[Mature Woman's Seductive Training Diary] (Chapter 1)

Author: Xiao Qinghe 　　Published 　　on
sis001 on 2015-09-22 　　First 　　Published
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**************** 　　... 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　The story of how I met Sister Tian is quite dramatic. We met online, but 　　not in the online SM community. It was three years ago, in winter, when I was bored and playing with QQ's "message in a bottle 　　" feature (a feature similar to QQ's email function). There was a "nearby area" option, and I threw 　　a few bottles into it. Sister Tian caught one of them, and that's how we became QQ friends. 　　We chatted online for over two years before finally meeting in person as a submissive in a SM relationship. 　　After several real-life "training" sessions, we discovered we lived in the same neighborhood—our apartment complexes 　　were right next to each other, separated only by a wall. 　　Although I was lucky enough to easily add Sister Tian on QQ, she didn't initially enjoy chatting with me 　　because I'm almost ten years younger than her, and she doesn't like chatting with younger men. It took me over two months of painstaking 　　effort to get Sister Tian interested in chatting with me. Once she was interested, 　　we smoothly transitioned into online BDSM. Sister Tian had been into and enjoyed BDSM for several years, 　　but due to inconvenience and safety concerns, she had only engaged in a few real-life sessions, primarily finding partners online 　　. After 　　more than six months of online BDSM with Sister Tian, she officially accepted me as her online master. After 　　another six months, we finally progressed to the real-life stage. In total, from adding 　　Sister Tian on QQ to our first real-life meeting, nearly two years passed. Sigh, the happiness of a poor guy 　　like me is truly hard-won. 　　The first few times Tian Jie and I engaged in real-life BDSM, we always met far from our homes. Our 　　neighborhoods are right next to each other, north and south. Before meeting in real life as a BDSM partner, we 　　had probably bumped into each other, but neither of us remembered the other, so neither of us knew we lived in adjacent neighborhoods 　　. It was after a few real-life BDSM sessions that we met one evening outside a mahjong parlor near our homes 　　, and that's when we realized we lived in the same area. 　　Three years ago, Tian Jie and I met through a message in a bottle game, though in the "nearby waters," neither of us 　　took it seriously. It wasn't until we progressed to real-life BDSM that we discovered we lived in adjacent 　　neighborhoods. Tian Jie was, of course, even more shocked and nervous than I was. Fortunately, our master-slave relationship 　　was already officially established, and importantly, she trusted me and didn't break off our BDSM relationship because of it, 　　although this definitely caused some hiccups. Sigh, Tencent, in its attempt to tear apart NetEase and Sina, has even 　　resorted to methods like casual sex . Is it sabotaging its own interests or helping its own? 　　My initial experience with "online BDSM" with Sister Tian was rather uneventful. Since she hadn't done much of it before, 　　she spent nearly a year adapting from online to real-life interactions. The "BDSM" during that time wasn't particularly noteworthy 　　; it was basically a middle-aged woman having sex with a young man. However, the online BDSM we did before meeting in person— 　　specifically, the online BDSM I conducted after Sister Tian officially accepted me as her online master— 　　was quite exciting to recount. 　　After Sister Tian officially accepted me as her online master, the online BDSM we engaged in became more in-depth. 　　Calling it "online BDSM" isn't quite accurate, as it mostly moved beyond QQ chat—it wasn't just text, 　　voice, or video BDSM. I'm not sure what to call it exactly; let's call it "remote BDSM." 　　When I was remotely training Sister Tian, I asked her to write down her experiences 　　and feelings via QQ email. Here are some excerpts from some emails Sister Tian wrote around this time two years ago. 　　Sister Tian's writing skills are quite good, but because she was in a special mood when writing these things, the writing is a bit disorganized, 　　but it is definitely her true feeling. In addition, to protect her privacy, I made slight modifications to a few places, but 　　the original text is basically preserved. 　　Sender: Slave; 　　Date: August 6, 2013; 　　Recipient: Master; 　　Subject: Experiences on August 6, 2013! 　　Today, I heard Master say that we would have a remote training session. I didn't quite understand what the training was, but 　　after it happened, I realized that it was a kind of remote control. I did it as instructed, and I found it wasn't difficult, 　　but it was really exciting. Now, as Master requested, I'm recording what happened this morning!

Today, as requested by my master, I wore a black, fitted blazer and a white shirt underneath
. Actually, since I don't go to work, I rarely wear such business attire. After chatting with my master for a while, he suddenly told
me to pull my skirt and underwear down to my buttocks, leaving my lower body completely exposed as I sat on the leather chair. As soon as I sat down
, I felt a cool breeze blowing on my lower body, because the air conditioning was on. The cool breeze below
deeply stimulated me, making me feel even more ashamed of exposing my genitals.
Although I was alone at home, I still nervously glanced around.
This tension made me feel both excited and incredibly ashamed.
Of course, it wouldn't end there. My master made me rub my genitals with my hands, and I quickly felt
pleasure. Perhaps because of the tension, the pleasure came exceptionally fast. Then, my master made me spread
my labia with my hands, my legs wide apart. Although I was alone in my own home and no one could see me,
this shameful action was incredibly embarrassing. It felt as if many people were watching, and my face
turned bright red with shame!
This position lasted for two minutes without me moving. My lower body slowly began to cool down, and I naturally secreted
fluid. My master made me place one hand on my vulva and rub my clitoris with my fingers, gradually increasing the speed
. The fluid secretion increased. Then, my master made me insert one finger, one knuckle, two fingers.
In this tense and shameful state, my fluid had already flowed onto the leather chair. Looking at the fluid on it, I felt like I wanted to die. I was so ashamed, but my master didn't let me off the hook. He made me continue to speed up, and 　　I orgasmed in front of the computer
at home . 　　After the intense climax, as I gradually recovered, I felt extremely ashamed. There were large wet stains on my chair; 　　I had actually masturbated like that at home! I didn't know where I got the courage; I was almost becoming a slutty woman 　　. But it truly gave me an unprecedented thrill, a thrill that no simple sex could provide 　　. It was a thrill that was more emotional than physical, a thrill and pleasure driven by the mind 　　. I loved this feeling, I really loved it!!! 　　From: Slave; 　　Date: August 21, 2013; 　　Recipient: Master; 　　Subject: Experiences of August 20, 2013! 　　Because my child came back from our hometown, it wasn't convenient to chat for many days. Yesterday, I finally saw my master again, and followed 　　him through one fun and exciting experience after another. 　　Yesterday and today, I was home alone. The experience my master gave me was unprecedented. 　　Whether it was sex or anything else, I'd never felt this way before. It was a 　　multi-layered stimulation—psychological, mental, and physical—leaving me feeling weak. How to describe it? Dressed as my master requested, looking at 　　myself in the mirror, I felt so lewd. The atmosphere was decadent, and my mind was filled with all sorts of 　　inappropriate thoughts. Many times, I even imagined my master was right beside me. I felt like I 　　was losing control! 　　Yesterday and today, alone at home, I received my master's remote training. The most stimulating 　　moments happened several times; I couldn't even tell which was the most exciting. 　　The first stimulating experience was having stockings placed on my genitals with a chopstick inserted, 　　crawling around the rooms several times. That feeling was truly humiliating, shameful, and stimulating. 　　The second time, there were two cucumbers, one in my genitals and one in my mouth, with a chopstick inserted in the back. Reading 　　the master's written instructions, imagining three men with large penises in front of me, as if I were truly 　　being played with by three men, was incredibly stimulating. My mind kept fantasizing, giving me another kind of stimulation. 　　The third time, I shamelessly ejaculated. Following the master's instructions, I stroked myself, and what 　　flowed from my genitals wasn't urine, but something similar to urine, a lot of it, transparent, staining my hands and the carpet. It felt 　　like urinating, making me extremely ashamed, but also instantly reaching the peak of pleasure. 　　Master, yesterday and today, I was so happy, I haven't been this happy in a long, long time. Thank you, Master! 　　From: Slave; 　　Sent: September 9, 2013 　　; Recipient: Master; 　　Subject: Experiences of 2013.9.9! 　　Before my child went back to school, it was inconvenient to chat with the master for several days. Today was finally convenient. I 　　got up early, and the first thing I remembered was the task my master had given me. I made a point of getting up early to 　　carefully put on makeup, and as my master ordered, I wore a white suit, my own cotton underwear 　　, and flesh-colored stockings. Of course, I didn't forget to bring the pair of short glass 　　stockings and a box of condoms that my master had ordered me to bring. After stuffing them into my bag, I drove to the mall. 　　I kept thinking about the task the whole way, and I felt a little wet down there. The drive seemed so 　　short; I arrived at the mall in no time. 　　Luckily, there weren't many people shopping at the mall before noon. I found a quiet spot outside the mall, took 　　out a short eyebrow pencil (because other pencils were too long and I was afraid to use them), put the stockings in a condom, 　　then put the condom over the pencil, went into the mall, went to the restroom, and used the pencil to insert the short glass stockings. Afterwards 　　, I put on my underwear and stockings and came out of the bathroom. I felt itchy down there, and my face was burning. Every step I took caused 　　the stockings to move inside, stimulating every nerve. 　　Following my master's instructions, I bought a movie ticket and went into the theater. To minimize the stimulation, I tried to sit still 　　, but naturally, I couldn't remain completely still. Although no one noticed anything, I was still incredibly ashamed 　　. I was so nervous that I kept drinking water. As a result, I went to the bathroom before the movie was over. But 　　when I went to the bathroom, I had to take out the stockings first, and then put them back in. When I took them out, they were already very wet 　　. Putting them back in my vagina with my own vaginal fluid was incredibly shameful. I don't know how I became 　　so lewd. I was in great pain, but I couldn't help thinking that I had to do it. My feelings were complicated.

This feeling tormented me.
The movie, which I had no idea what was going on, finally ended, but the stockings were still inside my vagina. After leaving the theater,
we went to the food court. Walking up and down the stairs too much made them restless inside. Every time I walked quickly, they
would deeply stimulate my genitals, causing me to secrete a lot of fluid. But I persevered, almost
unable to hold back several times, but I ultimately endured.
It wasn't until the time my master designated that I went to the bathroom to take them out. Only then did I realize that my underwear
was completely soaked, and the stockings were also damp. Looking at the wet stain on my white underwear
, I felt extremely ashamed. This was my own secretion, wetting my underwear. The shame made me
… I'm usually so ladylike, but I never imagined I would do something so shameful…
This is my experience and what happened today. Please read it, Master. This is a rambling account; although my writing
is poor, it comes from my heart. Please don't laugh at me!
From: Slave;
Date: September 13, 2013;
Recipient: Master;
Subject: My Experience on September 13, 2013!
Master, my experience today has frightened me. To be honest, I didn't want to accept this
punishment, but I was wrong; I didn't obey properly. So, after much thought, I
did as you asked, though only for a short time!
After dark, I went to the courtyard of the residential area. I pulled my skirt and underwear down to my buttocks,
leaving only a t-shirt covering my bottom. I was practically naked underneath. I held up my skirt and
walked around in a secluded area. If I wasn't careful, or if someone paid close attention, I would have given myself away
. But I persisted, constantly watching my surroundings to see if anyone saw
me or noticed me!
I was extremely guilty and nervous; my heart was pounding. But this
nervousness made the process even more exciting.
Master, that's the whole process. I did it, just for a shorter time! This experience
terrified me! Master, please don't punish me like this again, I'll be good!
From: Slave@qq.com;
Sent: September 17, 2013;
Recipient: Master;
Subject: My Experience on September 17, 2009!
Yesterday, before I went out to run errands, I wore a rather professional-looking suit. As Master instructed,
I inserted a vibrator into my vagina and wore stockings before leaving. As Master told me, I didn't drive, but
instead took a taxi to the place where I was running errands.
While waiting for the taxi, I chatted with my master on my phone, repeatedly vibrating myself.
My genitals were constantly wet, I could clearly feel the slippery sensation, especially as I walked,
it felt like it was about to fall out. I couldn't take it anymore on the street; my heart was pounding. While experiencing
the stimulation my body was giving me, I also felt incredibly ashamed. I felt like a
hopeless slut, walking around in the street with a vibrating egg inserted—was this really me?
But it didn't end there. I don't know if I did it on purpose, but after more than ten minutes of
waiting without a taxi, while still chatting with my master, I somehow ended up at the
bus stop. Once the bus arrived, I boarded without thinking. There were no empty seats, so I had to stand,
which meant I couldn't chat with my master anymore. But I still obeyed my master's instructions and turned on the vibrating egg
.
I don't know how to describe it. On one hand, I felt the vibrating egg vibrating inside my body;
on the other hand, I could almost hear a buzzing sound in my ears. I was incredibly ashamed, my face burning red. Luckily, the bus
wasn't very crowded. I think if it were more crowded or if someone was standing right next to me, they would definitely have heard
the buzzing sound.
Honestly, the feeling at that moment was indescribable. The shame was indescribable
. I could only feel my heart pounding, my face burning red, and my hands gripping the handles
sweating profusely. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt more and more fluid down there, as if I was about to climax. I
was incredibly nervous and wanted to get off the bus as soon as possible, but it hadn't reached its stop yet. I squeezed my legs together tightly, but the tighter I squeezed
, the more violently the vibrating egg vibrated. Just when I didn't know what to do, I suddenly climaxed, feeling
a spasm inside my vagina. I was completely at a loss. I quickly turned it off and squatted down
slightly to relieve the sensation.
Finally, the bus arrived at the station. I quickly got off and went to the Construction Bank to freshen up in the restroom before doing my
business! I was thinking that if I had been sitting in my seat, there would have been a lot of water stains when I left . The more
I thought about it, the more ashamed I felt!
Master, I've never had an experience like this before. I don't know if it counts as an adventure, but what it brought me
was excitement, tension, and shame. I don't know how I became like this. If it were the old me,
I would never have done such a thing. How could I do something so shameful? I really don't understand. Master, I might
have started to become your slutty bitch from the bottom of my heart! I'm so ashamed!
From: Slave@qq.com;
Sent: September 30, 2013 ;
Recipient: Master;
Subject: My Experience on September 29, 2013.
Yesterday's experience still lingers in my mind. Yesterday was the happiest and most exciting
day in months, and it was also rare for Master to stay with me the whole time. I was so happy!
From text-based stories to remote control, I experienced considerable stimulation. The text-based stories involved
the master making me go on adventures, from seducing taxi drivers to avoid paying, to exposing myself to two elderly people in a park
, masturbating in front of them, even inserting things into my body, handing the remote control to others, and finally reaching orgasm and squirting,
etc.
Although it's an imagined scenario, I closed my eyes and fantasized about each part, imagining myself
in it, imagining that such things were happening. So, while playing this story, I unconsciously
started to get wet, my body became extremely aroused, and my face became hot and flushed. Especially towards the end
, the shame I felt was indescribable. Really, this is probably the greatest
pleasure of writing—the space for imagination is vast, you can fantasize about anything. Just imagining the two old people watching me
was incredibly stimulating!
Master, I know that when you said you had to go out and couldn't continue playing with me, you were deliberately tempting me
. But I'm already so horny that I can't control myself. I actively asked you to remotely control me, to go to the community
garden to expose myself and masturbate, while I could contact you by phone or text you. So, my master instructed me to go
downstairs wearing only stockings and a trench coat, without any clothes underneath. I was both excited and nervous. I went downstairs terrified
and immediately called my master. Then, under his instructions, I completed a series of tasks in the garden, including
slapping my own breasts and using a cucumber to penetrate my vagina.
I was extremely ashamed of each task, nervous, afraid someone would walk by, afraid someone would see me,
but I did it anyway. The stimulation afterward was unprecedented, most importantly from the psychological level.
The psychological impact, the deep-seated shame and tension, almost drove
me to the brink of collapse!
Master, I really love you, thank you for always being with me!
From: Slave;
Sent: October 12, 2013;
Recipient: Master;
Subject: Experiences of October 11, 2013!
Because of the National Day holiday, I haven't been able to chat with my master for almost half a month. Tonight, I finally saw my master again
. When I saw your avatar light up, my vulva started to get wet involuntarily.
Especially since my husband was home today, this seems to be the first time I've been
trained and given tasks by my master while my husband is home. Although he was watching TV in the living room downstairs, he could come into the bedroom at any time. However,
this tension and worry made me feel even more inexplicably excited and thrilled.
Halfway through playing with my master online, unfortunately, guests came to our house. My husband asked me to go out to the living room to
help greet the guests. After hearing what I said, my master took the opportunity to give me a
task that left me speechless! When my husband saw that I hadn't gone out, he called me again anxiously, not giving me much time to hesitate.
Especially seeing my master's increasingly stern and unquestionable instructions, I still gritted my teeth and insisted on carrying out my master's
orders.
I took off my underwear and changed into the light pink
silk nightgown that my master used to love wearing in videos. I inserted the silent vibrator that my master had asked me to buy online into my vagina,
leaving only a small section of the wire sticking out.
I set the remote to vibrate for 30 seconds every five minutes, and
the familiar stimulation immediately hit my vagina as soon as I turned it on. Thinking about what I would face later, my genitals were soaked.
After the first vibration, I calmed myself down and took a deep breath before bravely going to the living room.
Two of my husband's friends were there, one of whom I really disliked because he was the kind of lewd and
obnoxious man. I went to the living room and busied myself making tea. Then, my husband and I chatted with his two friends
. I sat on the sofa feeling incredibly uncomfortable and nervous until one of my husband's friends
remarked that it seemed quite hot today. Only then did I realize that my head was covered in sweat. Thankfully, it was indeed a bit hot today
, and we were chatting and drinking hot tea, so my head was covered in sweat, and my husband and his two friends didn't
notice anything.
However, after chatting with my husband's friends for a while, I calmed down a bit and noticed that
my husband's lecherous friend was glancing at my chest, intentionally or unintentionally. That's when I remembered that I
had rushed out and forgotten to put on my bra; the nightgown was quite thin, and my nipples were noticeably
protruding. I felt incredibly ashamed and embarrassed. What made it even more embarrassing was that the vibrator started
vibrating. I don't know how to describe that feeling; it seemed like no words could express my
feelings and emotions at that moment. I don't know what I was like then; I only knew that my mind was completely blank. It seemed like
I could only see my friend's mouth opening and closing, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
Those thirty seconds felt like an eternity! When the vibrator stopped vibrating and I came to my senses, thankfully,
my husband's lecherous friend had stopped glancing at me. At this point, my husband noticed that I wasn't
wearing a bra under my pajamas, but he had called me out in a hurry and hadn't suspected anything. I couldn't control
myself anymore, so I took the opportunity to tell my husband's two friends that I was going to the bathroom and let them continue their
conversation. I quickly ran into the bathroom,
but once inside, I couldn't help but take out my phone and continue chatting with my master.
Under your guidance, I masturbated to orgasm!
Oh my god! I'm going crazy! Master! Please have mercy on me!
I can't even imagine what I'll become if this continues!
From: Slave;
Date: October 13, 2013
; Recipient: Master;
Subject: Experiences of October 13, 2013!
Master, the task you assigned yesterday was simply unbearable. I was terrified when I heard you talk about it!
Although I agreed at the time, I hesitated for a long time before deciding to do as you said.
I finally made it to the end of the workday, and XX, who had asked me to have dinner with her
, came to find me early. When XX arrived at my house, my face turned bright red all the way to my neck, but luckily she was in a hurry and didn't notice.
Oh, by the way, today, as requested by my master, I wore a pink blouse, a white
pencil skirt, and white high heels. And as instructed, I didn't wear underwear; instead, I wore the flesh-colored open-crotch stockings you asked me to
buy online.
After arriving at the restaurant with XX, as instructed by my master, I went to the restroom, dialed your
number, put the earphone in my ear, turned the volume down to the lowest setting, and covered my ear with my long hair.
Then, your familiar voice came through the Bluetooth earphone. Following my master's orders, I returned to
the table where XX and I were eating. I was told to use the tablecloth to cover myself and pull my skirt down to my knees. I was so ashamed I wanted to
disappear. But I couldn't help myself and obeyed my master's orders, masturbating under the table
.
Oh my god! I almost went crazy. The moment my fingers touched my vulva, I realized it was already soaking wet
. I don't know how I endured it, because XX was still talking to me across the table. I was eating and trying
to appease her while secretly masturbating. The worst part was that
my master's humiliating words kept coming through the Bluetooth earphone; the feeling was driving me to the brink of madness!
Thankfully, XX is a very oblivious woman. She asked me out to dinner because she was in a bad mood, and was so engrossed in rambling about her
argument with her mother-in-law that she didn't notice anything amiss. Actually, my master is quite understanding. He listened to me tell him
what kind of person XX is and that she asked me out to dinner because she was upset, which is why she gave me
this task. But even so, it was enough to make me feel ashamed.
When XX was talking about how upset she was, I was having an orgasm! Oh my god! Water was dripping onto the floor under the table!
I was so ashamed I can't even describe it, but at that moment, I couldn't help but think that I'm actually very lucky because I
rarely feel unhappy after having a master. If XX also had a master, she definitely wouldn't always be like this
. Just because of a quarrel with her mother-in-law, a kind of trouble that's unavoidable for middle-aged women, she made herself
so miserable and needed someone else to share her suffering.
Thinking about what happened today after I got home, I still feel incredibly ashamed! In front of my female friends, I
really don't know what kind of woman I am! But yesterday's experience was very
exciting, and it also made me realize why I chose and liked SM.
From: Slave;
Sent: October 17, 2013;
To: Master;
Subject: Experience of October 16, 2013!
Master, the task you assigned yesterday was so shameful. I'm still unsettled today,
but it also made me realize that SM isn't actually that dark. It's
something quite common now.
I accepted the Master's online seduction. At first, I bought the tools the Master asked me to buy online.
Later, the Master asked me to buy them from a sex shop, which was honestly very difficult for me to accept. I drove around for a long time,
far from home, and finally found a sex shop owned by a middle-aged woman
. Only then could I fulfill the Master's request. The middle-aged female owner of this sex toy shop is actually
quite nice. After going there a few times, I got to know her and found a good place to buy tools, since
buying these things online isn't very convenient for me.
Sigh, after hearing me mention it, my master naturally wouldn't let such an opportunity pass. But I'm not complaining about my master;
actually, I also want to be assigned tasks by my master when I go to the sex toy shop.
Last night, following my master's instructions, I went to this sex toy shop again. I was wearing a white silk
blouse over a white bra, a gray pencil skirt over white panties, flesh-
colored open-crotch stockings, and black high heels. I drove to the sex toy shop, parked in front of it, and
as instructed by my master, put on a Bluetooth headset, dialed my master's number,
covered my ears with my long hair while wearing the headset, and then, without any further orders from my master, I voluntarily took off my panties and entered the sex
toy shop without anything under my skirt.
The middle-aged female shop owner greeted me warmly when she saw me again, but the first thing I asked her was if she had
any large electric dildos. Good heavens, I don't know how I even said that. I never use
the word "dick" normally, and this time I said it to a woman my own age. But my boss was listening, and
I had no choice but to say it.
Luckily, this middle-aged woman was in this business, and she smiled kindly at me, pointing to a
particularly thick vibrating dildo, telling me it was the largest size she had. As she
took the particularly thick vibrating dildo off the shelf to show me, she suddenly pointed to the shop door behind me, nudged
me, and told me to go sit in the back room for a while. I turned around and saw a man walking in.
Luckily, the very kind female shop owner reminded me to hide in the back room. Otherwise,
while I was looking at a particularly large vibrating dildo, a man suddenly came in next to me, and even if the owner was listening in, I would have had to
rush out of the shop immediately.
This middle-aged female shop owner probably lived in the shop; the back room was very small, with only a double bed and
not much space. When I was holding the particularly large vibrating dildo, I had to sit on the bed.
Fortunately, the man who came in was buying condoms, and he finished buying them in half a minute and left.
The middle-aged female shop owner came into the back room, and I carefully opened the packaging, took out the particularly large vibrating
dildo, and she kindly told me that many women buy vibrating dildos, but this one was a bit too big, asking if
I thought it was suitable. Of course, I couldn't tell her why I actually came to buy it, especially since
I wasn't wearing underwear. Hearing her say that made me even more ashamed, and I didn't know how to answer. Thankfully, the owner
subtly hinted that it was indeed a bit too big and suggested she recommend some more suitable ones. While she offered me
a way out, it actually made me feel even more ashamed.
The middle-aged female owner didn't let me go outside; instead, she brought in several dildos of different sizes, as well as two
different-sized vibrators, introducing them and asking me to choose. Of course, I wasn't interested in choosing and could only let her recommend.
Fortunately, because of this, I overheard the middle-aged woman say that many women buy these kinds of things. Based on her
professional experience, she recommended two appropriately sized dildos and a smaller Zhendong vibrator.
I thought that was the end of it, but then my master ordered me to ask the middle-aged female shop owner if she had any anal plugs
. Good heavens, the word "anal plug" was something I couldn't bring myself to say to a woman my own age.
I could only stammer and ask if she had any suitable ones for anal insertion, specifically explaining to her that my husband
was having problems in that area, which was why we were buying these things. Master, I really didn't mean to disobey your orders;
I just couldn't do it.
Luckily, the middle-aged woman was in this kind of business and didn't need me to explain further; she brought in a few anal plugs.
Master, you're so mean, making me ask the middle-aged woman how to use anal plugs.
But what I didn't expect was that this truly open-minded middle-aged woman, seeing that I genuinely didn't know,
actually gave me a live demonstration. She took out a crystal anal plug that she was supposed to use, lifted her skirt
, pulled down her underwear, and inserted the anal plug into her anus. Then, she casually pulled her underwear back up and lowered her skirt, without immediately
removing the anal plug. She then told me that when using a dildo or vibrator for masturbation, using an anal plug
would make it more exciting, and that many middle-aged women like her and me
did this when using tools to satisfy themselves. Seeing how ashamed I was, blushing and looking down, the middle-aged female shop owner even
comforted me, saying there was nothing to be embarrassed about buying these things. Many women buy them now, which is why many sex shops
are run by women, because women are more likely to ask each other about these things.
I felt that this middle-aged female shop owner was a very kind person, and that she had a tough life. I
bought the two dildos she recommended and a smaller vibrator, as well as all four crystal anal plugs she brought in.
Actually, all four anal plugs were quite beautiful. If my master hadn't been listening, I definitely would have
chatted with the middle-aged female shop owner a little longer. But because my master was listening, after buying the items and paying, I fled as if running away
.
This experience, though shameful, greatly helped me understand SM more deeply. Actually,
my master understands me quite well; it was only after I described this middle-aged female shop owner in detail that you arranged this
training session for me. This is why I obeyed your orders.
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