My Experience of Being Online-Traded as a Female Submissive [Chapter 5]

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Author: Avery Rain
After receiving the new phone from the "Hermit of No Form," I began a life of unbridled indulgence.
Every day at noon, "The Hermit Without Form" would send me a erotic novel, which I would secretly read in the school bathroom. These novels had different themes and left me in awe.
Each novel has its unique plot and atmosphere, from forbidden love in an ancient imperial court to passionate entanglement in a modern luxury hotel, and then to the bizarre experience of a futuristic science fiction world. I felt as if I had traveled through time and space, experiencing all sorts of emotions and desires.
On campus, I was the innocent girl having an affair with a handsome senior in a corner of the library; in the city, I was the sexy secretary exchanging flirtatious glances with her boss under the office desk; in the countryside, I was the pure-hearted girl entwined with the boy next door on a dark and windy night.
After reading the novels he sent me, I felt a profound change in my mind and body.
I began to understand my body better, and I no longer felt guilty about some of its reactions. Instead, I started to try to understand and accept them, and even try to experience the pleasure more directly. These novels awakened some primal desires deep within me, giving me an unprecedented sense of awe and emotion. I began to have a new expectation for "The Hermit Without Form," hoping that I could experience that kind of deep-seated pleasure with him.
"Tell me, how many girls have you corrupted by doing this?"
Do you really want to know?
Of course I want to.
Why do you want to?
This is where the question came in.
Actually, I don't know why I even asked this question. It's true, our relationship is very strange, I don't know how to describe it. I'm not sure if he likes me, and I'm not even sure if I like him. The only thing I'm sure of is that being with him brings me a lot of happiness I've never experienced before.
I think maybe I just want to know if I'm a special person in his life. He treats me this way, and I guess he treats others the same way. But I still hope that I can hold a unique place in his heart.
"I guess... you want to know your number..." This was the message the other party replied to while I was lost in thought.
You're annoying.
"Hmm... let me check... wait a minute... no. 9527 ..."
"Bullshit! I don't believe you!"
If I were number 9000 or so in line, I could only say that this old man has amazing stamina.
"Don't you like it? I thought it was your lucky number."
"Bullshit! Your lucky number is 9527. "
"Alright then, if you don't like it, let's go in order. Let me check."
I'm a little nervous.
“ 001 ”
I suddenly felt my heart pounding.
"I don't believe you!"
But I really ... felt very happy.
"Really, I'm not kidding."
"You're so innocent? An innocent man harassing underage girls online?"
"Haha, really. To be honest, I was bored those few days and threw away a lot of bottles. You were the only one who replied and added me."
"You mean I'm cheap ?"
"If this word gives you pleasure, then I can say that about you."
"maltose!"
"To be honest, I'm quite busy. If I hadn't been bored that time and read some posts online, and gotten carried away by my lust, I wouldn't have thrown the bottle away."
"real?"
"Hmm, why would I lie to you? I'm not in a relationship, I don't need to coax you."
To be honest, I felt a little disappointed when I saw that sentence, but I was also relieved.
Perhaps, a relationship without any emotional burden is actually a purer form of sex . It's like a man who, if he met a woman in a brothel who would make his heart flutter and whom he wanted to fall in love with, would definitely be devastated, right? If "The Hermit Without Form" were really going to date me, I'd have to hold hands, go shopping, explain things to my parents, and worry all the time about whether we could stay in love forever, whether we could get married... Just thinking about it makes me feel so troubled and horrified.
A simple relationship like this is more exciting, pure, and joyful.
"Then I accept the number 001. "
"Hmm, shall I make you a size 001 collar?"
"Get out! Maltose!"
We chatted casually for a while, and soon it was time for afternoon classes.
"By the way, my parents might not be home tonight," I said as the end of our midday chat.
"Oh, that's good. I happen to be free tonight."
See you tonight.
See you tonight.
I turned off my phone and rushed to the classroom. Only then did I realize that I had been squatting in the restroom for too long, and my legs were a little numb. It seems I should find a safe and comfortable place to chat in the future; always squatting in the toilet isn't a good idea.
The afternoon classes were physics and biology, two subjects I'm not very good at. I couldn't quite grasp the content in class. I have a knack for cramming before exams even when I don't understand something, so I don't really pay attention in class. I sat in the classroom, listening to the teacher's rambling, but my mind was already drifting to the evening.
Next, we had an elective dance class. I wore a tight-fitting dance outfit and swayed to the rhythm of the music under the teacher's guidance. The music teacher, Ms. Li, was a woman nearing 40 , but she maintained her skin and figure very well, looking like she was under 30. Ms. Li was very talented in dance, and she demanded precision in every movement we made. I tried to relax and focus on the dance, but actually, my anticipation for the evening had already made my nipples a little hard. They were slightly noticeable under the tight outfit, and the frequent movements rubbed against them, making me tremble slightly, and my lower body began to feel wet.
Fortunately, dance classes are only for girls; otherwise, this hazy spring light would have been a boon for countless lecherous men on campus.
Ms. Li seemed unfazed, only repeatedly reminding us to focus—focus on the music, focus on our bodies. Finally, the 45- minute dance class was over. I quickly changed my clothes, packed my bag, hid my phone, and rushed home.
"Darling, you're back?" Dad greeted me happily when I got home. "How's school?"
"Yes, everything's fine," I said with a smile. "Aren't you worried about how your own daughter is doing at school?"
"Alright, don't be arrogant. Study hard today so you can do well on the high school entrance exam and then Mom can help you get into a good school," Mom said with a smile. My mother's siblings all hold important positions in Yunmeng County, so even if I didn't do well on the exam, she could still get me into a decent high school. But Mom always felt that you can't rely solely on connections; you still need real ability.
Many people believe that the children of officials are spoiled brats. In fact, they have better family education and a higher starting point, and they are often able to grow into more outstanding talents.
"Daughter, Uncle Hu's family is treating Mom and Dad to dinner today, do you want to come along?"
Uncle Hu is a small business owner in Yunmeng County, dealing in building materials. After getting in touch with my mother through relatives and connections, he asked her to help him with a few things, and since then, he's frequently invited my parents to dinner. Uncle Hu has a son in high school who's a bit of a hoodlum and doesn't do well in school—the kind of person who's not very bright or knowledgeable, which I don't like. But every time Uncle Hu invites my parents to dinner, he always brings his son along, and his son always tries to get close to me, calling me "Little Yue Sister" all the time, which gives me goosebumps.
"No, no, I still need to study," I said, staring at my dad with my innocent big eyes.
"Never mind, our daughter doesn't like these kinds of occasions," Mom said to Dad, then winked at me.
Mom really knows her daughter best.
However, she probably only knows that I don't want to see "Brother Hu," but she doesn't know that I have an even more important appointment that night.
"Okay, then you study hard at home. Don't open the door to strangers before we come back, and be careful." After giving these instructions, Dad and Mom went out together.
I strained my ears, and as the distinctive sound of our car's accelerator faded into the distance, I knew: the moment of self-discovery had begun.
I took a thorough shower, put on some light makeup, changed into my pajamas, lay in bed, and turned on my phone.
"I am coming"
"The little slut is here."
Don't call me that.
"Does it feel good when I call you that?"
"...Yes...but I still feel uncomfortable..."
"I didn't call you 'little slut' out of disrespect, but rather to create a certain atmosphere and get you to try accepting it."
"...Yes...Master..."
"Very good, you little slut, your master is very satisfied. Are you ready?"
"Um……"
The "Formless Hermit" is right; such a title makes one feel somewhat demeaned, but that feeling of being demeaned almost instantly transforms into boundless pleasure. The sensation of being about to be insulted and ravaged sends shivers down one's spine.
"First, describe what you are wearing."
I was wearing a light , thin nightgown, which felt like a gentle summer breeze, cool and comfortable. The material was smooth, almost like it melted into my skin, and its soft color was like moonlight falling on a sunset—alluring and captivating .
I gently bit my lip and continued: " Underneath this thin nightgown, I wore an exquisite lace lingerie. It was my favorite piece; the lace was as soft as butterfly wings. Wearing it, I felt as if I were being gently wrapped in a delicate spiderweb, a feeling that was both tender and alluring. The color of this lace lingerie was pale, like dewdrops in the morning light, both fresh and mysterious."
"Take a picture and send it to me."
Although I had expected this, I still felt my cheeks burning. I went to the full-length mirror in the entryway, turned slightly to the side, and used my phone to cover my face, posing in an elegant S- shape.
I gently placed one hand on my waist, my legs slightly crossed, a posture that showcased the curves of my body while maintaining an air of elegance. The thin nightgown, reflected in the mirror, silently revealed its softness, while the lace lingerie, partially concealed by the nightgown, subtly conveyed a hint of provocation.
I sent the photos and received a reply very quickly.
"A rare beauty"
I blushed and replied to his message.
Want to see something better?
"Um"
"You can command me now. I belong to you tonight, and I'll do whatever you say."
The moment I sent that message, I felt my heart rate surge an octave higher, every pulse pounding wildly, my blood boiling instantly. My cheeks burned, yet my heart was filled with anticipation and nervousness. This was the first time I had expressed my desires so openly, and I hoped the "Formless Hermit" could sense my longing.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. The phone screen that met my eyes made me nervous. I didn't know what instructions he would give me. I was worried, but there was also a mixture of trepidation, excitement, and anticipation of the unknown. It was a subtle feeling brought on by pleasure. They kept telling me what I was looking forward to.
"You little slut, go find a quiet, comfortable place and sit down."
"good"
I went to the study at home, a place that was both private and comfortable, with a large full-length mirror, perfect for what was about to happen.
"I'm all better, Master..."
"Spread your thighs apart, forming an M- shape."
I obediently did as instructed, sitting quietly on the carpet in the study. In the quiet environment, only the sound of my heartbeat could be heard. I looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, and slowly spread my legs, forming an "M " shape. I adjusted the position of my nightgown, just enough to cover my private parts, but you could still vaguely see a wet " 1 " mark on my underwear.
I turned on my phone's flash, adjusted the angle to make sure my face wasn't visible in the photo, and then took the picture and sent it.
"So beautiful, take off your underwear."
"I don't……"
"Be good, take off your underwear."
"shame……"
"Do you get pleasure from making this demand of yourself?"
"Um……"
"Trust your master, what follows will surely bring you even more pleasure. Come on, take off your underwear."
"Master...I'm scared..."
"Don't be afraid, you are absolutely safe now. Feel your body's reactions, feel your feelings, feel shame, feel fear, feel the pleasure they bring you."
Seeing that I didn't use any safe words, the other person started to push their luck.
"Um……"
I gently pulled down my underwear, hanging it on my left calf, and then slowly opened my legs. My heart raced, and a feeling mixed with shame and anticipation welled up inside me.
In the full-length mirror, I could clearly see my vulva. That private place, usually hidden in the darkness, could no longer be concealed at this moment. It looked so small, so delicate, like a delicate little flower, its inner and outer labia full and plump, their color tender, slightly pink, adding to its allure.
The soft, downy edge, like shy eyelashes, adds a touch of mystery. The innermost part is even more delicate, pink, like a newly opened flower bud, glistening with dewdrops, trembling slightly with my breath.
I took a picture of my lower body in such a shameful M-shaped leg position and sent it to the other person.
"What a nice view"
"Next, use two fingers of your right hand to pry open your vulva and show me your hymen."

How outrageous!

But for some reason, I did not choose to resist. Instead, I bit my lip and obediently stroked my labia with my fingers.

My fingers gently slid between my legs, reaching that most secret place. Taking a deep breath, I gently parted my thighs with two fingers. The sensitive skin between my fingers brought a subtle sensation, sending a shiver down my spine. Following the slightly parted vaginal opening, I saw the world inside— this was the first time I had closely examined my hymen. The thin hymen, like a cherry blossom petal about to fall, was a young girl's most alluring, irresistible secret.
I took a close-up photo of my hymen and sent it to "Wuxiang," looking forward to his "training" of me.
[To be continued]

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