My first teacher

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My first encounter with 　　SM (original work by Xue'er)
was at No. 39 Mianhua Hutong, Dongcheng District, Beijing. There was a very small school there—the Central Academy of Drama. It was there that I first encountered SM. It happened in a very unusual environment 　　, something that seemed unbelievable at the time. This event awakened the sadistic desires that had always been dormant within me… 　　 One summer afternoon during my junior year, a few of us girls finished our physical education class in the rehearsal hall and were about to 　　go to the shower together. I had been holding my urine for the entire class, so I asked them to save me a locker 　　and hurried to the toilet. 　　 I have a habit of always going to the innermost stall. I reached out and pulled on the door, but it 　　was locked from the inside. I figured someone had already taken it. I opened the second stall, and because it was dimly lit, I didn't 　　bother to look closely at what was in the urinal before squatting down to urinate. Since my classmates had already gone to 　　the bathhouse to save me a locker, I pushed open the door and ran out as soon as I finished. 　　 As I ran down the stairs, I suddenly remembered that my shower supplies were hanging in the toilet, so I 　　turned back and ran upstairs. 　　 When I pushed open the women's restroom door again, the scene before me utterly stunned me: a man was bending over, 　　taking something out of the stall where I had just urinated. Hearing the door open, he turned around abruptly. 　　 Ah? Wasn't that our newly assigned teacher, the one who teaches our subject? I saw his face 　　turn ashen with shock, and he was holding a large glass jar almost completely 　　filled with my pale yellow urine. 　　 Shocked and embarrassed, I asked him first, "Mr./Ms. [Name], what are you doing here?" Mr./Ms. 　　 [Name], holding the jar full of my urine, stared at me in utter terror, speechless for a long time. 　　 Just then, I heard girls laughing and talking outside. I quickly pushed the stunned Mr./Ms. [Name] into the stall and 　　closed the door behind me. 　　 Sure enough, the girls came in. Because the school was small, and students from different departments generally knew each other, 　　I nervously greeted them and guiltily told them that the second stall was broken. It was as if I 　　had done something shameful. Of the three girls who came in, one named Xiaoying actually 　　needed to urinate, so she went into the third stall, while the other two girls waited for her outside. I awkwardly pretended to 　　wash my hands and rinse my slippers at the sink. A few minutes later, they left, chatting and laughing, so I hurriedly opened the second 　　squat toilet. There I saw Teacher X squatting, still holding the jar full of my urine, 　　staring blankly at me. In the near-dusk light, I saw an almost pleading look in his eyes 　　. I walked to the door of the second squat toilet, took the plastic bag hanging on the nail, and turned to leave. Just then 　　, I heard Teacher X's low, almost guttural voice from behind me: "Xue'er (forgive me for omitting her real name), 　　please forgive me, please let me go this time... I just want to drink your urine, I have no other intentions..." 　　 I was stunned by his sudden voice. I turned around and looked at his almost pleading eyes, a feeling of pity 　　welling up in my heart. 　　 So I pulled him up, snatched the canned food from his hand and threw it into the squat toilet, grabbed his clothes 　　and dragged him out of the women's restroom. 　　 At this moment, I heard girls' voices and footsteps coming from around the corner of the corridor, and I was really a little scared! 　　 I whispered to him, "Let's talk in your dormitory." 　　 So I went with him to his single dormitory. There were two single bunk beds in the dormitory. He told me that 　　another teacher rarely lived in the dormitory and mostly went home. I sat facing each other on the two beds, and 　　neither of us said a word for a long time. 　　 The air in the dormitory felt especially oppressive in the summer heat. 　　 To break the awkward silence, I spoke first: "Teacher X, aren't you hot? Why are you wearing a long- 　　sleeved shirt?" 　　 "No, no, I'm used to it..." he said, wiping his sweat as he bent down and pulled a 　　paper fan from under the bed, handing it to me. 　　 Actually, that day, for my dance class, I had deliberately worn only a tank top and floral shorts, 　　much less than usual, and I still felt incredibly hot. He, on the other hand, seemed to want to be completely wrapped in his clothes in front of me! 　　 Time passed slowly, and the sky gradually darkened. The shouts of the boys playing basketball outside the window 　　faded away; it was time for dinner in the cafeteria. I had completely forgotten about taking a shower 　　. 　　 I stood up and turned to turn on the light when I heard a thud behind me. I turned around and saw Teacher X 　　kneeling on the ground, pleading with me, "Xue'er, please don't turn on the light! I really didn't have any bad intentions, I 　　just wanted to drink your holy water, you know? I know you're in dance class... I've hidden 　　in the toilet waiting for you so many times but haven't been able to drink it... This time..." 　　 I looked down at him in shock, tears streaming from his eyes. 　　 I walked up to him awkwardly and asked, "Tell me, why did you steal and drink the girls' urine? Tell 　　me and I'll let you go." 　　 He stammered, "This time I could have drunk your holy water, but you broke it 　　... I'm so heartbroken..." He was incoherent, tears streaming down his face, recounting his 　　"thrilling" experience of stealing and drinking the girls' urine. 　　 I walked to the window, watching the pretty girls laughing and talking as they came out of the cafeteria in the twilight below, my heart 　　filled with indescribable emotions. Looking back at Mr. X kneeling on the ground in the dim light, I felt truly proud of my 　　female classmates, because our daily excrement had become 　　"holy water" in the eyes of some men (it was also the first time I heard the word "holy water" from him). From that moment on, I truly 　　realized the superiority of women and the inferiority of men. 　　 Mr. X continued kneeling on the ground, muttering his "adventures" and inner thoughts. I hardly 　　heard a word he said; thinking about what had happened that day, I didn't even want to eat dinner anymore. 　　 Suddenly, Mr. X crawled to my feet on his knees, looked up, and pleaded, "Xue'er, give your holy water..."

"Please, give me some to drink! I've been waiting for so long, please!"
I looked down at his pitiful expression, still somewhat puzzled, and asked softly, "You really want to drink it?"
He nodded earnestly, continuing to plead, "Please give it to me... please, Xue'er...
I really want to drink your holy water..."
Looking at the subservient expression on Teacher X's face, a subconscious sense of sadism surged within me.
So I mustered my courage and said to him, "Alright, do you want to drink it now?"
He almost excitedly begged me, "Queen, please give it to your slave now!"
"Queen? Slave?" This was the first time I had heard these terms from him.
"You are the Queen, and I am your most lowly slave!" He climbed to the bookshelf, retrieved his usual eating
bowl, and held it out to me with both hands.
"Please, Queen, urinate your holy water here!" "
Because it was hot, I drank a whole bottle of mineral water during class. Then I really felt the urge to pee again,
so I took his bowl and said to him, 'Turn your head away, don't look at me peeing.'
He turned his head, lowered his head to the ground, and whispered his thanks, 'Thank you for your grace, Queen!'
As my urine dripped into his bowl with a crisp thud, I saw his body
trembling as
he knelt at my feet, taking the bowl full of my urine, his eyes filled with gratitude.
I watched as he slowly brought the bowl to his mouth and drank it all, mouthful by mouthful.
I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing!—the urine that had been excreted from my body was being
completely drunk by this man at my feet!
...A sense of superiority I had never felt before slowly welled up inside me..."

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