[Perverted Girlfriend]

(1)
Waking up in the middle of the night again is a common occurrence for me. I think loneliness is a good
thing, although I also long for a woman to be by my side. The bedroom curtains are rarely drawn, because
that way I can see the moonlight when I wake up in the middle of the night. It lazily shines on my windowsill, or on part of
the sheets, and it feels good. At this time, I will light a cigarette and watch the white smoke rise
slowly and dissipate in the deep blue night... I often space out like this, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.
The ash is long, and sometimes it falls on the sheets. I will immediately brush it off and mutter a few dirty words, then
put it out and light another one...
The girl last night was nice, with big, round breasts, but her looks were just average. I had no other women these days, so I had to
go to her. We agreed on 300 yuan, but when I stripped her naked and took out the rope, she refused.
I added another 300 yuan. I could tell that this slut was really something. I'd decided to make this money; she reluctantly tied her hands behind her back
so I could bind her tightly. I started slapping her buttocks, and she cried out in terror. When
I slapped her large breasts, she cried even louder: "Please let me go, I can't take it anymore—" I
ignored her, crumpled up her panties and stuffed them into her mouth, then pinched her nipples and whispered in her ear
, "Damn it! You slut! If you scream again, I'll make it hurt even more!" She was clearly terrified; she started sobbing, her whole body trembling
, and large tears rolled down her cheeks. This excited me, and I started having sex with her! She whimpered and
shook her head violently. Gradually, the whimpers turned into moans, and then into increasingly excited moans. She was
reaching her climax. Her skin, bound by ropes, was taut, and her two breasts, incredibly erect, gleamed alluringly in the dim light
. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. With a long, pleasurable moan
, I quickly withdrew my penis. Her body twitched involuntarily a few times before going limp
… The fear and resentment in her eyes were gone. After I took the panties out of her mouth, she even showed
a hint of shyness. Prostitutes can be shy? I ignored her and instead lay down on her breasts… After
some time, she shook me awake: “Hey, wake up! It’s dawn, untie me.” I realized my saliva was
all over her. After untying her, I looked at the rope marks all over her body and threw her 1,000 yuan. She didn't want it. She took out six
bills and whispered in my ear, "Damn it! You bastard, don't treat people like dirt!"
(2)
I have always been self-conscious because the things I like are hard for others to accept. When I have sex, I like to use ropes
, clamps, whips... I know it's perverted, but I can't help it. My wife left me because of this, but
I don't care. Although I still love her now. I don't know why I like these things. I just
remember that when I was little, I liked to play war games and capture prisoners. I liked to capture female prisoners the most.
When I tied a little girl's arms behind her back, my penis would inexplicably get hard. That feeling was very strange and addictive. Now
that there is the Internet, I know that there are many people like me. We live together on the edge of society. Although it is very lowbrow
, we exist. I also know that this hobby has a name: SM!
My spare time was almost entirely spent online. At first, I spent all night browsing SM websites
, looking at pictures and reading about women being bound and abused, which often drove me to the brink of ecstasy! I started masturbating, which left
me exhausted all day… When I entered an SM community and met many like-minded
people, I began to fantasize about meeting them: “How exciting that would be!”
The girl with the sweet voice on QQ lived in a small city not far from me,
about a two-hour train ride away. She had a very alluring name: “Who Will Tie Me Up!” We had known each other for over three months. All I
knew was that she worked as a saleswoman in a local shopping mall after graduating high school. One weekend, I said, “Let’s meet.”
To my surprise, she agreed! So, a little over two hours later, I arrived in that small city. I had been there
countless times. There was a small square in front of the station, surrounded by some dirty little restaurants, and a group of taxi drivers soliciting passengers
were as annoying as flies! I weaved through the crowd and immediately spotted her standing under a large Nokia mobile phone billboard
. She was dressed in white and looked rather thin. I walked straight over to her, and she looked at me somewhat flustered.
I extended my hand: "Hello, I'm A-Che! Yan Mingche!" "Oh, I'm... I'm..." Her small
mouth was very pretty. "I know! I saw you right away, hehe!" I gently put my arm around her shoulder, and
she didn't object. "Let's eat first!" I tried to close the distance between us.
The restaurant was nice, and the decor was quite unique. We found a table in the most secluded spot and sat down. We both
felt much more at ease. She said she would order, and I agreed. When the food arrived, I smiled. She was a very considerate
girl; the dishes were light and affordable, and the portions were just right. She smiled too, revealing her white teeth: "I don't
eat meat, hehe, you won't go hungry, will you?"
"Your appearance and voice match perfectly!" I complimented her.
"Hehe..." She just laughed.
"How do you feel about seeing me?" I teased her.
“Hehe, almost…” she chuckled…
I repeated the topic from QQ, but she hardly said anything more. The next
thing happened in the best hotel in town. The rope was from her handbag, red and pure cotton;
the belt was mine. She was very durable, and my belt was wide and loud, so the pain might be less, but
her buttocks were already slightly red and swollen. She didn’t utter a sound from beginning to end. When I was tying her up, she
didn’t seem to react much, and she cooperated by turning her hands behind her back. This made me feel a little bored. I ejaculated hastily, as
agreed beforehand, on her face. She didn’t keep her promise and swallowed my semen. It didn’t matter, I was leaving anyway
. When she saw me off, I bought her a gift. She didn’t say a word to stop me. Maybe we both knew
that we weren’t suitable for each other. The last thing I said was: “What do you mean by SM?”
“I don’t know,” she said softly, “I just want my man to tie me up and beat me!”
(3)
The intrusion of "Lonely Hands" was sudden; I'd never heard that name before in the compound. She was a 30
-year-old woman who immediately wanted to have sex with me.
"Do you know how to do online BDSM?" I'd never heard such a direct question.
"Uh..." I was momentarily speechless. "You like online BDSM..."
"Yeah," her voice was a little hoarse, "Are you good at it?"
"I'm not good at it, I prefer real-life BDSM." I was a little annoyed. "Where are you?"
"That's not important, I need someone to BDSM me!" She laughed.
"That won't do, you're ordering me to BDSM you?! Really? You call yourself a masochist?!" I said.
"I feel like a masochist when I chat with you!"
"Hehe," she was clearly amused, "Yeah, hehe, sorry, I'm in a bad mood."
"Why?" I asked.
"My boyfriend dumped me!" Her voice softened.
"I thought it was a big deal, just find another one, right?" I said casually.
“But it’s been three years, how can I just let it go?” She sighed and continued, “He’s the one who brought
me into this circle… But now I finally understand, you so-called men who like SM
aren’t good men either!” She started crying: “You’re more selfish, more authoritarian…”
I couldn’t get a word in edgewise, so I typed: “There are bad people everywhere, you’ve misjudged them!”
She paused, seemingly seeing my words: “Yes! I misjudged them, but you’re all the same. You
use SM to play with women, you’re promiscuous but claim it’s to relieve so-called social pressure! Bullshit! You set
the rules of the game, making women your sex slaves, you expect us to be loyal to our masters, but you can have many
slaves…”
“Calm down, okay? I think all the men here are like this, please stop crying, let me hug you
…” I had to interrupt her.
That worked; she stopped talking and started crying loudly.
I said, "Go ahead and cry, I'm listening. When you're done crying..."
"..." There was no sound on the other end. After a while, she typed a line: "Thank you, you are a considerate
man. I'm in a bad mood today. I'm sorry, I have to log off. Goodbye!"
Just like when she came, she suddenly disappeared without a trace.
I didn't sleep much that night. I was in a daze...
I thought it over. The next time I saw her, I would tell her: Actually, you shouldn't resent men or
SM. We are all mortals. SM is nothing special. It's just like other emotional games in life:
all matters between men and women are about one person searching for another self.
(4)
Spring in the north is very dry. I usually go out for a walk in the evening. At this time, things about SM occupy my whole brain. Sometimes I fantasize: 　　What would it be like if I tied up
the beautiful woman who just walked past me ? Would she like SM? At this time, I am extremely bored, let my imagination run wild, and think 　　wildly. But sometimes I also ridiculously think about some serious questions, such as: What exactly is SM? 　　Does it have to involve emotions, or is it okay if it doesn't? What am I even looking for in SM... 　　? 　　Most of the male enthusiasts in this community are like a pack of wolves in heat, 　　howling in various ways all day long. I'm just like them, searching for a so-called "soulmate." When a self-proclaimed SM expert 　　told me that SM is about turning your female colleagues, classmates, and girlfriends into female slaves 　　, I felt ashamed! I can't do that right now! I'm worried about being laughed at by people I know, afraid of being called a pervert! 　　It would be too embarrassing if the woman I sleep with rejected me! 　　But that's not a big deal. I think I can find a like-minded person. Since there are so many female 　　enthusiasts in the community, why can't I find someone I like? I'm confident of that. 　　Actually, I have two female submissives I like. I've met one twice; she's very beautiful and has a well-proportioned figure. 　　She lives about 600 kilometers from my city. I really like her and once dreamed of being with her forever. But 　　she has a strange understanding of SM. Her demands for bondage and whipping terrify me; I can't bring myself to do it! She's 　　obsessed with bruises and excruciating pain, telling me not to consider her reaction! God! This leaves me at a loss. I saw 　　her hands, bound behind her back, turning blue and cold. I saw the bruises and swelling on her buttocks and breasts. I couldn't continue 　　! She even despised me for this. As she left, she told me, "Ah Che, you're a good man, but I don't 　　need a man's love! I need pain! I need humiliation! You don't understand, and you can't give me what I need. But I was just passing by 　　and came to see you, to play with you, but I don't belong to a man like you..." 　　You don't know how much my heart ached at that moment! I know this woman must have suffered deep wounds! But 　　I don't believe she doesn't need love! Really! I once told her, if you are tired and weary, come back, but 　　she has been drifting. Occasionally we meet on QQ and chat for a while, but I know 　　what kind of ending this kind of woman will have. 　　Just last month, she left a message on QQ: "I have found my man, he has a torture chamber! I like 　　his torture! ... He is a real master!" I felt very bad! So much so that I had no appetite for dinner that night. God knows 　　how long 　　their relationship will last ? 　　(5) 　　I have never met Hongchen. She is thousands of miles away. I have known her for almost two years. She has always been someone else 　　's m, so I have never thought about her. Later, as we became more familiar, I felt guilty when flirting with her 　　, as if I were seducing someone else's wife. My initial meeting with Hongchen didn't involve SM at all, so for a long 　　time we were more like old friends, talking about everything. Hongchen is a very genuine and somewhat strong-willed woman 　　. We never talked about when we would meet, nor did we ever think about photos. Even 　　when our conversations touched on SM, it felt natural, without any awkwardness or pretense. We never hid ourselves from each other. 　　Perhaps it was precisely this initial ordinariness that allowed our feelings to accumulate so unexpectedly. So one late night...

After Hongchen logged off, I felt an emptiness in my heart. At that moment, I suddenly realized I might have fallen in love with her! From then on,
Hongchen's existence brought me joy, loneliness, and longing…
I never hoped for a future meeting; it didn't matter, even if we never met again!
My life was chaotic and boring, with only a few moments of happiness mixed in. My SM world had everything:
the motherhood, friendship, love, and family I needed, as well as the indulgence, conservatism, restraint, and freedom I required…
My life wasn't complicated; it was very simple. I was just waiting for a woman to appear, and I would make a promise with her
: when we were both old and unwanted, we would move in together. This promise had no penalty clause,
but it was valid indefinitely, the duration being the lifetime of the one who lived the longest…
That's freedom…
truly.

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