Rope Love

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This conference trip was really unpleasant. The schedule was too tight, and the accommodations were terrible. The soundproofing was awful; every night the neighbors were yelling. Sound is a strange thing; sometimes things that sound pleasant now make me want to vomit.

Last night, I was woken up again by the noise. I turned on my computer and video-chatted with some friends, releasing some pent-up desire. If I went back to sleep, I wouldn't be able to get up this morning. When I woke up, it was almost noon. I quickly packed my things, checked out, and headed to the airport. The

airport shuttle was empty; it took a while before a young woman boarded. She was carrying a small suitcase and an LV bag. I didn't see her wearing makeup, but she still looked very pleasant. She was wearing a white top and blue jeans, the collar buttoned up tightly. Impeccable, I told myself.

Perhaps with the driver's permission, she placed her suitcase next to my seat. When she sat down, she glanced up, but didn't look at me. Damn, I've wasted my energy again.

Soon, I noticed something was off about her. The car's air conditioning was on full blast, but she seemed incredibly hot. I could even see beads of sweat under her nose. She must be wearing perfume, or maybe she's some kind of fragrant princess.

She was sitting very upright, while I was the complete opposite. I can't sit properly, especially with a beautiful woman next to me. Sitting like that, my dick really bothers me. I've never seen anyone sit so still, like a schoolchild.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated. I checked my pocket; it wasn't mine. A long time passed without anyone answering. I looked at the other people, instinctively wanting to see whose phone it was. But no one answered until the ringing stopped.

My hearing is unusually sensitive. Maybe it's the result of constantly listening to my neighbors moaning. Sometimes, I feel like I'm just reaping what I sow.

A minute later, the sound came again. This time, I was sure it was that girl calling, it had to be. But she didn't seem to know. I told her it sounded like her phone was ringing. A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but she calmly took a phone out of her bag, said it wasn't ringing, and thanked me.

It vibrated, then stopped.

Just as I was concentrating on catching the vibration, her phone rang. She still had her phone, so she answered quickly. She glanced at me, then said in a low voice, "Hello." Her voice

was crisp and youthful. The voice on the other end was a man's, deep and deep. He said, "How are you, little bitch?"

She said, "Um, I know." The man asked her again, "What do you know? Is there a Chinese person next to you?" She said, "Um." The man said, "Is he watching you?" She said, "Um." The man said, "Male or female?" She said, "Yes." The man said, "It's a man." She said, "Um."

If it were anyone else, even someone who understood Chinese, they would only hear "Um, um, um, yes, um, um." Who would have thought what was being said on the other end of the line? But I could hear it, and I continued to listen intently.

The man asked, "Did you feel it just now?" She said, "Yeah, about five times." The man asked, "Was it good?" She said, "Yeah." The man said, "Wait, I'll give you one more time." She said, "Okay."

That familiar vibration sound reached my ears again. I was sure it was coming from her.

The man asked, "Did it move?" She said, "Yeah." The man asked, "Is your pussy wet?" She said, "Yeah."

I understood. The phone was definitely on her. No, to be precise, inside her body.

Later, I heard the man saying some flirtatious things to the girl over the phone, and the girl's face became increasingly flushed. Seeing my gaze focused on her genitals, she didn't react or move. Perhaps she knew from my eyes that I had guessed something, or perhaps she simply didn't care about my thoughts; she didn't show any discomfort.

The man was her master; I could tell from their conversation.

After a while, he asked her if she remembered what they had talked about the night before. The girl paused, then slowly said she remembered, but she felt it was better not to. Then the man said it wasn't up to her to decide, and that he had already made his decision.

He then asked the girl, "Don't you have a Chinese guy there? What do you think of him?"

It seemed they were going to talk about me, though I didn't know why.

She said, "He's similar to you." She didn't look at me while speaking, so she acted as if it had nothing to do with me. If my hearing hadn't been so good, I wouldn't have known anyone was talking about me.

The man on the phone continued, "That's him, you know?"

The girl said no, that she didn't want that.

He firmly stated that he was still her master, and she needed to obey his orders. His next sentence made me understand what this had to do with me.

He said, "From now on, he's your new master."

I was so surprised I almost cried out.

The girl, almost crying, said, "How can that be? I don't even know him!"

The man said, "It doesn't matter if you don't know him. If he doesn't know how, you can teach him."

After a moment of silence... He continued, "You know I'm doing this for your own good. Our fate may truly be over. If I had to choose again, I would choose you."

The girl said, "You don't need to say anything, Master, I'll listen to you."

She paused, glanced at me, and knew I had heard her say "Master."

Then she continued to the man, "Please call me 'little bitch' one last time, okay?"

She was still looking at me as she said this. I knew she wasn't afraid of me hearing her anymore, and I knew she was ready for me to be her master. Although she didn't know if I was ready.

The man said, "Little bitch." The

girl said, "Goodbye." Then she hung up.

The girl put down the phone, looked at me, then turned back, and remained silent for a while. Suddenly, she turned around and said, "Almost at the airport, right?" I looked outside; a plane was landing in the sky. "We're really almost there," I said. "

Beautiful things don't last," I told myself. It seems my romantic encounter has come to an end.

She asked if I lived in this city, and I told her I was just here on a business trip, then gave her the name of my city. Then I asked her where she was going, and she told me she was also visiting a friend. Her city wasn't actually that far from mine, but she didn't tell me exactly where it was, so I didn't press her. However, I could roughly guess what it was. If my guess was correct, we'd arrive in about an hour.

After chatting for a while, the shuttle arrived at the airport. Since we were flying with the same airline, I went to check-in with her. Out of affection for her, I helped her with her suitcase; it was very light.

When we reached the front desk, I said it was nice meeting her and asked if we could exchange contact information. Actually, I felt that since we lived so close, we might have a chance to meet again in the future. I handed her my business card, but she took out a pen, wrote an MSN address on the back of my card, and smiled before giving it back.

She said, "Add me later."

Just then, I heard our airline staff say that many flights had been canceled that day, and we should inquire at the front desk for details.

Later I found out that both mine and hers had been canceled today.

I glanced at her and asked, "Can you still go back today?" She said, "Sigh, I probably can't."

I called my girlfriend and told her the plane couldn't take off. She asked if I could wait until I was on standby. I thought for a moment and said it seemed unlikely, then said a few more words and hung up.

After walking a few steps away, the girl was also on the phone, probably telling that guy, her master. A while later, we went to change our tickets together. The airline lady changed my flight to the early morning of the next day and gave me a coupon that could be used to find a hotel or order things from the Skymall on the plane.

After I finished, I waited for her. After she finished, I asked her for her phone number. I gave her the business card with her MSN on it again, watching her add her phone number. Suddenly, she crossed it out, wrote a new one, and handed it back to me. I looked at it and couldn't help but smile. She asked me what I was smiling about, and I said nothing, how about we go get lunch first?

On the way, I took out my phone and dialed a number—the one she'd crossed out—and waited for the connection. Sure enough, a few seconds after the ringtone, her body trembled slightly. Yes, that number belonged to the phone she was carrying. She slowed her pace and turned to look at me. Seeing me on the phone, she stopped and stood there. When the voicemail notification sounded, I hung up and put the phone in my pocket. I asked her why she hadn't moved, and she said she was waiting for me.

I said sorry, let's keep going. Then, my hand discreetly reached for the phone keypad in my pocket and dialed the same number again. After a few steps, her body trembled again. She steadied herself, trying to walk more gracefully. Perhaps the vibration between her legs made her sway.

Watching her gait, I couldn't help but chuckle. I teased her, saying, "You seem a little unsteady on your feet." Her face turned red, and she said it was nothing. After thinking for a moment, she said she needed to use the restroom first.

Thinking my prank was about to end, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But I still tried my best to help her find the airport signs, and finally spotted one a little further away. On the way to the restroom, I called three more times. Later, I felt she really couldn't take it anymore; I wondered if it was already overflowing.

After staying inside for a long time, she finally came out. I wanted to know what she had done.

As she walked up to me with a smile, my phone suddenly rang. When I took it out, the number on it startled me. When I looked up again, I found the girl staring at me, as if she could see right through me.

She said fiercely, "You're a bad person!"

Looking at her angry eyes, I wasn't afraid at all. She later said that my calmness had won her over. I just looked at the phone in her hand and said, "Why did you take it out?"

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "If I didn't take it out, some people would secretly try to make me unable to walk."

Looking at her grinning face, I felt a little guilty. Since things had come to this point, I had no choice but to put on a brave face. I held out my hand to her for her phone, and she handed it over blankly. I checked the call log, and sure enough, it was my number. She was quite clever; she dialed back immediately.

I held the phone to my nose and smelled it, then laughed at her, saying it didn't smell like much. After all, she was a girl. Feeling embarrassed, I took the phone back and put it in her handbag. Then she ignored me and started walking outside.

I hurriedly followed behind, trying to start a conversation, asking her what her name was. She turned her head and said, "Why should I tell you, you bad person?"

I said, "That would make me a bad person! Tell me your name, I can't just call you 'hi,' can I? How about 'shuttle girl'?"

I thought for a moment, if she really didn't tell me her name, should I call her "shuttle girl"? Or maybe "busgirl"? It sounds quite similar to an online friend's ID.

I called out to her, "Hi, busgirl." She turned around and said seriously, "Please don't call me that, okay?"

Seeing how serious she was, I shut up.

I thought we should go to the hotel first; it was near the airport, just a few minutes' shuttle ride away, and convenient for lunch. After telling her this idea, she agreed. So, a little while later, we arrived at the hotel. During lunch, I half-jokingly told her that when we checked in, two people sharing a room would be enough, so she could save her coupons to buy things on the plane. She said, "You're dreaming."

After lunch, we went to check in, but check-in was supposed to be at 3 pm, and it was only a little past 1 pm. Because it was so early, only one room was ready, and after the girl took that room, there wasn't one left for me.

She asked me what we planned to do, and I said, "Aren't you going to invite me to your room?" She said, "Okay then." We went upstairs, and I helped her carry her suitcase up.

There was only one large bed in the room.

She said she was going to take a shower. I laughed and said, "Yes, you should take a shower." In this little space just for the two of us, she wasn't so shy anymore. She chuckled, then found a few clothes, took them, and went into the bathroom. Later, she opened the door and said, "Don't come in and peek, okay?"

I wondered if that was seduction.

Actually, it probably wasn't, but because I wanted to find an excuse for my behavior, I convinced myself that this was her hint.

Two minutes after she went in, I pushed open the bathroom door.

The shower stall had a transparent glass door, so as soon as I entered, I could see her body in the shower. Steam swirled inside the door, enveloping her. Through the steam, I could see her curvaceous figure. Her breasts were firm and full. I could see her profile; there was no dark pubic hair on her lower abdomen, presumably it had been shaved off.

She said to me, "Why did you come in and peek at me while I was showering?" Her words were only coquettish, not angry.

I said, "I'm not peeking, I'm looking openly, just checking if you need my help."

She said, "I think you're the one who needs the service, you're such a hypocrite."

She called me out on it, and I was speechless. When you don't know what to say, don't talk, just act. I quickly took off my clothes, opened the glass door, and squeezed inside.

Although I squeezed in, the space inside wasn't small, but the girl, the one I called the busgirl, was standing right by the door, so I had to turn sideways to avoid bumping into her. But my little brother still touched her. She pretended to be angry and slapped it, sending a jolt through my brain. "

Let me help you apply shower gel," I said. I squeezed some shower gel onto my hands, rubbed them together, and then placed my hands on her back.

I felt her move slightly; I didn't know if it was because my movement was too sudden or because my hands were too cold. I guessed the former, so I told her not to move.

I could vaguely see some rope marks on her back, so I wiped along those marks with my hand.

I asked her if it hurt, and she said no.

I reached under her arm and gently placed my hand on her breast. Her nipples were erect, as if anticipating my arrival. After tracing my breast a few times, I provocatively pinched her nipple a few times.

She involuntarily moved, her upturned buttocks bumping against my penis, and I cried out.

She hurriedly apologized, asking if I had hurt her. Although it didn't hurt, I said yes, you hurt me.

She placed her hand on my penis, gently stroking it, saying, "Let me massage it for you."

My already erect penis swelled again under her ministrations, and I enjoyed her ministrations while caressing her breasts. She poured some shower gel on my penis, and I could feel her palms suddenly become very smooth. But the falling water quickly washed away the lubricant, leaving it feeling rough again. "

I want you," I whispered in her ear.

She smiled, then knelt down and took my penis into her mouth. My penis moved in and out of her mouth, and I closed my eyes, savoring the boundless pleasure. My heart soared, and suddenly I opened my eyes; I ejaculated.

Semen dripped from the corner of her mouth and onto the bathroom floor. Only after the semen slowly disappeared on the floor did she spit out my penis.

I pulled her to her feet and held her in my arms to express my gratitude. After a while, my hands began to caress her body again, finally stopping at her bare vulva. I gently rubbed it there, and she slumped against me with her back turned.

After we showered, we returned to the large bed. I picked her up and gently placed her on it. Her legs were slightly parted, revealing glimpses of her pink vulva, her sexy labia half-open. I couldn't resist kissing it there, savoring its deliciousness.

Slowly, she began to moan, and my penis rose again. I climbed on top of her and inserted my penis into her body, into that warm, wet vagina.

After a while of thrusting, I noticed her passion seemed to be cooling, so we changed to what I thought was the best position for her, letting her accept my ministrations like a little bitch. Looking at her white buttocks, I unconsciously slapped her, and unexpectedly she cried out. Her voice was clearly filled with excitement.

I remembered her experience as a female slave, so I asked her if she wanted me to continue. She nodded, but said no, no. After receiving the order, I started slapping her left and right, quickly leaving many marks on her buttocks.

Unfortunately, slowly, her passion began to cool again. I pulled my penis out of her and asked her how I could make her more excited. She thought for a moment and said it was because of her that she had lost interest in ordinary sex. She said I should try tying her up. She

told me she had rope in her suitcase, so I used that rope to tie her up. There were many times during the process, and I needed her guidance. She kept saying, "Tighter, tighter." Looking at the red rope digging deep into her skin, I really didn't dare to use any more force.

Then she told me she wanted to continue making love with me in the water. I liked the idea too.

When I filled the tub and pulled her in, she screamed excitedly. Later she told me the red rope tightened when it touched the water, which was why she felt constricted. She screamed loudly, and tears streamed down her face. She frantically used her vagina to stimulate my penis, and during her orgasm, I ejaculated again.

Later

, she told me her story. She said she came to this city to find her man and see him one last time. She didn't say why.

I told her that her master was going to hand her over to me. She was surprised that I knew. She said it was better not to; she needed to be trained herself, how could she train her?

She said she also wanted to see if she could go back to the days before she got involved in SM, but found it was impossible.

She said "busgirl" sounded awkward, but still told me her real name.

That night, we slept in the same room, and the extra coupons we had bought her a very pretty lamp.

She wanted me to study more so that I might be her boss in the future.

Shortly after returning from that business trip, my girlfriend graduated and found a job. Unfortunately, her job was in a southern city, meaning we'd have to be apart for a while. The day she received her offer, we celebrated together, but didn't discuss our future. I think we both knew our relationship hadn't reached the point where she needed to give up anything for me, or I needed to give up anything for her.

On the day she left, we were still very reluctant to part. I repeatedly reassured her that I would visit her often and we would meet again as soon as possible. Later, I gradually got used to life without her. Although we hadn't broken up, I wasn't too bothered by it anymore.

One night, it was very late, and I was bored, so I checked my MSN to see if any friends were still online. Because it was so late, I couldn't find anyone to bother, but I saw that busgirl was still online. Although I had a great time during that encounter, I always felt that my performance disappointed her, so I hadn't talked to her much. Since there was no one else around, I had to talk to her.

Wuyu says: Hi. Ling'er says: Hi. Wuyu says: How are you? Ling'er says: Fine, thank you. I'm sorry, but who are you? Wuyu says: Hehe, you really forgot, busgirl? Ling'er says: Ah, it's you! Hello. Wuyu says: Why aren't you asleep yet? Ling'er says: Don't call me busgirl, it sounds awful. Ling'er says: I'll go to sleep in a bit, why aren't you asleep either? Wuyu says: Okay, Miss Meng. Wuyu says: I'll call you Ling'er. Ling'er says: Okay. Ling'er says: Why did you remember me? Wuyu says: Yes, I haven't forgotten. I still remember your phone number. Wuyu says: I just don't know if that phone is still inside you. Ling'er says: Hehe, no. Wuyu says: Have you found a new owner? Ling'er says: No. Wuyu says: What about a boyfriend? Ling'er says: No. Wuyu says: Your expectations are too high. Ling'er says: Hehe. Wuyu says: Do you still keep in touch with him? Ling'er says: No, we just exchange a few words online sometimes. Wuyu says: I'm so sorry, he entrusted you to me, but I can't take care of you. Ling'er says: Hehe, it's okay. Wuyu says: But having sex with you is still very enjoyable. Ling'er says: Hehe. Ling'er says: I know you enjoy it.

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Ling'er says: By the way, I'm going to Boston next week. Wuyu says: Oh, really? That's great! Wuyu says: I'll treat you to dinner. Ling'er says: Really? I won't be polite! Ling'er says: Your girlfriend won't mind, will she? Wuyu says: She's already graduated and left. Ling'er says: Ah, Wuyu says: I'm alone now. Ling'er says: Oh, then I'll look for you then. Wuyu says: Okay, I'll pick you up. Ling'er says: Don't trouble yourself too much. Wuyu says: No trouble at all, it's convenient. Wuyu says: You can stay at my place if you want. Ling'er says: I've already booked the hotel, thank you. Wuyu says: You can cancel the booking. Wuyu says: Afraid I'll eat you up? Ling'er says: Hehe, afraid you can't eat me up. Ling'er says: That's a good idea, I'll try to cancel the hotel booking.

Ling'er says: Don't kick me out later. Wuyu says: I won't, haha.

Ling'er arrived in my city that Sunday afternoon by long-distance bus.

I was already waiting for her at the station when she got off. She saw me as soon as she came out, waved, and slowly walked over, pulling her suitcase. I walked towards her and took her suitcase. I didn't expect that she, who was only staying for three days, would bring such a big suitcase. I asked her what was in the suitcase that was so heavy, and she mysteriously said, "You'll find out when the time comes." As

we walked side by side to the parking lot, I looked her over. I complimented her on how pretty she looked lately, and I really meant it. She was wearing a black low-cut blouse and a black skirt, looking very chic and beautiful.

My house is quite close to the parking lot, only a 10-minute walk. On the way, I told her about my girlfriend, saying it was hard to predict whether she would be mine in the future. She comforted me, saying not to worry, what's meant to be will be. It was almost 6 PM, and there were many good Chinese restaurants near my place, so I asked her if she wanted to eat before going home. She said she was tired from the journey and wanted to go home first to shower and rest before eating, as she wasn't hungry yet. So we went straight to my place. She quickly looked around my apartment and said, "Why is the sofa so small? And there's only one bed. How are we supposed to sleep?" I laughed and told her we could sleep like last time. She said she was "on my boat." I thought to myself, even if it was a "pirate ship," she had boarded it willingly, but I didn't say it out loud.

She opened her suitcase and started looking for her clothes. She thought for a moment and then asked if she could buy some takeout. I said, "How could I? I wanted to treat you properly." She said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can take advantage of you tomorrow. I'm really tired today and don't want to go out." I said, "Okay, I'll go buy some in a bit and I should be back soon." After she made that arrangement, she took out a set of pajamas from her suitcase and said, "That way, I don't need to change." Then she took out a large bag, which turned out to be her toiletries. I said she really wasn't afraid of going to all that trouble, and she said that's the advantage of a car over a plane—of course she'd bring what she could. She was right; after my girlfriend left, all I had in the bathroom was my shampoo and a bar of soap.

As she took the things into the bathroom, she poked her hand out again and said, "Don't peek!" Haha, was that a way of tempting

me? In the end, I didn't peek because I knew the real show was yet to come, and I wanted to bring the takeout back as soon as possible. So I told her I was going out for a bit and would be right back.

When I came back, Ling'er had already finished showering and was wearing pajamas, tidying her clothes. When she saw me, she said she hadn't waited for me and had taken the liberty of using my wardrobe and hangers. I told her to just treat it like her own home.

I told her to start eating, but she said she wasn't really hungry. Seeing that she was still busy, I went to take a shower first to get ready, hehe. When I came out of the bathroom, she had also finished her work and was resting on the bed.

With a beautiful woman in my arms, I no longer felt hungry. I crawled to her side and embraced her. She cooperated, turning her head to kiss me. Our clothes were obviously superfluous and were quickly pulled off the bed. I touched her genitals; they were already wet. I found a condom, put it on, rolled over, and pressed myself against her, inserting my penis into her body. We made love passionately until we both reached orgasm simultaneously.

I held her close and said she seemed to have orgasmed too, even without the aid of SM. She said she hadn't done it since last time, so she was very eager.

We rested for a while, reheated the food, ate, and then lay back down on the bed. I held her against the headboard, listening to her tell some of her stories.

Later, the topic turned to SM again, and I brought it up again. She said, "It seems you're quite interested." She said she couldn't live without that feeling of dependence.

She said she wanted to bondage herself in front of me, her tone as if seeking my opinion. I didn't quite understand why she did this. She explained that she wanted to tie herself up tightly so that with me around, someone could rescue her in a pinch, and she would also feel a sense of belonging. I laughed and said, "Do you see me as your master?" She said, "I hope so, but you don't know how to be a master yet."

She took a long, soft white rope from the box. She said she had left the red rope at home.

She stood there, looking down at me, but didn't say anything. Just as I was wondering what was going on, a thought suddenly struck me—she probably wanted me to give an order. So I pretended to be serious and said, "You start now, tie yourself up properly!"

Unfortunately, after I said that, we both burst out laughing. For a while, the room was filled with our giggling.

She said, "Never mind, I'll do it myself. You just watch."

Ling'er took the rope, folded it in half, and then tied a knot a few centimeters from the fold. She draped the rope around her neck, with the knot conveniently at the back of her neck. She skillfully wrapped the rope around her arms several times, then put her hands behind her back. With one hand, she threaded one end of the rope through the knot behind her neck, then pulled it down. Then, as if by magic, her arms were intertwined. She looked around, then went to the door and tied the rope to the doorknob. Next, she leaned forward a few times to tighten the rope, tying both ends together. I had to admire

her skill. I asked her, "That's it? That was faster than when I tied you up!" She laughed and said, "That's because I was too clumsy." I was

taken aback. It seemed she really didn't consider me her master, otherwise she wouldn't have spoken to me like that.

It wasn't until later, when we brought this up, that she told me she was actually trying to find a way to provoke me. This is a fairly common technique in SM, but unfortunately, I was completely unaware of it at the time and hadn't considered it.

I asked, "So what's next?" She shook her head, showing a sense of helplessness, and then said, "Just leave it tied up like that."

I pointed to the bed beside me and told her to come and rest. If I had known even a little about SM, I probably would have told her to stay on the floor instead of the bed.

She happily got onto the bed, turned slightly to her side, and lay face down.

The room suddenly became quiet. I pulled a blanket over her.

Looking at her, I suddenly wanted to learn more about SM. So I picked up the computer and started searching for SM-related websites. I had read SM novels before, but only casually. Reading them again, I didn't find anything useful. One search result showed a female sub's personal experience, so I clicked to browse.

Ling'er just lay there quietly.

The person wrote a long piece, detailing her journey from entering SM to the present. I read it all in one go. In becoming a submissive, she said she found a sense of dependence, a sense of belonging. I thought, what's the point? Can't you find these feelings without SM?

Ling'er suddenly moved, then slowly raised her head to look at me. She said, "Can you help me untie this?"

Just as I was about to blurt out "yes," I stopped. I didn't agree, but instead asked her why she needed me to untie her. She hummed in response, but didn't answer.

I said, "Why aren't you answering me? You haven't been tied up for very long. I thought you were just sleeping."

She hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke. She said she needed to go to the toilet.

I chuckled inwardly. I used to play this game with my girlfriend. Once, when she needed to pee, I carried her to the toilet. Now that Ling'er needed to go, I could repeat the trick.

I said, "No, I won't untie you." Seeing her disbelieving look, I continued, "I have a way to solve your problem."

Before she could react, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. She suddenly realized what I was about to do and began to struggle, saying no.

I figured even if she weren't tied up, she wouldn't be able to break free, let alone now that she was. I held her legs, stood by the toilet, and said, "Okay, you can pee now."

Her face turned bright red; I could see her shame. Or perhaps she was holding it in, trying not to pee. I felt her breathing become increasingly rapid in my arms.

I started whistling softly…

and with a soft "hmm," she couldn't hold it in any longer, and urine gushed out. She closed her eyes, unwilling to think about her shame.

Sometimes, a small, unintentional event can change the course of a person's life. Some call this the butterfly effect.

Ling'er peed while I was holding her; she was too ashamed to look up or open her eyes, only letting out a soft "hmm." In that instant, I felt a strange sense of pleasure. I found this humiliation incredibly exciting. My biggest thought at that moment was to continue this feeling. I wanted it to continue until Ling'er came to beg me to let her go.

She only opened her eyes after she had finished urinating. Unexpectedly, she was facing a large mirror, and in the mirror, she was in my arms, her legs spread apart, her genitals completely exposed.

She quickly closed her eyes again, saying, "Put me down."

I didn't move, but instead commanded her to open her eyes.

She reluctantly opened her eyes a crack, secretly looking at her private parts.

I demanded she tell me what she saw. At first, she said she saw nothing, but after my insistence, she named it, using many different names, including some very vulgar ones.

I praised her for doing well, and she closed her eyes again. I saw a tear in the corner of her eye. I thought I might have gone too far, so I carried her back and put her on the bed. I asked her if I had hurt her, but she didn't answer. I could tell she was hesitant, feeling both humiliated and secretly pleased. Finally, she shook her head, indicating it was alright.

I asked her if she could continue being tied up, and she said yes. I remembered an important thing in SM: the safe word. I couldn't remember which movie I'd seen it in, but it was definitely a very reasonable and useful method. I told her about it and had her choose one. A cell phone—that was the word she chose.

With this protection, I felt I could do more. Anyway, she could refuse whenever she didn't want to.

I told her I was going to open her suitcase so I could pick out some toys to play with her.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, I opened the suitcase. There were quite a few things inside. What should I play with first? I picked up a whip, instinctively hitting my hand—it hurt!—and put it back. I felt Ling'er watching me, and she seemed to find my action amusing and laughed. I turned around and found her indeed lying there, giggling. I picked up the whip again, pretending to hit her, and said, "You dare laugh?" and ordered her to stick her butt out.

Ling'er obediently stuck her butt out, and I smacked it once. I didn't dare use too much force, wanting to see her reaction first. She groaned and twisted her buttocks. I guessed she felt it wasn't enough, so I hit her a little harder, and her groan became louder. I felt there was very little pain in her groans; I even suspected she was faking it. But, faint red finger marks were already left on her buttocks.

I stopped hitting her, no longer wanting to be so harsh. She stopped twisting her buttocks and groaning. When I touched the red marks, she understood why I had stopped. She was smart; she didn't speak, but used a way to tell me she was alright. She lay back down on the bed,

defiantly showing me that she wasn't hurt and that she craved more handprints.

I ordered her to stick her butt out again and continued to slap her buttocks. Her voice grew louder and louder. If I hadn't suddenly remembered we had a safe word, I really would have stopped again.

After a while, she started begging me to stop. I asked her if she dared to laugh at me again, and she obediently said she wouldn't, and wouldn't do it again. As she spoke, I noticed that she was already very wet down there.

I couldn't help but kneel behind her and insert my still-erect penis into Ling'er's body. She let out a satisfied moan, and then began to groan and moan with my movements.

I grabbed the rope binding her and pulled her head off the bed. After a series of intense thrusts, I ejaculated again.

I put her down and untied the rope. She rolled over and lay down, then shook her arms. Looking at the marks on her arms, I felt a pang of guilt, so I slowly but firmly massaged her arms, hoping they would disappear quickly.

Looking back, I think this should be considered the earliest instance of discipline. To be precise, I completed this brief period of discipline under Ling'er's guidance.

The next morning, I was jolted awake by a loud alarm clock. I quickly turned it off because Ling'er was still asleep, and I wanted her to sleep a little longer. Her head was still resting on my other arm, so I couldn't get out of bed immediately.

This was the second time I'd woken up in the morning to find Ling'er lying in my arms. I sighed at the vicissitudes of life, the cruel twist of fate. Who orchestrated all this? Was it destiny, or Ling'er's former master? Thinking of that man, a little gratitude welled up inside me, but it was quickly washed away by my disdain, incomprehension, jealousy, and anger.

So what kind of feelings did Ling'er have for me? Was she truly fulfilling a task left to her by her master, or rather, her former master? If so, it would be easier to understand, but that was something I desperately didn't want to accept.

I gave a bitter smile. What could I do if I didn't want to accept it? Had I started to like her?

At that moment, another thought suddenly popped into my head. Had I started to want to possess her?

I had never wanted to control anyone or make anyone submit to me before. But during a game last night, I felt a sense of conquest, and it suddenly made me realize my own worth. Ling'er seemed so helpless and pitiful. Several times I couldn't help but want to tell her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you."

But I know I never said it even once. Not only did I not tell her these things, but I also continued to torture her buttocks and humiliate her mentally.

Why?

Ling'er suddenly opened her eyes, looked at me, and smiled.

Her smile interrupted my thoughts. Her smile was so beautiful.

I hugged her tighter to relax my slightly numb arms, and at the same time, I placed my hand on her full breasts. She gave a soft hum, then took my hand away and said, "Don't touch me anymore, didn't you get enough yesterday?"

I almost blurted out, "No, I'll never get enough." After saying that, I was surprised at how smoothly I had spoken.

She said, "I slept so well." She stretched and said it was time to get up.

With a beauty in my arms, I didn't want to let her go, but remembering the madness of last night, a sense of chivalry overcame my desire. I released her.

I insisted on checking her buttocks. The red finger marks were still faintly visible.

I asked if it still hurt, and she said it still did. I hurriedly asked if I had hit her too hard, and she thought for a moment and said, "You're really cruel." Naively, I thought that simply spanking her wouldn't cause her much pain. I overlooked the fact that sometimes the simplest method is the most effective. Without any other tools, I had tormented her so much with my hands. Her groans were genuine.

I rubbed her buttocks, hoping to find an excuse to convince myself that I hadn't done anything wrong, but I couldn't find one.

Finally, Ling'er said, "Okay, it's alright now, thank you, we really should get up."

When I had finished work and was about to leave, I called Ling'er to tell her I was going to pick her up. She told me on the phone that it wasn't necessary; she had already taken the bus back and was browsing the shops near our house. When I found her there, she was carrying several bags and said she had bought some things to cook for herself. I couldn't convince her to go to a restaurant, so we went home together.

Ling'er's cooking was really good. Even though I kept sexually harassing her in the kitchen, she calmly finished cooking. We had some drinks and enjoyed a delicious meal.

While she turned on her computer to organize her work, I watched her. Her focused expression was captivating.

When I turned to look at her screen, I noticed a little penguin flashing in the lower right corner, so I reminded her that someone had messaged her. Without turning around, she said she'd talk to me later, that she needed to organize her work first. However, as I left, I noticed she glanced back at me, checked the message, and immediately closed it. It seemed she had some secret she didn't want me to know. That's okay, I understand.

Before going to sleep that night, I picked up a black cloth to blindfold her, and she agreed without saying anything.

I told her to lie face down on the bed like the night before, with her buttocks raised high. I asked her if her buttocks still hurt, and she said they didn't. I touched her round buttocks a few times and told her to get ready for a new round of tests. She didn't say anything, but I could feel her body tense up. I said I'd count to three, and then it would begin.

After the countdown started, I didn't spank her buttocks, but instead kissed her genitals. With her buttocks raised high, her genitals were completely exposed. Just as she was focusing on her buttocks preparing for the spanking, her genitals were suddenly kissed by my lips and tongue. She gasped in surprise. I held her buttocks and gave her oral sex while saying that I had hurt her too much yesterday, and I was making it up to her today; and also thanking her for the food. I told her to enjoy my service.

After yesterday's madness, I knew I didn't know anything about SM techniques. So before I was ready, I didn't want to, and dared not, subject Ling'er to any further discipline. However, when I blindfolded her, I still frightened her.

When her floodwaters rose, I removed the blindfold and told her my true thoughts.

She laughed and straddled me, saying, "Then you can't control me today, so I can punish you!"

And that's how she punished me.

After the storm, I told her I wanted to learn more about SM techniques. She said, "Are you really going to be a Dom?" I said, "I want to be a good Dom." She hugged me after hearing that; I think she was a little moved.

That day, she explained a lot about SM to me and showed me the toys in her box. I asked her how quick I was to learn, and she said, "Very good! You learn pretty fast!" I joked, "If I combined it with practice, practicing on you, wouldn't it be even faster?" She seriously considered how to answer my question. Seeing her frightened expression, I could only tell her I was joking, that I couldn't bear to do it, and that I was afraid of causing unnecessary harm.

Later, I said, "How about I start by learning with rope?" I felt rope was the simplest and least dangerous method. She smiled and said, "Binding is indeed the most basic, but don't underestimate it. Do you know how many ways there are to bind someone?" She asked me to guess, but I couldn't. She told me, "You know, there are over 20 commonly used methods." I asked in surprise, "How can there be so many?" I

said, "Then what's the name of the self-binding you did yesterday?" She said, "That's called 'Five-Flower Binding,' I'm sure you've heard of it since you were little." I said, "Oh, that's how it is. What else is there?"

Then she took out her computer, opened some pictures of binding, and explained them to me one by one.

Simple ropes and the body, in various poses, were magically combined to create all sorts of beautiful forms.

In the blink of an eye, Ling'er's work here had only one day left. When I took Ling'er to work in the morning, I specifically told her not to wander around at night and to wait for me to pick her up. I told her I absolutely had to treat her to dinner that night, otherwise I'd be a terrible "host." Seeing her puzzled look, I quickly explained that "host" meant "hospitality," and she finally said "oh," and agreed to wait for me after work.

I asked her if she really didn't want me to be her "master," and she replied that she didn't want to right now. She added that she already considered herself my submissive.

Ling'er's words were enough. I told her I was happy to be her dominant, and that she would be my only submissive. She said it was too early to say "only," but she was still willing to listen.

After picking her up from school that evening, I had her change into a skirt before going to the restaurant. I originally wanted her not to wear underwear, but I realized that if I were to insert a vibrator into her vagina, it would be better to have underwear covering it, so I picked out a very sexy pair for her to wear.

I preferred these kinds of games that psychologically humiliated her back then because at least they wouldn't hurt her physically, and I really enjoyed watching her blush.

In the restaurant, we found a quiet corner to sit down. When the waiter came to take our order, I gestured for Ling'er to turn on the vibrator. I pretended to look at the menu intently and asked some questions, but what I was really concerned about was her reaction. I felt her body suddenly shudder, and she quickly shifted her gaze to the menu, no longer daring to look up. I found an opportunity to turn the question to her, asking what she wanted to eat, and she had no choice but to awkwardly talk to me and the waiter. I could see her face getting redder and redder, while the waiter, clueless, asked her if the air conditioning was too hot and if she wanted some ice water.

After the waiter left, I smiled and told her that the waiter was very attentive to her.

She whispered that she couldn't take it anymore. I deliberately asked what was wrong, and she said that her lower body was incredibly itchy, and it felt like a lot of fluid was coming out. I secretly touched it there, and sure enough, it was wet.

After a while, she begged me to stop. I thought for a moment and said that was fine, but she needed to take the vibrator out here and take off her underwear for me. She considered it for a moment, perhaps because the vibrator was too uncomfortable down there, and then agreed to my suggestion. She secretly took off her panties and handed them to me. I glanced at them; they were still covered in a lot of clear fluid. She gently removed the vibrator and put it in her bag.

We had a very enjoyable meal. I would occasionally touch her genitals, sometimes even sticking my fingers inside, making her blush. When we were leaving, I could see a little water stain on the chair she had sat on. Back home, we couldn't wait and made love in the shower.

Later, I asked her to practice bondage with me. We tried many styles, both Japanese and European, and my skills improved significantly. She told me not to worry too much about the techniques; skillful technique was good, but the feeling was important. What she liked about me was my care and protection, even when I was torturing her, I was always thinking of her, so she was happy. "As long as you're happy," I said.

But I still hoped to learn more. I felt that if the punishment method was too monotonous, it would be difficult to give her a sense of novelty, and therefore, not much fear.

In the end, I tried dripping wax. I knew that the wax was a little cooler, and I tested it on the back of my hand before using it on her. She liked it, but a few times when it dripped onto her genitals, she cried out in pain.

The next day, Ling'er left. She left very reluctantly, and I also hoped she could stay a few more days. I didn't tell her that I would miss her, probably to pretend to be a sadist, but I knew I would think about her often.

I put a condom on her phone, inserted it into her body, and told her to take it out after 10 vibrations. Later, she told me that after she got on the bus and left, she felt a lot of fluid coming out when it vibrated 10 times. She was about to take it out, but a man next to her seemed to be staring at her, so she waited a little longer, and then it vibrated a few more times. She found an opportunity to pull her underwear aside under her skirt and take out her phone. When she finally answered the phone, I pretended to be angry and asked, "Didn't we agree on 10 times? You're already disobeying me as soon as you left. Go back and prepare to be punished."

After Ling'er left, my SM knowledge improved day by day through studying and online BDSM with her.

Several days later, my girlfriend called to break up with me. She had a new love, she said. Although I knew this day would come sooner or later, I still got myself drunk that night. I told her to come back and take her things when she had time.

That night, I sent messages to Ling'er online, one after another, but she was offline. The most frequent message was "I miss you."

When I woke up the next day, I found her reply. Although it wasn't long, she had sent a message every 10 minutes since the previous night. I greeted her, who was still online, and she said, "You finally came." She knew something was wrong when she saw my messages, but no one answered my calls, so she waited for me online all night.

I felt that long-lost happiness again.

I said, "Thank you, little slave."

A minute later, she addressed me with that title for the first time, saying, "It's good that Master is alright."

...

The day before Thanksgiving, I was chatting with Ling'er on the computer again.

Wuyu: Was my little slave good today? Ling'er: Yes, Master. Wuyu: Did you do what I asked you to do? Ling'er: Yes. Wuyu: How did you do it? Tell me. Ling'er: I did it exactly as Master instructed. When I got off work, I took off my underwear. Later on the subway, I sat opposite a man and let him admire what was under my skirt. Wuyu: Hehe, well done. I'll reward you when you come tomorrow. Ling'er: Thank you, Master. Ling'er: I want to ask Master something, I hope Master won't be angry. Wuyu: Okay, ask first. Ling'er: Why did Master allow others to see my lower body? Wuyu: Because you are my slave, you only need to obey my orders. Speechless: Let me put it this way, this is the only way to prove you're mine, understand? Ling'er: Oh. Speechless: What were you thinking when he looked at you? Ling'er: I felt so cheap, Master. Speechless: That's the real you. Speechless: Do you have any boiled eggs at home? Ling'er: No. Speechless: Go look in the refrigerator yourself, see if there's anything you can put down there, hurry up. Ling'er: Okay, Master. Ling'er: Found grapes, Master. Speechless: Okay, then put them in one by one. Speechless: Hmm, very good, I see you've already put in 5, you can really eat a lot. Speechless: Wait, why did you spit one out? Ling'er: I ate too much, Master, hehe. Speechless: No! So stupid, slap yourself twice. Speechless: Not enough, go tie yourself up. Okay, Master.

In the video, Ling'er found a rope and started tying herself up. I suddenly realized she'd made a mistake at the end; she'd tied a knot that was impossible to untie unless the rope was cut with a knife. I asked her on MSN if she had a knife, and she finally snapped out of it. This time, she'd also tied her legs up, so she couldn't go to the kitchen to get a knife, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to reach it.

I calmed myself down and told her not to worry, I'd drive to her right away. She shook her head and then nodded helplessly.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and rushed to the car.

After a two-hour drive, I finally arrived at Ling'er's house. Only then did I start thinking about how to get in. Just as I was about to call the police, I realized I'd forgotten my phone, and not wanting to alert the police, I abandoned that idea.

I knocked twice, but there was no response. Ling'er must still be in the bedroom. In desperation, I found a rock, broke a window, and jumped in.

I opened the bedroom door, and Ling'er, lying on the floor, burst into tears as soon as she saw me. I ran over and picked her up. Without even untying the ropes, I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and cut them. She loosened her arms and swayed, then threw herself into my arms and cried again. I grabbed a blanket, wrapped her in it, and gently comforted her.

I don't know how long she cried, but then I heard a police siren outside, followed by a knock at the door. The neighbor saw me come in through the window and called the police. I hurriedly told Ling'er to find some clothes to wear. In her haste, she grabbed a semi-transparent nightgown and put it on before opening the door.

The policeman stared at her body for a moment, swallowed hard, and began explaining his purpose. Ling'er said everything was safe and showed me her identification. I also showed him my identification, and he left. I saw him wink at me as he left, implying I was in for a treat.

I started by asking Ling'er if she knew she was wrong, making her explain what she had done wrong. She said it was because of her foolishness that her master had rushed to rescue her, but her tone was full of joy. "

And what else?" I asked her. Without waiting for her answer, I continued, "Are you dressed like this to impress the police?"

She hurriedly said, "I know

I was wrong. I was in a hurry and just grabbed any clothes..." I told her to bring her collar, put it on her, put the chain on, and then dragged her around the ground a few times as punishment for her mistake. While she was crawling, she laid several grapes like eggs, which I picked up and put in her mouth. I don't remember how long she cried out under my whipping, but I remember her kneeling there giving me oral sex, and I ejaculated on her face.

Finally, I took her to the bathroom to wash away the filth and mental exhaustion. She fell asleep in my arms like a puppy.

When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. Our original plan was for her to come to my place, and then I would take her to a party. So we quickly made some preparations and drove back. On the way back, I asked her to masturbate for me. She did it without hesitation, bringing herself to orgasm before falling asleep in her seat.

When we got home, I parked the car and woke her up. I told her I had a task for her. I took out a pair of nipple clamps and told her to take off her bra and clamp them onto her nipples before getting out of the car. The clamps were tight, so I reminded her that she needed to open the door with her key as soon as possible so she could take them off once inside.

After Ling'er did as she was told, I gave her the key. I could tell she was in pain, so she quickly ran to the door. I followed her and saw her turn the doorknob, turn around with a smile and tell me, "You forgot to lock the door," before going inside.

I followed her inside and saw Ling'er unbutton her shirt and pout as she removed the nipple clamps. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, and my girlfriend came out. The three of us stood there, silent.

"Oh, let me introduce you," I finally said. "This is Gao Yun, and this is Yue Ling."

Ling'er then pulled at her clothes to cover her chest, her eyes asking me what to do. I gestured for her to go to the bedroom first,

leaving my ex-girlfriend and me in the living room. "My new girlfriend," she asked. Not knowing how to answer, I asked why she hadn't told me she was coming. She said she only decided to come last night, and when she called me, no one answered. Pointing to her phone on the table, she said, "You forgot it here, so I came straight back."

She said she was back. I wondered if this was still her home.

I said, "Oh, I see." "Are you planning to stay here for a couple of days? Where's your boyfriend?"

She said they broke up, so she was alone now. She said she didn't know I had a girlfriend again, so she had originally planned to stay, but since someone was here, she would pack her things and leave. She told me she had something to say to the girl named Yue Ling alone, and then went into the bedroom.

When Gao Yun came out, she was carrying a suitcase. "It's all here," she said. "I'm leaving now. Give me a hug." I slowly opened my arms, and she slowly walked in. She lifted her foot and kissed me on the cheek, then opened the door and left. I offered to see her off, but she waved and said it wasn't necessary.

I went into the bedroom, smiled at Ling'er, and explained that I hadn't expected what happened earlier and that I was sorry for embarrassing her. She looked up at me and said it was okay. She said she didn't want to go to the party anymore and would cook for me instead. Seeing her insistence, I agreed.

That night, after we got into bed, she leaned against me and said she felt Gao Yun still loved me and wanted me to go see her. I glanced at her and said that was impossible. Unexpectedly, she kept bringing it up, so I said if she kept talking about it, I wouldn't blame her for being impolite. As a result, I taped her mouth shut.

She started hitting me with her hands, but I tied her hands. She kicked me, but I tied her feet.

I tortured her body in various ways, and she started to cry. I tried to stop, but she shook her head. I asked her if she remembered the "safe word," a line from our favorite song, and she nodded.

As usual, I untied her, bathed her, and massaged her; she fell asleep peacefully.

In my dream, I saw Ling'er tying me up. When I woke up, she was gone.

I found a letter she had written to me on the table.

"Master, this is the last time I will call you that. I was very happy with you, Master; I felt your care every moment. You are the best.

I'm sorry, Master; I'm going back to my former master. He entrusted me to you, and now I must heed his call. You were able to eat my cooking yesterday, fulfilling my last wish. Please forgive me.

Yours truly."

I searched frantically everywhere, but couldn't find any trace of her. I called her, but no one answered.

I should have known. If she hadn't been so subservient to that man, how could she have slept with me the very day we met? How could she have willingly become my submissive?

The Sunday after Thanksgiving, when Gao Yun called me, I was still lying in bed. After Ling'er left, the world felt empty. I'd even forgotten that Gao Yun was still in this city. She asked if I was free, because she wanted to take the painting from the living room. I told her she could come and get it anytime. It was a photo we took when we went to Niagara Falls. She liked it so much that she enlarged it and hung it in the living room.

I didn't hear Gao Yun knock on the door. This was indeed strange for someone with exceptional hearing like me. She opened the door herself, came to my bedside, and asked how long it had been since I'd eaten.

She said she'd make me some noodles.

I went to the living room, quietly looking at the photo of the falls, thinking about the past, and suddenly felt like I was in a dream.

I said, "Time flies. We went four years ago, right?"

She said, "If you like it, you can keep it." I shook my head.

She said how much better it would have been if she hadn't left the city. I turned my head to look at her face, but my gaze fell on the wall behind her. It was empty.

She came over and pulled my head into her arms.

Everyone was busy preparing for Christmas, the festive atmosphere was everywhere. Everyone looked happy.

After Ling'er left me, I left that world of SM. It didn't belong to me. I thought, Ling'er should be doing well now. My ex-girlfriend's timely appearance after Ling'er left played a role in helping me get out of SM. We slowly started calling each other again, greeting and caring for each other, as if there was a chance to mend our broken relationship.

Gao Yun took leave a few days early and came back for Christmas. When I went to work, she would tidy up my room at home, even more virtuous than before. But at night, she acted more like a slut. I was content with her gentleness and wildness, and the time I spent thinking about Ling'er each day was getting shorter and shorter.

One day, just as I was about to leave work, Gao Yun called to urge me to go home, mysteriously saying she had a surprise for me that night. I returned home full of anticipation and saw her wearing a pink nurse's uniform, which I could tell was bare underneath. The fabric at the front of her clothes revealed two small, protruding balls supported by her nipples, and the hem of the clothes was so short that one could easily sense the allure of the black fabric underneath.

I licked my lips, pretending to pounce on her. She lightly jumped aside, telling me to take a shower first, that something even more exciting awaited me.

I quickly rinsed myself in the bathroom and jumped out. Gao Yun hid by the bed, looking at me seductively. "Wait a minute," she said, "look what I've prepared for you." As she spoke, she pointed to a bag on the bedside table.

I went over and opened the bag to see what was inside. Ropes, candles, nipple clamps, a whip, a gag, an enema kit—I was stunned by what I saw. The distant scenes of my past suddenly returned to my mind, so suddenly that I felt my head was about to explode.

A nameless fear welled up inside me.

I turned back to Gao Yun and slowly said, "You knew all along that I liked SM."

Her body seemed to be struck by my cold tone; she nodded slightly.

I continued, my tone unusually calm, while simultaneously questioning myself: "When did you find out? I believe I've never mentioned anything about SM to you, right? So how did you find out? It couldn't have been her who told you, because there are some things in the bag that I wouldn't use. When did you discover it yourself?"

She tried to come closer, but I stopped her.

I searched my memory. I remembered the night I went to rescue Ling'er, when I hadn't closed MSN. I hadn't expected anyone to come in, and Gao Yun must have known everything then. Ling'er, Ling'er disappeared suddenly after that. I thought about her unusual behavior during my last training session with Ling'er.

I asked Gao Yun, "You knew about our relationship before you saw Yue Ling, right? But you acted like nothing was wrong. What did you say to her?"

Gao Yun came over, took my hand, and said, "For you, I'm willing. What she could do, I can do too."

I was almost certain there was more to Ling'er's departure than met the eye. I told Gao Yun, "You don't have to tell me, but I still need to find out." I put on the clothes I had just taken off, still warm from my body, and prepared to go ask Ling'er in person what had happened. Gao Yun called after me, and I turned around, apologized to her, and left.

On the way, I found a public phone and called Ling'er. I heard her voice again. I told her to wait for me at home, that I was coming to see her now.

...

Later, I finally learned what had happened from Ling'er's diary that day.

"...The first time I saw Master's ex-girlfriend, I understood why he was so heartbroken when they broke up. She was prettier than me, and had such a good temperament...I heard her ask Master in the bedroom if I was his girlfriend, but Master avoided the topic...She came in and told me that she knew we were playing SM and wanted me to leave Master...She told me, how could a submissive like a dominant...I don't want to be a slave, I want to be Master's girlfriend..."

...

I slowly took off Ling'er's clothes and gently cupped her breasts in my hands. Under my kneading, her nipples grew larger. I took out a thin red thread and tied it to her nipple. I led her until she sat on the edge of the bed. I slipped a ring onto the red thread of my hand and let it slowly slide down. Looking at her surprised eyes, I asked her, "Ling'er, will you marry me?"

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