up, I hurriedly said goodbye to Lingli

and quickly went home. As soon as I entered the house, I threw the bag on the sofa. I was in such a hurry, it was a bit hot. I poured myself a glass of water. My husband came home just then and smiled, saying that he had bought the things. I

nodded, and he said that was great, that the family could have a wonderful weekend together. The phone rang again. I pretended to be a familiar friend: "Just got home from shopping? Your husband just got back too.

" S immediately understood what I meant, but he didn't hang up

. Instead, he changed his tone: "Can't get out?" I quickly said, "Ah...ah...I'm so sorry...I'll treat you to dinner next time...or tomorrow?" I wanted to end it quickly,

so I hinted to S that I would see him tomorrow. Making a phone call like this in front of my husband still made me nervous. S chuckled on the other end: "He just got back from his business trip a few days ago, right?" I nodded. S

said strangely, "Doing homework tonight?" I was stunned by the question: "Ah...maybe...heh...who knows..." He suddenly gave an order: "Turn

on your phone when you're having sex. I want to know about your married life." This...I wanted to say something, but he had already hung up. How could this be?!

My husband asked if a colleague had invited me over. I quickly laughed and said I was just joking. He said it was okay, and invited me to come over. I said okay and hurried to the kitchen to make dinner, not

wanting anyone to notice anything amiss. When I got to the kitchen, I gasped for breath. S was such a joker. I quickly dialed his number, my voice barely a whisper: "S, isn't this a bit much? I'm scared.

"

"Scared of what? Leave your phone on, under your pillow, who'll know?"

"But I can't do it, I'm not used to it, it's too... Didn't we agree not to interfere in my life?"

"Interfere in your life? I just wanted to hear your voice. And you need to do it well, you know what I mean."

"You're just bullying me!"

"You're my submissive, okay, baby, it's not a big deal. Come see me tomorrow, I'm going to punish you."

"I..." I hung up the phone helplessly. He's a man who wants to try everything.

And my husband really did seem to be indicating that we'd be intimate that night. How could I refuse? It was supposed to be a perfectly normal thing, but S's request made me uneasy. How could I

let others know about my private life, especially with S? I knew my husband's routine, so I could only comfort myself by thinking that it would be over quickly, so the embarrassment wouldn't be too unbearable.

After the children fell asleep, my husband went back to the bedroom. I knew this was his signal. I obediently tidied up the living room and went back to the room. My husband wanted to hug me, but I told him to go take

a shower first and change into his pajamas. While he was in the bathroom, I secretly answered my phone under the covers. "So early? Heh, don't worry, I'll hang up after you're done,"

I sighed, and placed the phone face down on the bedside table. To avoid attracting my husband's attention, I only turned on a dim orange light and turned off everything else. When my husband came out of the shower, he

asked me curiously why it was so dark. I quickly said it was for a better atmosphere. He smiled and hugged me tightly. My husband is usually quite gentle during sex, always careful not to hurt me, and he

caresses me gently. But I was uncharacteristically nervous, telling myself to try my best not to make a sound. When he entered me, I still couldn't help myself and let out a soft moan. My husband

was breathing , trying to penetrate deeper. Perhaps men all have a violent tendency; I could gradually sense a wildness in him too. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt for betraying

him—the thrill of having an affair with another man behind my husband's back. I held him, spreading my legs slightly. At that moment, I only wanted him to be happy, to know I was his wife.

I hadn't expected my husband to be so much better than usual tonight, lasting longer. Perhaps he was right; my sexy lingerie and my body made him more vigorous.

Although I faked an orgasm, seeing his satisfied face lessened my guilt, but I didn't relax at all. I wondered if S had hung up the phone. I got up and whispered that

I needed to shower. He turned away, and I quickly grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom. The phone was already hung up. I breathed a sigh of relief. That damned S.

That wretched man, he'll be coming to me tomorrow…

Part 10.

Although it was daytime, the light was dim after the curtains were drawn. The brown curtains and the yellowish sofa complemented each other, and even several wall lamps were on, as if

deliberately creating a nighttime atmosphere. S opened the door and let me into the room without saying a word. Without uttering a sound, he went to a black bag to get something, while I just

stood there obediently with my head down, waiting for his instructions. The moment I stepped out the door, my identity changed. I was no longer a wife, nor a mother; in this world, I was merely a submissive

, S's sexual training object. To be a submissive according to his demands meant only being able to obey his every word and command. I thought he would start with the instruments as before, but

unexpectedly, he took out a folded set of clothes and told me to change. It was a shirt, a light red plaid skirt, a bow tie, and even a pair of white socks. I

felt a pang of regret for my careful preparation that morning. Had S changed his tastes? I didn't have time to think further, nor did I go to the bathroom. I could only change into the clothes he had prepared for me in front of S. Although S

knew my body well, I still felt embarrassed every time I took off my clothes in front of him. After putting on the socks, it suddenly dawned on me—wasn't this a school uniform? S came forward and fastened

the double leather collar around my neck, looking me up and down with great satisfaction. He smiled and said that dressed like this, I had completely regained my youthful charm. Only then did he reveal his intention: S wanted to

play a role—teacher and student—while experiencing the pure innocence of a cute high school student. He even took out a thin metal rod. He ordered me to kneel on the ground, the long rope held in his hand

, and then sat on the sofa to ask me questions. Actually, I really wanted to laugh at that moment, but I didn't dare, because in my opinion, this was clearly a very childish game. Playing a nurse was acceptable, but...

Asking me to play a little girl felt too ridiculous at my age. When I knelt down, my short skirt rode up quite a bit, clearly revealing my white underwear. I knew about S's tastes

; he especially liked to wear various lingerie or a complete work uniform on me, exposing my private parts.

"You're late for the allotted time," S said, trying to sound more realistic, his tone stiff and slightly stern, like a teacher. I knew there was a saying that

to win a man's heart, a woman must first win his stomach, meaning to make him crave her cooking. Cleverly, I applied this to SM as well. The more he acted this way, the better

I did—cater to his tastes. I had barely started to address S when he interrupted me, insisting I call him "teacher." I could only say I was taking a child to a friend's house. There was

a little incident here; because I initially said I was taking a child, S corrected me, saying I was a female student and had no child. He seemed annoyed that I hadn't gotten into character, so he came up behind me and told me

to stick my butt out, then whipped me a few times with that long, metal rod that looked like a pointer. I quickly explained that I was late because my husband was leaving late and I needed to drop the child off at a friend's house to take care of

myself before I could go to the appointment. S smiled and said he knew, but since it was role-playing, I should try my best to fulfill my role. He told me to answer again.

"I was dropping...dropping off a child." A sharp pain shot through my buttocks. I thought he was serious and I shouldn't make any more mistakes

. Who knew what kind of torture he would come up with? Since we were in my city, I actually hoped he would just have sex with me, so there wouldn't be any traces that would be discovered. But my initial thought was wrong. A

dominant can't just enjoy being a submissive through sex. "Do you have a crush on classmate xxx?" As soon as he said the name, I knew it was his friend from last time. I was a little worried. Would my master

punish me because he was jealous of how passionately I cooperated with his friend? But that was also his intention. But I knew I couldn't deny it and had to speak in that tone. I said helplessly, "Yes,

teacher ." “You’re still young, don’t date so early. Let your teacher teach you how to prevent these problems.” His tone made me almost laugh, so I deliberately lowered my head to avoid him

noticing . S brought his face very close, and as soon as he got close, I couldn’t resist his breath. I didn’t even understand why I felt this way. He had such a masculine

scent that I couldn’t resist at all. I hadn’t felt any passion before, but S could gradually ignite it. He kissed my lips, and I responded passionately. My tongue skills

had improved a lot under S’s guidance, and I could kiss deeper into my mouth. S didn’t massage my breasts at the same time as usual. Instead, after a while of tenderness, he took out a medium-sized sex toy

with soft barbs on it. I didn’t know what it felt like, and I didn’t have time to think about it. S used his fingers to separate my lower body and slowly inserted it. Because of the stimulation from the soft barbs, I

felt my insides contracting. I was a little uncomfortable and felt a slight pain. S greedily licked me, sucking on my lower body. My sensitive parts were quickly stimulated and needed more. I writhed,

moaned, and called out S's name, calling him "Master," asking him to give me more. S smiled and gently moved his hand, turning his body so I could take his penis in a 69 position. I

obediently swallowed his penis, sliding my tongue around it. I knew he liked me doing this; the teasing of my tongue made it wonderfully harder. I even found its fishy smell

captivating. Perhaps I had a "penis worship," serving my master very carefully and diligently. S got up, took out leather shackles and locked my hands behind my back, making me kneel on

the bed . He fondled my breasts while making my upper body erect: "Baby, this is called Shenlong. You'll know its benefits." He turned on the vibration. "Ah..." I didn't want to. I

swayed my head from side to side, as if it were drilling deeper, the itching deeper was unbearable. "The very inside..." I couldn't take it anymore, gasping for breath, about to be

completely . S held me up to prevent me from falling. "Spare me..." The electric vibration alone could hold me for a while, but the "dragon's" head reached... Deeper still, S pressed

my shoulders down with both hands, and exaggeratedly, my lower body swallowed several more centimeters of the "dragon" rod. God... I screamed loudly, reaching the very end, I really couldn't take it anymore, it was all the way in

, it was swollen and itchy, and S started to thrust violently. "I can't take it anymore, please, I'm coming," S said in a strange tone. "If you dare to betray me, I'll

torture you to death." I sobbed slightly, "I won't dare, Master, I really won't dare, I'm only yours." But S continued to thrust rapidly, one hand trying to straighten my body, the other hand

violently pounding into me. I was in a daze. "Give it to me, I want your penis inside me so badly." Yes, I was a slut. All I knew was to moan. My head was pressed tightly against his. "It's coming, I'm coming

..."

The orgasm overwhelmed my body. I collapsed onto the carpet. S didn't want to take off his white panties; they were still hanging on his legs. He picked me up. He had once told me that he loved seeing me in a wanton state.

I rested my head on his shoulder. S smiled and said it wasn't over yet, just foreplay. I weakly replied that I was a lamb, a sex slave at his mercy. He laughed and threw me onto the bed

. I liked his way of doing it. It made me feel the power of a man, that imposing presence and masculinity. Under his domineering influence, I made all sorts of poses, enjoying the orgasms he gave me, and

the trembling in that dreamlike, euphoric state. S wiped the semen from the corner of my mouth with a tissue and gently said he would give me an enema. I nodded. I wasn't afraid of that. In medicine, there is such a thing as an enema, which is used to cleanse

the intestines , but I don't know if the enema in SM feels the same. Lying on the bed, I couldn't do anything but watch S take out a large, needle-free syringe. I wondered

what liquid he would use, and then he pulled out something that shocked me—Bright Dairy pure milk. He told me to raise my buttocks. Although I had done enemas before and disliked that bloated feeling, I complied for

my master 's pleasure. The cold syringe, little by little, I felt something cool entering, flowing. My upper body had to support itself as he instructed.

Gradually, it felt full, as if it had been filled. S quickly refilled it and pushed it back into my anus. It felt bloated, and I sweated. I didn't know why some people liked this kind of game.

Why didn't they do it on themselves? It was really uncomfortable. I wanted to defecate; it felt so bloated. S said my anus was contracting, but he continued to inject more milk. "It's so full,

Master ." S didn't say anything, he quickly inserted his erect penis into my hole. "Ah..." He thrust and let the milk flow freely. I had never felt this before, it was so wonderful, a kind of

relaxation and comfort, but inside the hole was sexual pleasure. I couldn't help but try to press my buttocks together to welcome his thrusts.

To be continued,

Part 11

A very strange feeling appeared, shamefully like urinating, I felt it flowing out continuously, while my lower body was being thrust by the hot male penis, bringing waves of contractions, even the deepest

part craved deeper penetration

. My buttocks were held tightly by S, he liked to look down on me like this, watching the woman moan and writhe under his conquest. So much milk flowed down my thighs and onto the sheets, sticky at the point where I was joined with S. But he didn't care at all, he just intensified his movements. When the feeling of fullness gradually disappeared, my whole body...

Aroused by lust once more, I was nothing at this moment. In S's eyes, I was just a wanton woman needing an orgasm. "Since that's the case, Master, please love me properly."

I whimpered and moaned, my bound hands struggling with spasms. I never imagined there would be red marks on my wrists later. I only wanted him to hurry

up , but S suddenly pulled out. I felt empty, nothing in my heart, yet my lower body was itching with desire. How could he stop now? I

looked back at him pleadingly. S's penis was still erect, but he seemed to prefer admiring my body through sadomasochism. I found it strange that he liked to examine my genitals so closely. Even though he

always praised my full and attractive vagina, he was never satisfied. He liked to play with my genitals with his fingers, slowly parting my labia and probing the tender

flesh . He pinched my nipples mercilessly with the breast clamps. It hurt a lot, but I couldn't show it. S still held the other end of the noose rope in one hand. He made me kneel

on the bed again.

"Who has sexually harassed you?" S asked.

"No, Master." "Be smart, I know everything. It'll be better for you if you tell the truth." S tightened his grip on me. "Really, no one." As soon as I finished speaking,

I was slapped hard on the buttocks. "I... I was harassed by a colleague... no, a classmate." It really hurt. He never held back when he spanked me. I had to cater to his tastes

. Even if there was nothing, I had to make up something. Besides, I was still role-playing.

"What were the details?" S stroked my body, but I only felt a chill because I didn't know what I had done wrong that would suddenly punish me. "He told me dirty

jokes ... touched my breasts and genitals..." S smiled: "Have any other teachers harassed you?"

"Yes... it was... Teacher xxx asked me to go to his room... and then he tried to touch me..."

"Do you like being touched?" “

No…it’s…I like it…” S placed his fingers on my private parts and began to stir. I had to grit my teeth, sweat dripping from my body. S, please,

don’t torture me like this.

“Don’t you like being humiliated like this? Playing with your hole, seeing so much of your juices, you get excited instead.” S put one arm around my waist and suddenly inserted two fingers

, moving them rapidly. I couldn’t withstand such stimulation. Waves of intense itching came, and I couldn’t control myself, crying out loudly, “...Ah…ah…

” Each moan was accompanied by a long breath, and my face contorted, as if in pain, yet also as if in pleasure. “A little further…yes…there…” At this moment,

I could no longer endure or suppress my excitement. The pleasure of the fingers impacting my private parts made my whole body tremble. S didn’t let up: “Swallow it.” "S made me open my mouth

and ejaculated all his semen into it. I didn't resist at all; I swallowed it all. Even after he finished, I kept his penis in my mouth, sucking on

the residue on the glans. 'Master, I love you.' I reluctantly spat out his penis. The saliva on my tongue mixed with the semen, forming a long, sticky line. S

kissed and finally released my hands. I collapsed weakly, while S showed no signs of fatigue. He bent down and kissed my genitals, his tongue dancing skillfully. My most sensitive

areas were stimulated by S, and I couldn't help but straighten my toes, my body moving slightly in an arc, sobbing softly. My hands gripped the sheets tightly. Between my snow-white thighs, I could only see a

man 's head moving. Then..." ...Here it comes, the climax has been reached. "I feel so good..." My body suddenly felt weak, collapsing into a ball.

As the intense shame slowly subsided, S pulled me in front of a mirror. He wouldn't let me off easily after this climax. "What, is it the same game as last time?" Realizing that

my master was about to use such a humiliating method to rape my anus, I wanted to escape, but I had no strength to resist. He forced me to spread my legs on top of him, and we

could see our naked bodies in the mirror. I didn't want to see myself being penetrated; it was something that would make a woman extremely ashamed. I lowered my head, letting my flowing hair block

my view, but S ignored me and said seriously, "Put it in yourself, and look at the person in the mirror." My head was forcibly lifted, and S used his hand to point his penis at my anus

: "Hurry up!!" “Okay…” My plump buttocks gradually sank down. “It hurts…” Inserting without any lubrication was incredibly tense. Although the initial penetration caused a painful tearing sensation in

my anus S quickly adjusted the angle and reached forward to play with my private parts, letting desire overwhelm the pain. Soon, the groans from my mouth were no longer

painful moans, but heavy breathing. I looked at myself in the mirror, groaning, moving up and down, humiliated by S, yet still experiencing sexual pleasure. “I… can’t take it…” My anus was

very tight, and S really liked that feeling. He also tried his best to thrust up and down, but I knew… He was being squeezed very tightly, so he would probably ejaculate again soon. "I

can't take it anymore ... Master... please come out..."

After changing my clothes, I managed to stand up with a little strength. S said the outfit he'd prepared beforehand was probably the right one; it wouldn't get my clothes dirty, otherwise how would I get home?

We went downstairs together to the restaurant. At this moment, he was very gentlemanly and courteous, completely different from how he had been before. Many women would see him as a

perfect lover just like this, let alone in bed, where he could captivate women. Beside S, I also felt love, and during SM, although... There are sexual needs, but as a woman, I

prefer the combination of sex and emotion. Sex stemming from love, and the giving itself to it, is what makes my most beautiful self shine. I show my most beautiful side to S because I know that even the most beautiful flower needs a good

spectator for its blooming to have meaning. I also have a kind of dependence on him. I've compared my boyfriend, husband, and S, wondering what

my life ? What would it be like if I married my first boyfriend? And me, this ordinary woman, seems to find that S alone can give me: love, sex, and

care. It's often said that a woman in love is... Blindly, what about me? I don't know, or rather, I don't think about what might happen if something unexpected happens. A shooting star is fleeting across the sky, yet

many people still catch its tail and make a wish. Is SM also fleeting? Give me love, darling...

Before rushing home, S gave me a new challenge, but I was in a hurry to get home and didn't think about it too much. I had a text message on my phone; my husband said he wouldn't be home until 11 pm because he was too tired

. I called a friend to take the kids home and chat with them at my place. I carefully checked myself in the mirror and found no flaws. I poured some water, turned on the TV, and waited for the doorbell to ring

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