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She removed her bra, leaving her only in black fishnet stockings and white high heels.
After blindfolding her, I raised her hands, handcuffed them, and hung them on a ring on the wall. A pink ring protruded from her anus. The sheen of the plastic material told me the atmosphere had already aroused her; she was overflowing with lustful fluids. I reached down and touched her hairless vulva; the wet, salty scent was incredibly strong.
My fingers caressed her fair skin, stroking her well-proportioned frame, making her feel both itchy and aroused. Her
sensitive areolas, slightly larger than most girls', became red and swollen under the forceful kneading, and her two purplish-red nipples stood erect, making one's mouth water.
"I don't play with anuses!" I still remember the look of resistance on her face when she said that.
"Do you think this kind of game is something you decide what to play and what not to play? If so, then you should just find a strong woman like Fei Yong! Only I can decide what to do." "I know you don't like it, but I'll make you accept it in my own way, and you have to trust me and my methods. If you can't do that, then we shouldn't even start trying." Back then, she was just a married woman whose husband was in mainland China, but now, she had become prey hanging in the air, unable to move.
I opened my backpack and took out all the props, placing them one by one on the bed next to her. Rope, nipple clamps, anal plugs, whip, several vibrators, blindfold, calligraphy brush, stun gun, handcuffs, hunting knife, enema syringe, lubricant, collar, and dog leash. Some were useful today, some were not, but I still carefully took them all out.
I used a wooden stick about fifty centimeters long, placing it about ten centimeters above her knees, fixing her legs to the sides of the stick, so that she couldn't even close her legs. After securing it, I used a brush to brush her sensitive labia. Soon, the entire brush was covered in her vaginal fluid, and she screamed as the soft yet prickly hairs played with her.
Unsatisfied desire, like popcorn simmering on a stove but never popping, was irritating.
Having experienced the deepest pleasure of her soul, the fire of desire had been ignited. Having abandoned the image of a virtuous wife once, she no longer cared about maintaining it. Two weeks of abstinence had turned her into a beast capable of any immoral act to satisfy her desires.
In the entire movie theater, besides us, only another couple sat in front of us. I couldn't help but wonder if the other woman was also giving oral sex to the man next to her, just like her.
"Put this into your lewd chrysanthemum!" She took the beads I handed her, and in the dark theater, she lifted her skirt and squatted down, using the lubricant to insert the round objects one by one into her anus. Through the dim light, I watched the pained and ashamed expression on her face, yet I remained completely unmoved.
I carefully supported her as we wandered aimlessly through the streets. No one but her and I would know that beneath her carefully made-up exterior, a woman whose anus was being violated was putting on a grueling performance in public, a performance no one would know about. But just that was enough to make a woman who had never tried this before feel extremely ashamed and aroused.
"Has your husband ever seen you so lewd?" The whisper in her ear always made her tremble.
I slowly pulled out the beads, during which she screamed, howled, and groaned.
I don't know if she felt relieved or a sense of inexplicable loss after I took it out. I only know that her anus was still open, as if it was still yearning for something.
"Please, Master! Please! My pussy is so itchy, I want it so bad! Please use your big cock to fuck me!" she pleaded in an almost sobbing tone.
With just one sentence, I plunged her into the hell of desire, "I won't fuck you today!" Even though she cried in desperation, it only gave the cruel part of my nature a tiny bit of satisfaction.
I used another rope to tie her full breasts into a twisted, bulging shape, smiled with satisfaction, and took out my digital camera to record this lewd and alluring scene.
"Madam, every time I use your picture to masturbate, the semen I ejaculate is so plentiful and thick!" "Give it to me! Give it to me!" she screamed and begged.
"I told you, I won't penetrate you today, but I might find you anytime and fuck you hard anywhere, like this, understand?" I took a thin, long vibrator and easily inserted it into her anus, starting to slowly thrust in and out.
"Don't do this, I can't take it! Master, please give it to me!" "How about this?" I used another vibrating vibrator, already turned on, and gently pressed it against her clitoris, which was erect from
over-excitement. Five seconds later, just before the climax, the vibrator was removed from the trembling woman's body, abruptly pulling back the impending orgasm, leaving only the vibrating toy still inside her vagina, still humming softly. ********** ... "Power! The power to make someone surrender their soul, the power to dispose of a person's body at will, the power to reshape and create a person's personality." "Then you won't have sex with the person you're training?" She held a small golden teaspoon, her elbows resting on the table, looking at me with suspicion. "That's a method, not an end." I exhaled a puff of smoke, trying to blow a nice smoke ring, but failed. "The principle of an atomic bomb is to apply immense pressure to uranium with explosives, causing the uranium atoms to undergo a qualitative change, resulting in nuclear fission, which releases enormous energy. The same goes for orgasms. The longer the suppression at the critical point, the greater the suppressed energy, and the more intense, thorough, and pure the explosive pleasure will be." I finally managed to blow a decent smoke ring, but under the influence of the restaurant's air conditioning, it quickly dissipated and disappeared into the air. "And I am the one who controls desire. Of course, there are many levels of desire, and penetration is just the most basic sensory stimulation, not enough to represent the whole desire." Before she gave herself to me, body and soul, we had such a conversation, and now I am putting it into practice. "Hold it tight. If it falls down, you will be 'punished.'" After saying that, I let go, leaving the vibrator inside her, and then left the room. In fact, the word "punishment" has many meanings. The feeling of fear mixed with anticipation is very subtle. Enjoying being punished, abused, and subjected to exquisite execution is a common thought in the hearts of all women who become like this. I knew that the vibrator falling down was an inevitable outcome, a natural reaction, unrelated to her efforts. "You're so naughty! It still fell down. Looks like your anus has been played with too loosely and can't hold anything anymore!" I said this deliberately, stimulating her psychology. "I won't do it again next time~" she pleaded. I took out ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on the nipples I had just brutally kneaded. The icy temperature instantly activated her nerves, increasing her sensitivity. I smeared the melted ice water on her body, reminding her that this was just a cruel little game. After the ice cubes, I turned the lighter to its highest flame, lit it, and slowly brought it closer to her chest. The heat of the flame was unbearable. Her nipples, erected by the ice, had just escaped the icy hell only to face the torture of high temperature. Although the flames didn't touch her flesh, the temperature and the shock were enough.

I repeatedly applied ice and flames to her nipples, watching her panic and fear, a real sense of power gripping my hands.
Throughout the entire process, my penis was erect, but I had no desire to penetrate her or have sex with her. To me, it was purely for fun, purely about control and possession. I knew her expectations and desires, but that didn't mean I had an obligation to satisfy them. When the expressions of pain and pleasure merged into one, becoming indistinguishable, I also couldn't tell whose soul I was redeeming.

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