Female teacher SM me

On a friend's recommendation, I came to Xiamen University and rented a single room. This room, originally a graduate student dormitory, had been converted into a small hotel for rent. The facilities were very old and run-down. The only exciting thing was that the hallways were always filled with all sorts of men's and women's clothing, often including various women's stockings, underwear, and bras. When I had nothing to do, I would wander around the building, pick out a few pairs of stockings to take back to my room for masturbation, and then hang the semen-stained stockings back outside other people's dorm rooms.

I found a job as an English teacher in Xiamen, and every day I would take the bus from my dormitory to school to teach. Most of the girls in Xiamen are stunning from behind—perfect figures, slender legs, and black hair—but from the front, they're a bit awkward. However, among this group of not-so-pretty girls, I recognized a familiar face: Mia. When I saw Mia sitting below listening to the lecture, I wondered if I was hallucinating. Later, it turned out that the girl wasn't a hallucination, but a girl who looked extremely similar to Mia.

That night, on the bus back to the dorm, the girl's image kept flashing through my mind. I tried my best to imagine her as Mia, and suddenly, my heart ached as if it were being stabbed.

I took the initiative to ask the girl for her contact information and invited her to dinner, expressing my admiration, but I didn't tell her about Mia. She readily accepted my pursuit, and we dated for about a week. During that week, I tried my best to imagine her as Mia, but by the seventh day, I couldn't continue the act. Just as I was about to text her, I received her breakup text. She told me that she could tell I didn't truly like her and asked if she looked like someone she had once loved. A

woman's intuition is truly amazing, and also terrifying.

If everyone has a script in God's hands, then mine must be full of romantic encounters and love affairs.

Just three days before I left Xiamen, a female colleague hooked up with me.

Here's what happened: Every day during my lunch break, I would sit and rest in an office. There weren't many people in this office; they were mostly full-time English teachers, and almost all of them were women. I hadn't paid attention to the group of young women walking around me during my break, but that day, I inexplicably clicked with a female teacher. I was eating my lunchbox when she came over and sat next to me. She was wearing a dress and ordinary high-heeled sandals; her looks and figure were average. We chatted awkwardly for a while, and I suddenly mentioned that I'd been in Xiamen for so long but never had a chance to swim in the sea. She said the seawater in Xiamen was too dirty and recommended a nearby spa if I wanted to swim. We exchanged contact information.

After work that day, I texted her, asking if she wanted to go swimming together. She said she wasn't very good at swimming, and I offered to teach her, which she readily agreed to. The next afternoon, right after class, I met her at the spa entrance. After we went inside, she came out in a sexy bikini. I took her hand, and we lay down together in the spa area for a while. Then, we went to the pool area, and I supported her body as I taught her to swim. Our bodies were constantly touching and colliding. During this process, I don't know how many times I touched her buttocks, genitals, and breasts, and I even forgot whether it was unintentional or deliberate. She didn't seem to care at all, and spent the entire swim happily.

That night, I reminisced about our intimacy and texted her. After chatting for a while, the conversation quickly spiraled out of control. I forget whether it was her or me who steered the conversation towards BDSM. She told me that she liked to train male submissives, liked younger men, and had many sex slaves, but mostly through online training. I asked her if she could give me a full-on training session before I left Xiamen. She said yes, but without a whip or any tools. I said I just wanted to experience it, nothing too professional. Her tone suddenly became stern, and she told me: "Book a hotel right now, take off all your clothes, and wait for me in the room."

I still remember the name of the hotel: Minjiang Grand Hotel, five-star suite. After entering the room, I took a bottle of red wine from the refrigerator, poured it into two glasses, and waited quietly for her. Around 11 PM, she finally told me she was on her way. My heart pounded; the unknown excitement thrilled me. I rehearsed all the things I could do with her in my mind, awaiting the arrival of the queen.

That night, I waited very late for her arrival. She seemed a little rushed when she entered, saying she had just finished some things. I handed her a glass of red wine to calm her down. She sat down, we clinked glasses, and drank it all in one gulp. The slight buzz from the alcohol numbed my senses, and I watched her intently as she did her next move. She wore a black dress, flesh-colored stockings, and white high-heeled sandals. I thought no one would wear stockings out in the sweltering summer heat; this must have been her carefully chosen attire for tonight's training.

After finishing her wine, she crossed one leg and uttered the command I had been waiting for, the first time I had ever heard it: Kneel.

The instant I heard those two words, it felt as if blood rushed to my brain, sending a surge of exhilarating excitement through my body. For a second, my mind went blank, and then, without thinking, I knelt down before her.

This was the first time in my life I had ever knelt before a woman. The shame, the excitement, and my racing heart made me instantly erect the moment I knelt. What she did next proved she was an expert, because she lightly teased my erection with the tip of her shoe, then asked sternly, "Who made you hard?"

I didn't know how to respond, staring blankly at her. Perhaps she felt sorry for me, this naive newbie, so she said gently, "Crawl over here, let me see my little dog."

Without thinking, I crawled to her legs, and when I looked up, I saw her skirt and the faint outline of her black lace panties. She leaned forward slightly, cupped my face in her hand, and complimented my handsome face. I felt the atmosphere relax considerably, so I weakly asked her, "Didn't you say you were going to bring a leash and a whip?"

She seemed annoyed by my question, giving me a light slap on the face and saying, "Who told you I can't play without tools?" Then, she stuck out one foot and said, "Take off my shoes." I immediately reached out to take off her shoes, but she slapped me again with her toe: "Who told you to use your hands?"

So, for the first time in my life, I had to use my mouth to slowly pull off the sandals she was wearing.

After taking off her shoes, her foot, covered in flesh-colored stockings, was completely exposed to me. Her instep was pointed straight, and her toes, encased in stockings, were like a sharp knife, pointing directly at my face. I've seen many girls' bare feet, but apart from my first love who watched me dance ballet, I've never seen another girl point her toes at me like that. Perhaps the pleasure originating between the thighs during a girl's orgasm compels them to make this toe-pointing motion, so when a girl points her toes at you for no apparent reason, it's actually a strong sexual innuendo. As the renowned director Quentin Tarantino once said, a woman's taut toes during orgasm are like a sharp weapon. Perhaps those pointed-toe high heels are a materialized representation of this foot shape.

Then, she gave me an even more stimulating command: to remove her stockings with my mouth.

So, I had to press my face even closer to her feet. A strong smell filled my nostrils. It was the pungent odor of a woman's sweaty feet, tinged with a slight underarm odor. The strong smell intensified my sense of humiliation, and my erection grew even stronger.

I didn't care about anything else; I carefully used my teeth to grasp her stockings from the tips of her toes. She cooperated, pulling her feet back, the flesh-colored silk slowly peeling away from her legs and feet, remaining in my mouth.

Then, she pulled the stockings out of my mouth, put them around my neck, tied a slipknot, stood up, and used the stockings as a leash, pulling me along as we crawled around the room.

Crawling is a human perspective we rarely experience; following a woman and obeying her commands is an even rarer experience. When I experienced being led like a dog for the first time, I suddenly felt a sense of inner freedom and release. I felt like an animal, and everything I had was thanks to this woman; this feeling made me feel completely refreshed and comfortable. Sexual desire, a sense of freedom, a desire to obey, a sense of adoration—all sorts of desires and feelings intertwined and rushed into my brain, making me feel a little suffocated.

She led me around like that, seemingly finding it uninteresting, then sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down, pulled me to the hem of her skirt, and said to me: "Give me oral sex."

Looking back, this was truly the first time in my life I had given oral sex to a woman. Since university, I had always been resistant to giving oral sex to women, stemming from my first girlfriend, Chenchen. I remember she suggested I try giving her oral sex, but I refused because I thought she had an unpleasant odor. Now it seems that almost every woman's genitals have an odor; you can be averse to it, but when being "trained," you can't refuse. At that moment, although I was reluctant, I had to abide by the rules.

So, I pulled down her panties, and her labia came into view. I brought my nose close and smelled a strange odor, like rusty wire—not exactly unpleasant, but somewhat pungent.

It was my first time giving a woman oral sex, and my mind raced through all the scenes I'd seen in porn. I parted her labia and began to lick them earnestly from bottom to top with my tongue. She was a wanton woman, because during my oral sex, a constant stream of vaginal fluid flowed from her vagina, which I swallowed, like saliva left after a French kiss.

She let out pleasurable moans, which gave me a sense of accomplishment. So, I tried various tongue techniques, attacking her vulva and clitoris. The red flesh at the entrance of her vagina trembled slightly as I licked it, and her vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, the tip of my tongue making a crisp, dripping sound as it touched her genitals.

Suddenly, she used the stocking still wrapped around my neck to pull me up, causing my head to hit her chest. Then she turned and pressed me beneath her, softly saying, "Master is going to fuck you from above."

Immediately afterward, she removed the stocking from my neck and bound my wrists together with it, pressing my hands above my head. Then, she pulled down my pants and underwear, revealing my erect penis. She knelt beside my penis, admiring this tender, straight beauty, occasionally teasing my penis with her fingers. I writhed helplessly, my hands immobilized; the feeling of having my freedom surrendered was incredibly pleasurable.

Next, she did something that still excites me to this day: she removed the stocking from her other leg and wrapped it around the base of my scrotum, wrapping it several times before pulling the ends of the stocking sharply to the sides. My scrotum instantly swelled up, and I felt an unprecedented mix of pain and pleasure. My penis seemed to grow even larger and more erect due to the confinement of the stocking.

Next, all I remember is her sitting on top of me, writhing wildly. The movements were so violent that my penis felt like it was about to break. However, because of the pain, I couldn't focus on pleasure; without pleasure, I wasn't in a hurry to ejaculate. We made love like this for over half an hour, until finally, she ran out of energy and let go of me, the poor thing.

[The End]

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