Those years of SM 1-2

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Having been in the BDSM scene for over a decade, I've encountered quite a few submissives. Although I've now faded from the scene,
some people and events remain unforgettable. I'm recording these experiences here, partly as a memento, and partly for fellow enthusiasts.

The order of the characters doesn't matter; the first one, an lesbian (L), is a few years older than me. She's been in the scene longer than me, and
her experience is far greater.

According to her, she's had three submissives and several one-night stands, and has tried many different styles, leaning towards mild to moderate.

When I met her, she had already retired from the scene for several years. Her voice was alluring, her looks were above average
, and she maintained a great figure through regular swimming and yoga. She had an extremely high sex drive, and her husband couldn't satisfy her at all.

Moreover, BDSM, like infidelity, is either zero times or countless times. No matter how much she claimed to
have returned to her family and stopped engaging in it, deep down she couldn't escape it.

After two or three years of dating, she finally got on my side.

She's a very talented writer and enjoys writing. When I was with her, I often asked her to
write down her feelings about our dates and the "training" from her own perspective as homework.

Of course, I would also write down my own feelings as a reward for her. Thus, this series of
articles came about.

(I) My first

encounter with L

As night fell, I, dressed in a black bodysuit, black casual pants, and black shoes, disappeared into the boundless
darkness. The early summer night was slightly cool. Walking along the riverside road, gazing at the direction of the intersection, waiting,
I felt uneasy. It's

been almost nine years since I left the industry. Perhaps in someone's heart, I am a perfect woman. Certain
secrets will remain secrets forever, until the day I take them to my grave.

Today, Satan is reborn in my heart. Life is short, and I don't want to continue to suppress myself. Regardless of right or wrong, let what is meant
to come come. I hope to confirm with my eyes that I will meet the right person.

A white Mercedes rolled down its window. I couldn't see the features clearly in the night, but it was a faint
signal . Feigning nonchalance, I said, "You recognized me? How can you be sure it's me?"

"I've seen your picture, it's definitely you!"

I laughed, turned, got into the car, and sat in the passenger seat.

"Do you have any water?"

I then received a half-empty water bottle. Well, sharing a bottle of water felt
a bit ambiguous.

The car gradually pulled into a dimly lit parking lot and stopped.

I turned my head, carefully examining that unfamiliar face. Although we had known each other online for a long time and had
many things in common, this was our first time meeting in person. I still wanted to look at this face very carefully. However,
storybooks always lie; "love arises without knowing why, and deepens with time." The feeling of love at first sight was slow to materialize, and
it was a little awkward.

"Want to sit in the back?"

I suddenly had the urge to run away, but it vanished in an instant. I silently thought: Fine, I'll sit. Am I really going to
run away now?

I took a deep breath, jumped out of the front seat, opened the door, and got into the back seat. He had already settled into the back seat. The moment
the door , the temperature in the car seemed to suddenly spike. The front window was open, and in the dim light,
shadowy figures occasionally flickered.

His hand gently reached out from behind, and my body tensed up, pulling back and pushing away
his outstretched arm.

He smiled, "Let me take a closer look at you, see if I'm the right one."

Hearing his words, I obediently moved closer, lifting his head with my hand to continue studying his face.
Looking into his eyes, my heart was calm, his gaze gentle. What was I looking for? I didn't really know myself.

"Am I the right one?"

I honestly answered, "I don't know." I confessed that I liked handsome young men.

"Then what should we do?"

I shook my head, slightly hesitant, "Let's get to know each other first, and if it feels right, we'll continue." I didn't know if this decision was
hasty.

A pair of large hands tightly embraced me, gentle and warm. I liked it. I flipped myself onto him
, pressing my head even closer, staring intently into his eyes, completely oblivious to his
slight discomfort. "I'm a woman spoiled by men. I'm very willful." "I can feel it, very willful."

In his eyes, I found a hint of indulgence, and the little wildcat within me began to leap out again,
wanting to play and be willful.

His hands roamed up and down my back, growing increasingly hot, and my position gradually hardened.
I lowered my head. "Still not self-aware?"

I fiddled with his belt buckle, signaling him to loosen it, then pulled down my trousers. Through his underwear, I
caressed , seeing a slight daze in his eyes. Feeling that wasn't enough, I gently
bit his little thing through his underwear. Suddenly, he jumped, the little thing responding to my stimulation.

I continued to pull down my underwear, gently teasing his genitals with my tongue, then took his entire member into my mouth.
A light cheer reached my ears. As my mouth moved deeper and deeper, he became increasingly aroused. His warm
fingers began searching for my honey pot, which was already soaking wet. His tight-fitting clothes weren't easy
to untie , so he struggled to rub it against my skin, secretly finding it amusing.

He kissed my forehead, my earlobe, and then my nipples. Desire burned within me, and
unable to resist , I unbuttoned my clothes and sat cross-legged on top of his member, moving up and down. The carriage was cramped,
and I had to hold onto the ceiling from time to time. Outside, the lights were dim, and shadows flickered, making the experience even more exciting…

This was our first meeting. Looking into your

eyes

, I kept thinking, when did it all begin? Was it our first chance encounter on
the forum , or after several deletions and blockings followed by re-adding each other as friends? Was it our first kiss, or the first
time I entered your body?

Regardless of which one it was, when I received your email that morning asking me to bring my tools to meet you, I felt...
It was surprising.

Even though I was in a bad mood and anxious every day, I still wanted to know how you were doing. Even though
we exchanged many emails, mostly the usual banter, which comforted you and didn't
make me think about meeting you. Even though I checked my email several times a day for your reply, I tried my best
to control my thoughts and the urge to add you as a friend.

—Two old ties I don't use anymore, where did my old tie go? I think there's only one. A few
clips, what kind of clips? No nipple clamps, bamboo? Metal? Would they be too strong?

—No, no, no, let's not meet. I've already managed to keep my distance, will getting back in hurt
even more? I've been hurt so many times before, thinking about her ruthlessness and the harsh things she said.

—If I don't go, will she find someone else to fill in? Anyway, she just wants to vent, so I'll just vent with her
. It's just some sperm, what's the loss?

"That's so immoral! How could I take advantage of someone when they're emotionally down? She'll regret it afterwards
and hate herself."

This day was spent in this internal struggle. To see her or not to see her, to do it or not, all became
agonizing questions.

There was even a huge misunderstanding; I thought I'd made it clear that we'd meet tomorrow, but you still understood it as today.
Okay , I decided not to see her for now, but when I heard your voice, all my rational defenses crumbled. I just
can't resist your voice.

Let's meet then; it seems like fate has decreed it will be today. But let's forget about sex. I'm worried your impulsive
decision will hurt you, and I'm afraid that after we're done, I'll be blocked again, and the feelings I invested will be hurt again like before.

So, I abandoned my old tie, clips, and condoms, hastily made up an excuse, and hurriedly drove off after dinner.

Damn it, the roads are so congested today! I can't be late! Oh no, where is the GPS? I'm
doomed I won't be there by 7:05. I need to send her a message quickly.

Finally, the long journey ended. I stopped at the intersection, rolled down the window, and saw that
figure gazing into the distance, dressed in black, seemingly about to disappear into the boundless night. I waved to you, and you saw me,
walked towards me, opened the door, and sat in the passenger seat.

"You recognized me? How can you be sure it's me?"

I smiled. "I've seen your picture; it's definitely you!"

You were thirsty, so I gave you the half-empty bottle of water from the car, thankfully you didn't mind.

The car gradually pulled into a dimly lit parking lot and stopped.

I turned off the engine and we started chatting aimlessly. We talked about your family, your children, your worries and frustrations.

The cool early summer night breeze blew in through the half-open window, slightly easing the tense and awkward atmosphere inside the car.
Mustering my courage, I invited you to sit in the back, and you readily agreed.

The moment I closed the door, I felt the temperature inside the car suddenly rise. I told you you had a good figure, and you said you actually
had a lot of curves. I wanted to touch where those curves were, and I put my arm around your waist
. You suddenly tensed up, pulling back and trying to push my arm away. I whispered to you, "Let me see you up close, see if I'm
the right one."

You obediently moved closer, and I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around your waist, caressing your waist. You looked at
me intently, and I let you look at me openly, not knowing what you saw. At that moment, words seemed superfluous. The carriage was exceptionally
quiet; we could hear each other breathing, and there was an atmosphere of ambiguity and passion.

You unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest. I stroked your hair, inhaling its fragrance.

I don't know when it started, but your hands began to wander, caressing my genitals. I pressed my
face against yours and kissed your earlobe, and suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped on, and you moaned softly. Even your moans
were so enchanting.

And you, like a wildcat in heat, weren't satisfied with just unbuttoning my shirt and kissing my upper body;
you impatiently tried to unbuckle my belt. After I unbuckled it, I pulled down my trousers, and you playfully used your teeth to gently
bite my penis through my underwear, lightly licking it. I couldn't withstand such stimulation; my penis suddenly throbbed,
responding to your teasing.

You continued to pull down my underwear, gently licking the glans with your tongue, then taking the entire penis into your mouth.

My breathing became more rapid as I stroked your buttocks. After you took off your pants, you lay
beside calling out to my penis, your head bobbing up and down as you worked it. I stroked your mons pubis; oh my god, it
was already so wet, the juices flowing like a river. Did you want it as much as I did? You

took off your tight clothes, sat on me, and my penis slid into your honey pot in one go. I grabbed your
breasts with both hands, kneading, kissing, and gently biting them. You swayed your hips, moving up and down, in varying degrees of intensity.

Occasionally, passersby strolled by after dinner, their voices audible. Inside the car,
a passionate lovemaking scene unfolded, making everything even more thrilling.

It turned out that even a dream come true felt like a fantasy. It turned out that the early summer night could be so
decadent.

This was… our first meeting.

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