Embarking on the SM Path

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Life is like a pot of wine; when you're tired, take a sip. As long as it doesn't make you feel drunk, you'll experience all the flavors—bitter, spicy, sour, and sweet. (I) If I were a male S, I wouldn't have believed it myself a year ago. I've never liked abusing anyone, and I'd never even heard of the term SM. All of this happened because of her… Did she know the term SM? No, she certainly didn't back then. We started all this in a daze; it all felt like a dream. It all started on a rainy night when I hadn't spoken to her for several days. Yes, I felt inferior when I was with her… But who could I say these things to? I kept questioning her in my mind: Why did you marry me? Why don't I have an official family like yours? I'm the son of a farmer. I hate it when your family members deliberately chat with me and greet me to appease my inferiority complex. My appearance is so plain, unlike you, the star of the county, the swan in everyone's eyes. I know why you don't wear high heels—because that way you'll be taller than me, right, you slut! I want to slap you just thinking about it. Last time a woman asked you, "Why don't you wear high heels anymore now that you're married?" You said you used to wear them to seduce me, but now that you're married, you've achieved your goal and don't need to hurt your feet anymore. Watching you two sluts laughing like that, I really wanted to slap you a few times. I admit, you're perfect, and I'm nothing, okay? You know I'm unhappy, you know I'm insecure. To prove you don't look down on me, you go to great lengths to manipulate my parents, giving them money, having them stay with you, and cooking them delicious meals. What I can't stand the most was that time you washed my mother's feet, making the old lady cry, and you still laughed... saying you'd wash her feet often. I slammed the door and left. I wandered aimlessly through the streets; I'm fed up with all of this. I'm tired of people introducing me by saying, "This is so-and-so's son-in-law," or "This is so-and-so's husband." I'm tired of people saying I married a beautiful wife with ill intent, and I'm tired of all the compliments people give you. Who am I? Am I always just a supporting character to you all? That rainy night, you made me tea and said, "Let's talk." "Okay, let's talk." I was just about to tell you how I'd always felt. Before I could even speak, you asked me if it was because I was always weak and unhappy during our last night together. Damn it, I didn't care about any of that. I kept nagging about how much you loved me, how you couldn't live without me, and how you'd do anything for me as long as I didn't leave you. I instantly flew into a rage. Without saying a word, I grabbed your hair and slammed your head to the ground. Damn, you just lay there motionless. We were both panting, and I was dizzy. How could I do something like that? I lit a cigarette, sat on the sofa, took a couple of puffs, and was about to say something when you moved. You crawled on your knees to my feet, hugged my legs, and looked up. I saw your tears. At that moment, I felt a surge of accomplishment. You said, "As long as I don't leave you, please let me...do whatever I want with you." I blew smoke into your face, and you coughed. Hehe, I got excited. This is the relationship we should have. I'm the master, and you're the servant. Seeing you cry, you look so beautiful. I suddenly wanted to make you smile. Hehe, seeing your forced smile, I was so happy. Finally, finally, I slapped you. This is something I've wanted to give you for a long time. You looked at me in surprise, at a loss. I scolded you, "Who told you to smile so unnaturally just now?" Hehe, you smiled with relief and said, "Let me redo my makeup." I nodded. This is the beginning of our SM. (II) After playing with her, we lay in bed. I smoked, and she hugged my arm, saying, "From now on, as long as you don't ignore me for days, you can do whatever you want to me." I smiled. I finally felt the beauty of marriage. I especially liked the expression on her face when she said, "Do whatever you want to me." Her mood improved, and she said, "Let me dance for you." I nodded. She'd practiced folk dance since she was little, and was the lead dancer in her company's dance troupe. When we were dating, some local thugs even bothered me, and it was only after her uncle in the police force dealt with them that things were settled. She took out her old dance troupe skirt and put it on, humming happily. I watched her, and she started dancing in front of the bed, humming the tune and explaining the dance to me, repeating the best parts and urging me to watch closely. She was so beautiful! Especially when she was in a good mood, she was a real beauty! When she did a big split, I said, "Stop!" She sat on the floor, splitting her legs, her arms flailing in the air like dancers, looking at me. I went over and touched her genitals with my toes. She groaned and closed her eyes. I cursed at her, making her look at me, and then I put my toes inside her vagina; it was so wet. She became aroused too. After a while, I lay down on the bed and made her lick my toes clean, and she begged me to let her go. I ignored her and smoked. She crawled over, saying how disgusting it was, and put my toes in her mouth. It was itchy and tingling. I kept smoking, and she kept licking. I never expected her to lick my toes to be as professional as her dancing. It seemed like if I didn't tell her to stop, she would keep licking until dawn. I got annoyed and told her to stop, but she just hummed and wouldn't take her mouth off my toes. I pulled her hair and slapped her. She cried out. I said, "Put my toes inside your vagina and then dance for me." I lay on the bed with my feet sticking out, and she clamped my feet between her legs. She hummed a dance tune, just like she had before, gently swaying her hips and arms in the air. (III) I was shocked by her performance. She could actually put something as dirty as my toes in her mouth and lick them incessantly. I was just insecure, and I only made her do those things out of momentary anger. I was just kidding, I really didn't expect her to actually do these things. I ignored her for several days. This time, it wasn't anger; I just didn't know how to start our conversation. Every day, she would cook different dishes for me, make tea, peel apples and oranges, and try to talk to me, but I would just hum in response. I was horrified by my own actions. How could I continue like this? That day, I came home from work, exhausted. I lay down on the bed, and I heard her cooking from the kitchen. She finished cooking, came to the bedside, and asked, "Let's eat." I ignored her. She got worried and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" I just lay in bed smoking. My mind was still filled with those messy things at work. If it weren't for her father being a county leader, I probably would have been laid off long ago with my work attitude. But thinking about this only made me angrier. I could have worked in the provincial capital. If it weren't for the county high school principal arranging our marriage before I graduated from university, I would be living a life of luxury in the provincial capital now. She poured me a glass of water. I looked at her and said, "I'm fine, just a little tired." She was relieved and laughed, saying, "You didn't even take your shoes off when you got home, all that cleaning of the floor for nothing." She knelt down and took off my shoes. I smoked, staring at the ceiling. After taking off my shoes, she took off my socks. "So smelly!" She lightly tapped my foot. Then she gently massaged the soles of my feet. "You licked them even though they smell bad," I said irritably. "Ah..." she let out a strange groan. Probably because I scolded her, she got aroused. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with very gentle eyes: "Let me soak your feet in hot water, it'll relieve your fatigue." "No!" I refused firmly. "After soaking your feet, I'll... then lick them for you, to make you feel good, okay?" Hearing her soft voice, I suddenly wanted to tease her. "Lick them now!" I sat up abruptly and grabbed her hair. She cried out, "Ah!" and said, "It hurts... don't pull me." I let go and lay down. A ticklish feeling came from my toes... she licked them. I kept smoking, trying to hide my excitement. I didn't dare watch her lick my toes because I didn't know what to do next. Should I let her lick one foot before moving on to the other, or should I get up and do it to her? (IV) Why does she do this? She must like it. Every time she licks my feet, she keeps licking them unless I get annoyed. Is it because she loves me, as she said? I recalled a scene from our previous lovemaking. She was lying on the bed, and I was doing it to her from behind. Once, she pulled my hand and slapped her buttocks. I was very surprised at the time. I was going to ask her. After we made love again, she hugged my arm and, as usual, excitedly talked about many things—work, home, friends. I listened silently. Suddenly, I asked her, "Why did you make me slap your buttocks that time?" She was surprised and silent for a moment. She hugged me tighter and whispered, "Sometimes... people want... pain..." Hehe, a very honest answer. "Do you want it now?" I immediately asked her. She didn't speak and hugged me tighter. I reached out and touched her breasts, gently stroking her nipples, then pinching them hard… “Ah…” She writhed on the bed. Curious, I pinched her nipples with both hands, twisting them hard. She rolled over, moaning, drool dripping from her mouth. Heh, she was having an orgasm… I suddenly let go, and she frantically grabbed my head, kissing my lips with her tongue: “Kill me… I’m yours…” I understood. I pushed her away, saying, “Lift your ass up.” She said, “Ugh!” but her ass rose. I stood on the floor, looking at her snow-white buttocks. *Smack!* I slapped her white buttocks. “Ah…” I slapped her buttocks repeatedly. I imagined slapping her face, using my hand…I slapped her buttocks back and forth. When I stopped, she buried her face in the bed and sobbed. Her buttocks were red. I realized that spanking could hurt your hand too. I took out my leather belt and slapped it... She gripped the sheets tightly with her hands and bit the pillow with her mouth. I saw tears welling up on her vulva. She was lewd... I stopped. I lit a cigarette, and she just stuck her buttocks out without moving, and there was no more sobbing. I said, "Spread your buttocks yourself." She let out a soft "ah," and she slowly spread her buttocks with trembling hands. Hehe, a very beautiful vulva and anus. I admit, she is a perfect person, both in appearance and in her private parts. I swung the belt and aimed it at her anus and vulva. I lashed down! "Ah ah..." She suddenly collapsed onto the bed, twisting and turning, making crying sounds. I was stunned, standing there not knowing what to do... I just watched her cry. (V) If I didn't know if she was serious when she said she loved me before, now I know she really loves me. She seized every opportunity to hug me, watching me intently. Even at work, she would constantly call me. The look in her eyes terrified me. It was a look of adoration, a look of complete surrender. She was the eldest child in her family, with a younger brother. Her boss father and her brother, who ran a construction business, would never have imagined that their precious daughter and beautiful older sister's buttocks were covered in purple welts from whippings. The day after the last whipping, she appeared on television, on a county TV interview program. She stood there, talking eloquently about the country's epidemic prevention policies and such. Perhaps people don't know why she was standing during the interview; it was because her swollen, promiscuous buttocks were red and swollen, and she dared not sit down. I sat on the sofa watching her ramble on on TV, smoking. "This year's focus on epidemic prevention is..." she said on TV. I pulled her hair up; there was still a hair from my penis on her mouth. I asked her, "What is the focus of epidemic prevention?" "Prevention of epidemics," she said a little later than on TV, so I slapped her. Then I pressed her mouth against my penis. Hehe, watching her ramble on TV while enjoying her oral sex is such a pleasant thing! "Honey, I need to talk to you about something..." she said, taking a break from licking my penis. "What is it?" "Waaah... My classmates are having a get-together this weekend. Waaah..." Hehe, the sound of sucking my penis is so nice. "I might be back late. Waaah..." "No way!" I pushed her away, turned off the TV, and went to the window to smoke. Her ass will be better by Saturday, and I still want to spank her. I can't help it, I just started spanking her, and the urge is strong. She knelt there, looking at me, and said softly, "Everyone's going, it wouldn't be good not to go..." I thought for a moment and said, "Okay, you can go." "Thank you, honey!" She stood up, ran over, hugged me, and kissed me. I pressed her down to kneel on the ground, shoved my penis into her mouth, grabbed her head with both hands, and thrust hard. "But you have to put a banana in your cunt, I'll check when you get back." "Waaah... No..." I wouldn't let her speak, and kept thrusting into her mouth. Ah… I came… (VI) Our family life has been revived. Even the people around us have noticed that our relationship is better than before. My buddies at work asked me to play cards, but I didn’t go. Everyone teased me, saying that I’ve become homesick lately. After work, she was changing her clothes and told me with a smile that she had met her mother in the afternoon. Her mother asked her how she had been doing lately. “Maybe Mom also feels that our relationship is better than before.” I listened silently and asked her, “Where’s the stuff?” She hit me: “Ugh, so annoying, all you know is this.” Her mother probably didn’t expect that when she asked her daughter how she had been doing lately, there was a half-eaten cucumber that I had stuck in her pretty daughter’s anus. She put on her pink pajamas, sat in my arms, and hugged my neck and acted coquettishly. My hand touched her anus and commanded her, “Pull hard!” She frowned, held her breath and pulled hard, and part of the cucumber came out. I shook the cucumber that was stuck in her anus with my hand and listened to her moaning. I suddenly felt that I loved her so much, a love from the bottom of my heart. Yes, she did everything she could to make me happy. "I have a question for you..." She stopped moaning and looked at me questioningly. "What is it?" "Do you... still like me like before?" I asked her. "No, ptooey, ptooey, you bad thing!" She pinched my nose and acted coquettishly. "I'm asking you something serious. Do you hate it when I... do this to you?" She looked at me more closely, hugged me tighter, and pressed her breasts hard against my face, rubbing them vigorously. "Ah... no!! I love you, I love you... I'll do whatever you want as long as you're happy, ah..." she moaned, calling my name. She kept saying she loved me. I suddenly pulled the cucumber out of her anus and pushed her away. I lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa. She was pushed down to the floor, her arms wrapped around her chest, her whole body tense. It was probably the subconscious reaction of her anus, which had been filled with cucumber all day, suddenly feeling empty, and her coquettish body suddenly being pushed away by her lover. I knew she craved an orgasm. She was curled up on the floor, trembling with her eyes closed. After watching her for a while, I stubbed out my cigarette, went over, picked her up, and gently placed her on the bed. She kept her eyes closed, didn't speak, but her body trembled like a chess piece. I looked at her beautiful face and gently kissed her eyes. She let out a soft "ah." I really, really love her. I said, "I love you too, really, you don't know how much I love you!" She let out another soft "ah," and I saw two lines of tears streaming down her closed eyes. I said, "I won't torture you today, let's make love normally, like before, okay?" She suddenly rolled over, pinned me down, and said, "No! You've completely turned me into a bad woman, I'm your bad woman, torture me like you did before, please!" Ugh... I was speechless... I finally understood, she wasn't tormenting me like this to please me, she herself enjoyed being tortured like this. What a strange woman! (VII) I suddenly realized that she shouldn't be classified as a category. Since she enjoyed being tortured by me, I wondered if other women also enjoyed being tortured. I went to the company internet to search. SM—the word suddenly appeared before my eyes. I was stunned! She was a SM. The internet is a great school, teaching us many things we didn't know before, and it also taught me how to torture her. Bondage, enemas, wax dripping, spanking, drinking urine—so many words, it was dazzling. Those images that made my blood boil made me lose control. At work, after looking at SM pictures for a while, I couldn't resist anymore, so I asked for leave and went home. I called her, and she rushed back. "I'm not feeling well," she asked. My eyes were bloodshot. I pushed her down, spanked her, tore her clothes, and took her from behind. After I finished, I saw her lying on the ground panting. After a while, she got up and said to me, "You're really sick!" She went to take a shower, but my mind was still filled with those SM pictures. I was thinking about how to deal with her next. After she finished showering, she asked me, "Are you still going to work?" I said no. I made her kneel down, and after a struggle, she knelt in front of me. I tied several of her stockings together into a rope and bound her hands behind her back. She looked at me in surprise: "Are you crazy?" I used the rest to tightly bind her breasts, pulling them taut. Her breasts were deformed by the rope. I pulled up her hair and made her give me oral sex. "No, I just finished, it's dirty," I ignored her and put my limp penis to her mouth. She started licking, and giving me oral sex like this was very stimulating. As she licked, she looked at me and asked, "Where did you learn this?" I ignored her, took out clothespins, and clamped them onto her nipples. "Ah..." She licked even more enthusiastically. I kicked her down, spread her thighs, and clamped a clamp on each of her engorged labia, finally clamping her clitoris with the last one. She screamed a few times and moaned continuously. I stepped on her face, and she stuck out her tongue to lick it. "Do you like it now?" I asked her. She whimpered, licking my toes incessantly. I made her lie face down again, raising her buttocks high, and whipped her buttocks and her hands tied behind her back with a belt. She screamed, so I stuffed her panties and socks into her mouth. I pulled up one of her legs and whipped the clips on her labia and clitoris with my shirt. She convulsed like a madwoman. I switched to the belt and whipped her vulva. *Snap*... the clip on her clitoris was whipped off by the belt, she struggled to lift her head, her chest thrust out, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. I collapsed to the ground. SM, this is SM, isn't it? Looking back on my performance, I was like a child, like a clown. I was too hasty, which is a common mistake for people who are new to SM. Next time, I will definitely deal with her slowly. (VIII) We have completely fallen... endlessly sinking into the abyss of desire. Is it because I am insecure? No! Is it because she loves me and is afraid I will leave? No!!! Like a drug addict, when sober, I feel guilty; once I'm hooked, I forget everything. Maybe other couples are like us, I comforted myself. Soon, a computer was installed at home, and broadband was connected. I browsed SM content online just like at work, only this time she was beneath me, her hands bound behind her back, her head bobbing between my legs. Ah…ah…we moaned together…it all felt like a dream; I was afraid to wake up, and afraid to fall into a deep sleep. Finally, I wanted a change. To live a normal life like a normal person.A few days later, I suggested we go on a trip. We went to a southern city, a place I had long wanted to visit. We had a great time, enjoying the beautiful scenery and delicious food; she was ecstatic too. But… I was afraid to go back to the hotel. The hotel room was clean, and the bed was very comfortable after a long day. She was always the first to take off my shoes and socks, and to get me hot water to wash my feet. She would always pretend to crawl over to get me things, kneeling on the floor to talk to me, acting cute and playful. I knew that after a few peaceful nights, she was starting to get tired. Her desire for torment terrified me. Traveling with her was a source of pride; the lustful glances from passersby were a welcome relief. Even in this southern city known for its beautiful women, she attracted a lot of attention. She would always put her arm around my arm and whisper in my ear, "Look, that man is disgusting, staring at people like that." She was very good at seducing me. Meanwhile, the beautiful women on the streets of the south were also arousing my sexual desire. "Ugh, why are you staring at that vixen?" "Hehe, her clothes are nice." "I'll go buy some too, and wear them for you, okay?" I couldn't take it anymore! Inside the hotel, I pressed her head down onto my feet, tied her up with rope, tightly binding her breasts, and placing a rope between her legs. I stuffed two of my worn stockings into her vagina and anus. I made her put on makeup and wear beautiful clothes. We went out to the park and had dinner. *** ******After downing a bottle of beer, I said fiercely to her, "If any sock in your hole isn't wet enough, I'll shove a beer bottle in it!" Sitting at the table, her eyes were glazed, her lips moving like a dying fish. She climaxed... Back at the hotel, she lay on the floor, her buttocks sticking up high. I gently pulled the sock out of her anus. "Can you feel it?" "No..." "Shake your ass for me!" Her snow-white buttocks swayed gently, the sock peeking out of her anus, swaying incessantly. "Can you feel it now?" "Oh...yes...the sock...is swaying..." I suddenly pulled the sock out of her anus... "Ah..." She collapsed to the ground. The pleasant trip ended quickly. (IX) Perhaps, I really am a selfish and cruel person. Just like she said when she was angry with me that time. But she is leading me in the direction of selfishness and cruelty. What can I do? In our married life, with this kind of cruelty added, arguments and fights are inevitable. How can I separate the torment she endures from the mundane routines of daily life? That day, I calmed down and thought carefully. I said to her, "Let's talk." She knew I would eventually talk to her. She knelt beside me, hugged my legs, and gently massaged them. "Let's agree on a time for fun, and a time for being like a normal couple, okay?" She lowered her head and remained silent. "Or, let's not do it anymore!" I shouted angrily. Her hands stopped massaging my legs, and she buried her face in my lap and cried. "I know...you don't love me anymore...I know..." she sobbed, crying sadly. Women are so troublesome! You can't reason with them. I was both angry and amused, so I gently stroked her long hair. She grabbed my hand that was stroking her and held it tightly. She buried her head in my lap and kept crying. After a while, she calmed down. She took my hand, gently rubbed it against her face, and looked up at me with deep affection. A woman's tears are the best way for her to comfort herself. Her mood improved; she playfully put my finger in her mouth and gently sucked on it; her eyes were filled with desire that could melt me. I knew there was no point in talking anymore. I pulled my finger out of her mouth. "Go, get ready, I need to pee." "Ugh!" She slapped me, stood up, and ran briskly to the bathroom. I took a few puffs of my cigarette, stubbed it out, and let out a long sigh. I went to the bathroom, and she was already kneeling by the toilet. I stood up, and she knelt down to unbuckle my belt, pull down my pants, and took out my penis with both hands, then aimed it at the toilet. "What a disgusting thing. Hiss..." She made a sound like guiding a baby to urinate. I took a breath and peed. She looked at me mischievously, gently shaking my penis as the urine circled and fell into the toilet bowl. I cursed her, "You slut, hurry up and do it!" "Ugh!" she responded coquettishly. She held my penis to her face and waved it around. My urine dripped onto her face and hair. Finally, she opened her mouth, and my urine filled it. After she drank a few mouthfuls, I finally stopped. "Ugh...ugh..." She tilted her head back so I could see the urine in her mouth. "Don't swallow it!" I said, turning back to the sofa in the living room to light a cigarette. After a while, she crawled out, using both hands and feet, and came to me, still tilting her head back to prevent the urine from spilling out. It must have been very painful for her. I watched TV and knocked the ash from my cigarette into her mouth. Even a woman like her, who was crazy about being tortured, felt humiliated by this method. She knelt at my feet, her upper body straight, her head tilted back, and she closed her eyes. "Open your eyes!" She opened her eyes and hit me. She whimpered something, probably begging me to make her swallow the urine quickly. I ignored her, took out my phone, and called her father, the county leader. "Dad, this is Xiaoming. Yan'er said she's coming home for dinner on Sunday. Yan'er's here, go find her, I'll let Yan'er talk to you." I put the phone to her ear. Her father's voice came through the phone, calling "Yan'er, Yan'er..." She stared at me, afraid to make a sound, pinching my leg hard. Ouch! I took the phone away: "Yan'er's busy, she won't say anything more. We'll go back on Sunday, that's all, I'm hanging up." As I hung up, I flicked cigarette ash into her mouth. Two long streams of tears flowed down her closed face. But her wide-open mouth, filled with urine and cigarette ash, seemed out of place with her convulsing, sobbing body. "Your dad said we'll go out for dinner on Sunday. Why are you still holding my urine in your mouth? Are you reluctant to swallow it?" I humiliated her. She gulped down the mixture of urine and cigarette ash. She collapsed onto the floor, burying her head and sobbing uncontrollably. I bet her genitals are wet right now. (X) What's lost is lost forever! That pure and beautiful girl can only exist in my memory now, replaced by a slave girl who constantly yearns. How ridiculous! Why did she marry me? Was it because I'm a graduate of a prestigious university? When I asked her, she said it was just an insignificant reason. She wasn't satisfied with me at first sight; after all, I'm not handsome, and I'm not tall. I was very nervous during our first meeting, sweating profusely, so she handed me a handkerchief to wipe my sweat. I didn't stand on ceremony, wiped my sweat haphazardly, and then shoved the handkerchief back into her hand. Later, she said my actions were very rough, that I was someone who didn't consider others. But when she got home and opened my soiled handkerchief, seeing the grime, she felt a little impulsive. No one else had ever treated her like that; she seemed to enjoy me soiling and messing up her carefully washed handkerchief. For some inexplicable reason, we continued our relationship. This must be fate. "Before you met me, did you ever want to be abused?" I asked her. "No, at first, I just sometimes craved pain after making love with you. I didn't expect you to bully me like this now, you naughty thing!" She wrapped her arms around my waist and rubbed her face against my chest, clinging to me again. "Hmm. Now I want to see. Stand there, take off all your clothes, don't move your top." "You're so annoying!" She lightly hit me, gently took off her pants and underwear, and stood in front of me. "Turn around! Stick your butt out. Wiggle your butt for me..." She obediently turned around, gently wiggling her butt towards me. "Am I pretty?" she asked, turning back to me. Her top was a black office suit, but her bottom was bare white. The constantly wiggling butt was the best mockery of her elegant appearance during the day. "Open your vulva." I commanded. "Is it like this?" She lewdly used both hands to spread her labia and turned back to ask me. "Don't stop, keep wiggling!" *smack*, I slapped her butt. "Ah..." It must be difficult to wiggle her butt while spreading her labia. She kept moaning. I saw that her vulva was already wet, with tiny beads of dew on it. This was my favorite moment of the day. I lit a cigarette, pondered for a moment, and continued my training. "Spread the thick skin off your ass." "Yes..." She placed her hands on her buttocks and gently spread them apart. Heh, I saw her hole in the back. After spreading her white, tender buttocks, a very tight little hole was revealed in the middle. "What's this hole in the back called?" I reached between her legs and asked her while touching her. "Ugh... it's my anus..." She seemed to want to avoid my hand, twisting her buttocks as she answered softly. The intense training began. My hand suddenly reached for her clitoris, pinched it, and stretched it... "Ahhh..." "What does 'anus' mean? I don't know. I can't explain it. Today I'll twist your clitoris off." I pretended to be confused and continued to pinch her clitoris with force. "Ah..." Her head snapped back, her hair flying through the air. "I'm sorry... it's my asshole..." "What's your asshole for?" "To poop..." *Smack*... I grabbed the belt with my other hand and whipped her buttocks. "Ah... I'm sorry... I misspoke... it's for pooping..." "You slut, you show your pooping spot to others too?" I stood up, swung the belt, aimed at her asshole, and lashed it hard... "Ugh..." She made a sound like she was about to suffocate, her body collapsing to the floor... She lay on the ground sobbing, and I watched her weep. This was probably her favorite moment of the day. Maybe it would always be like this with her, until we both got tired of each other, I told myself. The smoke from the cigarette and her sobs mingled, making it impossible for me to think straight. I could never find my former self again...

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