Becoming someone else's M slave's wife (becoming someone else's SM slave) (01-10)

Becoming Someone Else's M-Slave's Wife

Author: Black-Eyed Daughter
2005-7-3 First published on Tianya Community
Word Count: 30,000

First, let me introduce myself. My writing is rather clumsy, so please forgive me. Also, this article only
records a little-known side of myself, and the content may be offensive, involving SM. Please leave if you are uncomfortable.

I am 33 years old this year. I entered the marriage hall at 24 and gave birth to a lively and lovely daughter the following year. My husband is four years older than me.
He is a civil servant. His official rank is not high, but it is still respectable. I work in a state-owned enterprise. To
avoid gossip about my workplace, I will hide my real name. I entered this system directly after graduating from university and have been working
there ever since. My superiors and colleagues have always praised my abilities and performance. In addition, I can be described
as beautiful. I am 168 cm tall and weigh 106 kg. From my school days until now, how should I put it? I am
quite because for so many years, I have grown up with the pursuit of men.

Before getting to the main topic, I think it's necessary to talk about my marriage and sex life, which might help me understand
why I entered the BDSM community. My virginity wasn't with my husband. During my university years, I gave it
to a boyfriend I thought I trusted. At that time, I was very naive and hoped to spend my life with him.
However, we separated after graduation because we lived in different cities, and he realistically abandoned me. My hard work
and waiting only resulted in an abortion. My husband was someone I met through an introduction.
The reason I married him was related to my emotional trauma and my disillusionment with the world. I no longer had any
hope ; I just wanted a man with a stable job, a good personality, and a future I could see. On our wedding
night, my husband noticed I hadn't bled during sex, but he was a fairly open-minded man, very careful
and never mentioning virginity in front of me. I am very grateful to this man. After marriage, I have been
a good wife , and after our daughter was born, I became a good mother. I think our life is quite happy.

In terms of sex, my ex-boyfriend was like my mentor. From a naive young girl, he guided me
through the process of becoming a woman. Perhaps it was because of our many sexual encounters that my body became very sensual and my complexion
was great—probably what people often call being "nurturing." My boyfriend was very skilled. Maybe it's because college boys like watching porn
, but he was good at observing women's psychology, knowing what they needed, and then bringing me to the brink of
orgasm before penetrating me deeply. I often found myself immersed in wonderful orgasms. I could frequently reach
orgasm with my boyfriend, and I also enjoyed his flirting methods and some of his more stimulating requests, such as wearing short skirts or stockings.
We would also sneak off to dark corners of the school to caress me, and then I would enter him while sitting on his lap. Although
I was both scared and surprised at the time, I could still experience pleasure. The most memorable time was during the National Day holiday in October. His
parents went on vacation, so I went to his house.
We practically did it every day. Sometimes I wasn't even dressed properly when he dragged me to the sofa and we had sex. On the last day of the holiday, he couldn't get an erection,
but I was aroused. He had no choice but to use his mouth to satisfy me. It's a wonderful memory no matter when I think about it
.

My current husband is a very proper person. I guess it's related to his education.
He's four years older than me, but it seems like we're from different generations. He's very conservative in sex. Over the years,
we've only two positions: front and back. At most, I might put my legs on his shoulders in the front, and he never licks my
genitals. He's also a complete blockhead. Usually, when we have sex, he'll ask me if I want it. I just
nod without saying anything, and then he starts. Actually, I think if you were my husband, you could sometimes use some forceful methods.
As his wife, I would accept it and even find it more exciting, but he won't. He kisses me first, but
to be honest, I don't like his kisses because of his job; he often has to socialize, so his breath
smells bad . Then he caresses my breasts, and then gradually moves to my genitals. It's the same "three-step technique"
he's used all these years. He'll use his fingers to probe inside, and when I'm wet, he'll say, "Wife, I want to go in,"
and I just grunt in response. My husband's stamina is actually pretty good; our sex life usually lasts
about . But if I count, I don't orgasm very often. Usually, I experience pseudo-orgasms. Actually
, I only learned about these three terms after reading some books. And my husband only does it once; he won't do it twice. From a sexual
perspective, I'm quite dissatisfied. I sometimes bring up this issue,
hinting at it through female colleagues and my husband. We've watched porn together, but it's all pointless. He says those films are exaggerated
to make money, and real married life shouldn't be like that; it's not like we're performing for others. Because
he saw those women moaning loudly, he asked me, "Are you moaning that loudly?" I was speechless for a moment. I thought, "
How can I moan if you don't make me feel good?" We talked about it later, but nothing came of it. After our daughter was born
, he paid even less attention to the issue. Plus, he had to take care of the child and so on, so our sex life
was put on hold.

I don't know how many women feel this way, but that's how I felt. After having
children, my interest actually increased. But some friends say they had children but didn't want them. Maybe everyone is different
. Despite this, my husband and I continued to live harmoniously. Although sometimes I felt
lonely at night (I never masturbate), I also experienced a certain peace in life. A peaceful life
isn't a bad thing. I focused my energy on my family, children, and career. But I never imagined that
something would happen later that would completely change my perspective. I was raped by a client! I haven't dared to tell
anyone about this to this day. I know that if even one person finds out, I'll be completely ruined. I've been haunted by nightmares like this
more than once . That client was a boss; we did business together, and we
were fairly familiar with each other. One time, he invited a few colleagues out to dinner. I wasn't prepared at all—I mean, I had absolutely
no idea he had any designs on me. Otherwise, I would never have gone. After dinner, he
drove his friends home, but deliberately left me last. After everyone had left, he drove to
the suburbs and raped me. Later, he contacted me several times, wanting money as compensation, but I refused. If I had, then…
It became a transaction of flesh and blood. I wanted him to feel guilty for the rest of his life. I just told him not to contact me
again. At first, he was afraid I would make a scene, but after seeing my actions, he didn't pursue it anymore. But one sentence of his stuck with me: "A
woman as good as you, are you willing to accept this?"

Part 2

Although I covered up the rape, the shadow it cast on my heart didn't lessen at all.
In fact it took me six months before I met S to slowly emerge from it. Being forced into by someone, my crying, the rough
tearing, the involuntary urgency, the pain in my private parts—deep in my mind, there was an orgasm completely
unrelated ! Every time I showered, I would look at my body in the mirror, "Am I not clean?"
I, who don't have a cleanliness obsession, mechanically washed my entire body again and again. This numb action seemed to only provide
temporary psychological comfort. I knew I was a tainted woman. Looking at my sleeping husband beside me, I quietly shed
tears . For the first time, I leaned against his chest, just wanting to snuggle up to this man and let my
fear subside.

This incident significantly changed my life. I became less active and rarely
participated in activities or gatherings, usually staying at home. My husband didn't find it strange; in fact, he was happy that I stayed home—perhaps
a common male tendency, believing that this made me a reliable and good woman. I was simply quietly healing my emotional wounds,
working daily [full text] and taking breaks.
I felt uneasy and restless, but I couldn't pinpoint the cause. We got a computer relatively early,
but I was never interested in it. Even when I was really bored, I would only play online games or read the news. I truly started using chat in
early 2003, randomly clicking into a Sina chat room, and that's where the story began.

It took me a while to figure out how to choose a name, how to find people to chat with, how to send emoticons, etc. What has the internet
brought us? I don't know about others, but for me, it's another world. I forget my
identity and live a carefree and happy life. I've made many friends online, and we chat freely about everything.
I met "Old Master" from Jiangsu, "Happy Big Fool" from Shenyang, and "Crow" from Hebei—so many people brought me joy
and genuine friendship. I cherish the time I spent with them. Of course, there are also men online who only
think . I usually refuse them. No matter how they try to chat, if
the topic turns to sex, I immediately stop talking to them, no matter how tempting it is. It might seem like I have an aversion to sex,
but that 's not true. I know what I need inside, but I'm cautious about men.
It's incredibly difficult for someone to get into my heart.

One night, my husband was away on a business trip for two days. I was at home doing my usual things.
After putting the kids to bed, I couldn't fall asleep, so I got up, turned on the computer, and browsed my usual chat room.
There , I met someone who had started SM. His name wasn't like that back then; he was just an ordinary, passionate man.
He greeted me differently, so I casually continued chatting with him, and that's how things got so
volatile . (I kept some of the chat logs; I can still clearly remember some of the conversations.) He was a bit like my ex
-boyfriend; he was very good at figuring out what women were thinking, then getting information out of them, and setting traps step by step. And I
unknowingly fell into his gentle snare. By the way, I saw someone reply saying they didn't believe
I was the type who enjoys masochism. Indeed, in my previous sexual experience, I had no idea that BDSM
existed . Masochistic tendencies are just latent, acquired later in life. I've only met
one person who truly had that tendency from birth: a female teacher from Deyang, Sichuan. According to her, she was born with a masochistic streak, which is why she entered this
circle. Her greatest pleasure was having multiple men satisfy her. Sorry for digressing.

My conversations with this passionate man were built on this kind of relationship. He subtly taught me a lot about BDSM,
even sending me articles and related pictures. Strangely, he didn't ask me to be his submissive; instead, he acted
like a teacher instructing a student, showing me many new things. Under his influence, my sexual psychology underwent
a significant change, and I began to yearn to become a submissive. He said that a woman's body is a work of art, and men
should appreciate and enjoy it. He also talked a lot about BDSM, such as "Men can achieve the following through BDSM: 'Frequently
playing with a woman's body is pleasing to the eye; binding and having sex with a woman can invigorate and regulate one's energy; absorbing yin and yang can strengthen the body.' Women
can achieve the following through being BDSM: 'A beautiful woman's body; being bound is interesting; being obedient and comfortable; excitement and happiness; being tight yet loose;
unparalleled pleasure.'

BDSM between men and women only requires: 'Personal experience, endless fun; dedicated BDSM; ever-changing possibilities; mutual pleasure;
a life without regrets.'" Perhaps I was mentally brainwashed. In any case, I became a submissive without a doubt
, although I didn't have a real master yet, but my heart had already accepted it.

As I mentioned before, it's difficult to enter my inner world, and even harder to become my master. I've spent
a considerable amount of time online and chatted with some people, but nothing came of it. I value a person's character
and integrity. Even in BDSM, I believe there's an emotional element. If a dominant could cherish and pamper me, I would
unhesitatingly give my all. Although my thinking has changed somewhat, my life remains the same
. I have a normal sex life with my husband, but it has lost its joy. I see it as merely a wife's duty; he doesn't understand
my desires. When he's not around, I still wander the internet, holding onto the attitude that a dominant is something you can only hope for,
and I'd rather have none than something . At a coincidence, I met my current s: (This is a QQ chat log. I
've extracted the content of our first conversation, hiding the date and my city. Because it's a QQ chat, some
parts overlap, but it's basically the complete [entire] message.)

23:08:27 sm male lead

Hello, I am sm male lead

23:16:38 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Hello

23:09:05 sm male lead

You are very slow in the chat room

23:17:20 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Isn't your internet slow?

23:09:41 sm male lead

I'm very fast,

23:17:44 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Oh

23:09:57 SM Male Lead:

Okay, let's get to the point. Are you a real masochist, or do you just play around sometimes?

23:10:00 SM Male Lead:

Do you have a master?

23:18:00 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance* M

: No.

23:10:18 SM Male Lead:

You didn't answer my question.

23:18:14 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance* M :

Okay.

23:10:37 SM Male Lead:

You want to play around, not be a dedicated masochist?

23:18:48 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance* M:

You don't like it?

23:11:12 SM Male Lead:

I'm just trying to understand your situation :)

23:19:16 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance* M :

I want to play around.

23:11:44 SM Male Lead:

Oh :) How old? City? Occupation?

23:20:10 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

33, Accountant, what about you?

23:12:32 sm male lead

Answering [full text] s's question,

23:12:34 sm male lead

Still can't get into character?

23:21:11 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

(This is my city)

23:13:30 sm male lead sm dating center - medieval

By the way, have you never done sm before? Or do you not understand sm at all?

23:21:33 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Why is it so slow here ?

23:13:45 sm male lead

Are you saying you're slow or am I?

23:21:58 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Myself

23:14:12 sm male lead

m Male lead 23:13:30

By the way, have you never done sm before? Or do you not understand sm at all?

23:22:46 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Never actually done it

23:23:03 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Chatted with others online

23:15:31 SM male lead

Oh, then you should know the meaning of SM, right?

23:15:38 SM male lead

Can you be a good slave?

23:24:17 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I should be able to, but I don't know if you'll be satisfied.

23:16:43 SM male lead

:) Have you had online passion? Anyone you like?

23:16:56 SM male lead

What kinds of SM methods are you willing to accept?

23:25:26 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I'll try my best to do whatever it is.

23:17:33 SM male lead

Great, is there a voice message?

23:25:56 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Yes, but...

23:17:58 SM male lead

? ?

23:26:14 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

A little while later

23:18:25 sm Male lead

In sm, the only requirement for m is absolute obedience.

23:27:22 sm Male lead

∩ Understand?

23:27:43 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Sorry, the child is sleeping soon, is that okay?

23:28:01 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I know this is wrong.

23:27:51 sm Male lead

Okay, now we have some time to get to know you first.

23:27:57 sm Male lead

Tell me about yourself.

23:28:12 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

It's not allowed either.

23:28:44 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I don't know what to say.

23:28:32 sm Male lead

Do you have a photo of yourself? If so, send one.

23:29:02 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I'm sorry.

23:28:58 sm Male lead

Do you not have one, or are you not going to give it to me?

23:29:29 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Don't be angry, really not.

23:29:28 sm male lead

No, I was just asking. I won't deliberately make things difficult for you in this regard.

23:29:31 sm male lead

Do you know what types of sm are available?

23:30:46 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

My knowledge is incomplete; I only know a little bit online occasionally.

23:30:35 sm male lead

Do you accept things like: tools, bondage, whipping, candles, enemas, role-playing, threesomes, bestiality, etc.?

23:31:57 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I will try my best to do it as long as you like it. 23:32:00

sm Male lead:

Very good, you have great potential. You are so obedient. If you don't become a sub, you are really wasting your potential, haha.

23:32:42 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Thank you. 23:32:15

sm Male lead:

How tall, how much weight, bust size?

23:33:02 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

168, 105, 36.

23:32:50 sm Male lead:

How many men have you had sexual experiences with, or other than your husband?

23:33:53 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

2

23:33:46 SM male lead:

From the bottom of my heart, what can a man do to make you orgasm?

23:34:46 Red Sleeve Adds Fragrance* M

is fine

23:35:00 SM male lead:

So strong? Is your sex drive also very strong?

23:36:13 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

I guess so, hehe

23:35:59 sm male lead

Tell me, what are you best at in terms of sex?

23:36:59 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

When being raped

23:37:07 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Wait a minute

23:36:32 sm male lead

Okay

23:38:31 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Sorry to have kept you waiting

23:38:02 sm male lead

It's okay, we're not officially sm yet, it's just a relationship

23:38:29 sm male lead

23:39:15 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

23:39:03 sm male lead

I'm a pure s, not just the virtual kind on the internet

23:40:05 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Okay then

23:40:21 sm male lead

Of course you can ask, but I'm a s I don't necessarily have to answer

23:40:21 sm male lead

:)

23:41:24 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Sorry, I asked too many questions

sm male lead

Don't be nervous, you and I are not in an sm relationship yet, we are chatting like friends

23:42:00 Hongxiu Tianxiang* m

Thank you, I'm really a little nervous

It's too long, I didn't expect such a short paragraph to be so long when I was organizing my QQ chat history. My chat with s is over a
period of time, it's not that we met after chatting a few times [full text], I will write about the process of becoming a truly gentle sm in future articles
.

Part 3

From the beginning, I was attracted to this man (now s), his writing skills are quite good, and it also
reveals a person's cultivation and character. This question is very important, even if ordinary people want to find a lover, I don't think
anyone would just settle for anyone, there needs to be a feeling and be able to like the other person. Our initial exchanges were
limited to typing. Although I already had desires, I was still
worried about many things, considering various life factors. I had also read news reports about women (girls) who
suffered terrible fates because they trusted others too much online—either forced into prostitution and physically abused, or their families broken apart.
Generally speaking, women suffered the most; one wrong move could ruin their entire lives. I was initially cautious
and wary he knew my thoughts and patiently communicated with me, explaining many of my
doubts. This is how we built a good level of trust. S was also quite frank, telling me a lot
about himself. He was a senior employee in a company, with a wife and son, a good standard of living, a car, and a 100+ square meter
apartment. In theory, he should have a very happy life, but his wife's betrayal changed his entire outlook on life.

His wife had actually been the vice president's secret lover all along. After learning the truth, he didn't react normally by making a scene,
fighting , or divorcing; instead, he acquiesced. He began frantically seeking women, initially driven by revenge,
enjoying the brutality he inflicted on his sexual partners and lovers to satisfy his inner turmoil. Later, after entering the real BDSM scene, he
gradually became a remarkably skilled dominant. By "skilled," I mean his technique and mindset; he was no longer
driven by revenge against women, but rather treated BDSM as enjoyment. I
heard him say, "No one is truly clean," for the first time, and it's quite thought-provoking.

Under his guidance, I relaxed considerably and increasingly desired to become a submissive sub. One weekend, while
my husband was away on a business trip, we had our first voice chat, which was also our first BDSM session. Because it was pre
-arranged, despite our previous communication, I was still very nervous. I didn't know how he would treat me, nor did I
know what to prepare. The child was sent to a friend's house to play early, and I waited quietly at home for his arrival.
As instructed, I went to a lingerie store and bought a black camisole-style lingerie set. I'd never owned anything
like this . Although I'm particular about these things, I'd never go for something so daring; usually, it's just lace
panties and a matching bra, mostly in white, red, or pink. When I put it on, I felt my
blood boiling, my face flushed. Looking in the mirror, I noticed only a slight bulge in my lower abdomen, and I realized
I the kind of woman who could satisfy a man. My skin was fair, and my body was curvaceous. My breasts, while no longer
as high and firm as a young girl's, were still full and elastic. But what I was most proud of was my buttocks; later, my master also
said my buttocks were very sexy and perky.

While my mind was filled with fantasies, my master appeared and sent a voice message request. Without
hesitation accepted. His deep, magnetic voice came through the earphones: "xxx (my name omitted), are you getting impatient
?" I suppressed my joy and said, "Master, I'm willing to wait as long as it takes. I'm your sub." A hearty laugh
came ; he liked me too, I could tell.

S: "Did you do what I asked?"

Me: "Yes, Master, I bought it. It's black, your favorite color, and I'm already wearing it."

S: "Tell me how it feels."

Me: "I can't quite put my finger on it… It's a little uncomfortable, maybe because it's my first time wearing it. It feels like the bottom is pulled up really high…"

S: "Good job, xxx. You've gotten into character, very good. Now do as I say. You must
always remember your identity and the conditions of the sub. Absolute obedience, understand?"

Me: "Understood, Master." To be honest, I was still a little scared when I heard those words, worried that I might ask for too much.
What should I do if I can't do what I'm told? This is how I felt during my first virtual SM training. Fear and
excitement alternated inside me, like two mice chasing each other.

S: "Unhook your bra..."

Although we couldn't see each other, I still felt ashamed. The strange man's voice was right next to my ear, as if a pair of
eyes were staring at me, eyes full of desire and wildness. I waited a moment, then reached
behind unhooked my bra, placing it aside.

"Master, I... I've already taken it off." My voice was much softer.

S: "Use your hands to caress, properly, with a little force, to do this for your master."

Me: "Yes, Master." I closed my eyes, not daring to look at my own actions, but my hands still obediently
touched my breasts. The moment I touched them, I trembled slightly. I never masturbated, and I had never done this before,
but today, I succumbed to a man's command. I slowly rubbed, but
the image of that man filled my mind—a blurry, indistinct man, greedily admiring me, as if
every cell in my body was throbbing, my blood flowing with lust. My breathing quickened, and my breasts swelled and hardened
.

S: "Move one hand down to your private parts."

Me: "Yes, Master." My body no longer obeyed my commands; the sticky fluid made my lower body
incredibly . I even let out a soft moan: "Master, I... I've... come."

S liked to repeatedly emphasize his masterly status, liked to use humiliating language to make me lose myself faster,
loved to say: "You are my sex slave, aren't you?" "Your body and heart can only belong to me, this man." "Offer
yourself up, your body was born a man's." "Do you like being fucked like this?" These words
excited me even faster, my face flushed hot. Deep inside my private parts, it itched so much, I longed for
a man's fullness, even being torn apart didn't matter. Come on, I need a man, I need an orgasm, I craved it.

The bottom of my lace panties was completely wet, and more liquid seeped out, sticking to the leather seat beneath me.

S stopped giving orders at this moment, instead demanding I crawl on the floor. "Crawl on the floor, stick your ass up
high ." My voice was heavy with breath: "Yes, Master." I

obediently crawled onto the carpet, the headphone wire wrapped around my front, like a dog. I almost
cried , but my lust betrayed me, making me forget the existence of time and space. I only knew that I no longer belonged to myself, but to my master
. S: "Rhythmically, slap your own ass." His voice was always slow, with a
noble quality; every word he spoke was a command. I gritted my teeth and reached out with my right hand
to slap my right buttock. A crisp "smack" sounded, and a burning pain shot through my buttocks. "Master, it hurts a little," I
pleaded weakly. S, however, maintained his usual tone: "I heard you. Keep going. I'm going to make you lose your humanity,
understand?" "Yes, Master." One slap after another, I slapped my own buttocks until they
ached, about ten slaps. Unable to bear it any longer, I begged, "Master, I can't take it
anymore. Please spare me this time! I'll do better next time. Have pity on your new slave."

S smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I know what moderation is. Keep this position, no need to slap anymore."

I was covered in sweat, my buttocks still ached, and my private parts were still yearning for penetration!

S: "We're going to do penetration training. Are you okay with that?"

Me: "Master, I'll do whatever you say. I only ask that you forgive me for being a virgin."

S: "Then find a substitute. You don't have any of these at home."

Me: "Yes, Master, I've never even heard of them, let alone seen them."

S: "Then go look for them at home. I'll wait for you."

Me: "Yes, Master, I'll go find them right away."

I didn't know what he needed, but he mentioned penetration, so I figured it meant penetration of the lower body.
However, I'd never seen, let alone bought, any of the sex toys he'd mentioned before. I couldn't think of
anything at home that could be a substitute, because besides a man's body, I'd never thought of using anything else to replace penetration.
I don't even touch myself with my hands, and when I shower, I only wash my vulva. He really stumped me.
After searching around, I found a condom first. Whatever it is, this is important. I accidentally saw something on the dressing
table . I'll use that; it'll be more suitable.

I took it and immediately returned to the computer. "Master, I brought it."

S: "What is it? Tell me, how long and how thick?"

Part 4

My voice weakened, the unconscious confusion making my body burn. I became wanton,
a woman only pursuing orgasm. At this moment, I wouldn't want mountains of gold and silver; I only wanted to reclaim my
right to be a woman, to be pampered by a man, to be loved with his charm. S smiled slightly and asked
what , and wanted me to tell him its size. I breathed softly, "Master, it's a lipstick. I really
can't find anything else."

"Okay, then put it in immediately." His evil face appeared in my mind. Although I had never seen his
face and could only fantasize, the demon within me was released at this moment. Yes, it was him,
the man who wanted to possess me. I was like a controlled machine, obediently doing as he pleased. No foreign object had entered my body before,
and I was very careful to protect myself. I put on the prepared Durex, and the cool lipstick
slid into the moist liquid. "...Oh..." I gasped for breath, the tension in my body causing
me to contract, which only further aroused my lust. In my mind's eye, my master was ravaging me, yet I shamefully
indulged in pleasure. "I...haven't felt pleasure in a long time." My right hand slowly moved the end of the lipstick in my hand,
S's laughter still intoxicating: "From now on, I am your man. You can no longer use your
body to satisfy others at will; you must get my permission." He kept saying similar things, while I let out
intermittent gasps and moans, trying to tightly clench my legs... "This is
a different kind of orgasm for you!" S suddenly commanded authoritatively, and I had no choice but to speed up my movements, arching my back...
S's hips swayed, and she pressed me further: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"
The waves of made me immersed in this stimulation. I forgot that I was a wife, forgot that I was a
mother of a daughter. At that moment, I seemed to use my last bit of strength to respond in a low voice: "I...I'm thinking...I'm thinking about
your penis, please come in." S also hissed in a low voice: "Slut...I swear, I will definitely penetrate your body
sooner or later ."

Suddenly my mind went blank, and slowly I seemed to see myself as a child, an innocent
and carefree little girl, wearing a flowery dress, jumping rope in the sunlight; and I seemed to return to the
scene of meeting my first boyfriend, a shy girl following behind a handsome boy, secretly holding his hand; and
somehow many people appeared in front of me, laughing and blessing me. Oh, that was my wedding
day...

When I regained my senses, there was a mess on the ground below me, my chest was still rising and falling slightly, the orgasm had
just subsided. I barely stood up, and S typed a line of words on the computer and then went offline. I stood there, stunned
, not . Suddenly, I wanted to burst into tears, a wave of guilt and betrayal washing over me.

I wondered how I could face my lovely child, my kind husband, my colleagues, and my life. I
wiped away my tears and quietly told myself: This is the only time, and the last time. Yes, I can't do this;
I'll ruin myself. So I quickly cleaned up the mess, took a quick shower, and soaked myself in the water for a long time.

I changed into another white lace outfit, put on a casual jacket, and did all that. My emotions calmed down. My husband came home shortly
after . I didn't look at him directly, just said, "Let's go pick up our daughter and have
dinner at a friend's house." He agreed and went after changing. Watching his back as he went into the bedroom, I gritted my teeth…

For ten days, I didn't go online, trying my best to avoid possibly running into S again. Sometimes I would think of those scenes, and my face would flush with guilt for my lewdness. The next time I encountered S was because I found an unexpected condom
in my husband's pocket.
When I do his laundry, I always check to see if
I . While looking for his pants, I pulled out an unused condom—not even
the Durex we usually use. Like a bolt of lightning, I was struck. I muttered to myself, "Men, nothing more." I tossed
the condom into the trash bag without mentioning it to my husband; he probably doesn't
know. I don't want to know, but my heart feels cracked.

I went back online. S sent me an email. Reading it [in its entirety] gave me a surge of emotion; I even thought, "
How wonderful it would be to have such a master." But I haven't decided whether to go back to the way things were, even though those
words remind me again that I'm actually a woman with needs. One day at work, Lingli (a female colleague)
was dressed very elegantly, attracting envious and longing glances from everyone. Privately, Lingli told me her
lover was amazing. We were like sisters, sharing everything. She talked at length about her lover's prowess,
how exciting he was, even telling me about his multiple orgasms in one night, explaining her pleasure. She said, "Sister X,
we women are so lucky." I swallowed the words I was about to say, thinking I wish everyone was this lucky.
When I got home from work, my husband was already home. Suddenly, an idea struck me. I jumped in front of him and said sweetly, "Honey
, I missed you so much! It's been so many days!" He glared at me and said, "You're joking in broad daylight!" I continued to pester him, saying,
"Our daughter's at a friend's house, it'll just be the two of us, enjoy it!" My
husband and said, "Go cook, we'll talk about it later," and then went to watch TV. I cooled off. Fine, I'll
be your housewife.

I started actively seeking out S, but his schedule was irregular, as if punishing my disobedience. I spent even
more time online. It seemed like I stopped caring about anything else. When I got home from work, the first thing I did was check the internet
for messages, then I'd do housework, spend time with my daughter, and watch TV. But my heart was still with that passionate moment, giving
me a different kind of climax. In the lonely nights, I would secretly try to imitate the old ways of training, caressing
my body, but the needs of my heart could not be satisfied by mere caresses. My face flushed as I stared at my reflection in the mirror,
seemingly overwhelmed by the alluring scene before me. I would tremble, constantly becoming wet, keeping me awake all night.

S sent another email: "Last chance, be my M. Your happiness
cannot ."

Part 5:

I lightly applied some eyebrow makeup and a few drops of Estee Lauder perfume. With my curves and mature
aura, I wouldn't lose to a youthful, lively girl. I had taken off my trousers, but then thought better of it and
took out a cream-colored suit I'd bought a month ago, wearing thin stockings underneath. When I entered the office, I knew
without looking that many people's eyes were filled with surprise. Lingli laughed and said she was jealous, that she'd been overshadowed.
I said, "How could that be? I'm an old woman." But secretly, I was happy that I hadn't lost my charm and could still be dazzling;
a woman 's vanity made me smug. But I can still maintain my old habits and style. If colleagues praise me, I
just smile and say it's just a new dress. Male colleagues might see more in their eyes, but I
ignore them. If I want to eat an apple, I'll pick a red, delicious one. Although there are many apples,
none of are my favorites. Too many men only think with their lower bodies. They never realize
that it's easier to win a woman's heart. If a woman's heart is captured, what can't she give? These men
are just stupid enough to invite her to dinner, dances, and flowers, thinking they're so clever, using sex as their achievement.
I still politely decline the various invitations that appear after work, whether it's karaoke or dinner.
Text messages have increased. Whether it's passionate confessions or subtle hints, I only read the whole thing and then delete it, because
I already have someone I'm looking forward to. Although they haven't appeared yet, I've decided to give myself to this person.
I'm spending more time in front of the computer than before. I've developed feelings for someone—a longing and concern.
Is it love? I asked myself these questions, but I couldn't understand these feelings. I still didn't understand if there was love in SM,
and what kind of situation it would be. I understand that S's schedule is irregular, and he has his own career and work. I always...
I would wait quietly for him to appear, though I would get a little impatient; he already controlled my
mood . S also cherished me, and when he had plenty of time, he would meet me online. Our conversations
weren't limited to SM; we also discussed marriage, life, and many other things. I was often amused by his
humor and cheerfulness. Subconsciously, I think I had fallen in love with him. A woman's emotions are easily revealed
and tend to be genuine. I told S about my worries and thoughts because we lived in different cities and had
our own families, so there were some issues we had to consider. He readily accepted them, saying he also preferred a romantic
approach to SM. I liked his understanding and generosity. If he were in my presence, I think I would throw myself into his
arms and enjoy the warm embrace of a good man. When time allowed, S would make requests for "training,"
which I usually complied with. He also continued to tell me many things about the industry and his experiences. Besides being curious and excited, I
don't know what other words to use to describe it, but I longed for this currently secretive community.

I was blinded by desire; I had lost all feeling for my husband's sex life. That night, he asked for sex.
As he groped me like a puppet, I sneered. He usually didn't turn on the lights, didn't see his
wife's sexy side, and didn't know how many men fantasized about her alluring body. When his fingers
started to probe, I wasn't as wet as before, and I felt some pain in my lower body, but I didn't say anything, letting him continue. After all,
I was his wife. He seemed a little surprised and asked if I wasn't aroused yet. I said it would take a while, and he
sounded excited, continuing his caresses. A feeling of disgust welled up inside me. Why was I being treated like this?

And then, the gentle voice and sweet words of his earlier lover flashed through my mind. I couldn't help but think of them—
how passionate, how desirable! I slowly began to moan, and my genitals started to secrete fluid. My husband
didn't notice anything amiss, happily taking off his clothes and entering me. I held my husband close, matching his
thrusts , but he would never have imagined that my wetness and pleasure were for another man. He also
couldn't possibly know that I was mistaking him for another woman. My husband was breathing heavily; I knew his habits.
With a slight contraction of my lower body, he ejaculated. I took out a tissue to wipe my private parts. He asked if I felt good, and I
replied was fine and needed to wash up. Satisfied, he turned over and went to sleep. I went to the bathroom, hiding my still-hot body in
a corner, rubbing my most sensitive spot with one hand. "Master, come to me, please, I want you, I
really need you." I bit a towel, afraid that my moans would attract my husband's attention, and stimulated myself with my
fingers . In just a few minutes, in sexual fantasies and masturbation, I reached orgasm. I
didn't understand pleasure before, but now I know the wonder. I don't want to betray my right to be a woman.

Back in bed, I could finally get a good night's sleep, no longer waiting foolishly like before.
I think I can still actively seek out some enjoyment and purpose in life, even if it's just small satisfactions. It makes me feel
much better, because the next day I'm filled with hope. I don't want to be a bitter, resentful woman…

S told me he'd almost finished his work and could free up more time. He wanted to meet.
I was excited, but also afraid. Although I was infatuated with him, it was still just the internet, a virtual
world where you can say and do whatever you want. But facing a stranger in person, I didn't know
what to do. Saturday was my husband's business trip. They were supposed to be doing inspections, but many people
knew were just indulging in food and drink. People aren't stupid these days; it'll be several days before they return. S gentlemanly
said on the phone that his flight was at 11 pm, and I didn't need to pick him up, just go to the agreed-upon restaurant. Without thinking much, I just
said "okay" and hung up. My heart was filled with both joy and shyness. This day had finally arrived! I had been anticipating
this passion for so long. I looked in the mirror: How could I please S? Suddenly, I felt a little girlishly coquettish.
I would try my best. My wardrobe contained lingerie styles he liked, all bought according to his requests after we met
. He liked women who were elegant and not flashy, who possessed both grace and sexiness. But after looking and looking,
I couldn't find satisfied me. I was a little annoyed that I hadn't gone shopping more. I remembered
what S had said before, what kind of woman he was most attracted to. So, I would appear in that kind of way. He liked
things to progress gradually , so I would be a cute, clumsy woman too :)

I took a bath, as if to attend a mass, to clean myself thoroughly. I didn't choose any particularly sexy
lingerie, but simply wore white lace panties with only a rose on the front. The silk felt smooth and comfortable against my skin
. I know some of S's hobbies and what kind of pleasure excites him. I put on my suspender stockings, which is a kind
of pleasure that my husband will never and could never enjoy. My breasts are not perky, but they are full. My bra can lift them
up a bit, and I still look charming. All I want to do is show myself off. I promised S that I
would not be a housewife.

While I was doing all this, the phone rang again. S asked in a low voice if I was done. My heart skipped a beat: "
Master , I'm done. I'll go to the hotel now."

Part 6

The door was ajar. I stood outside, carrying my handbag, unsure how to go in. I thought I wouldn't even know where to put my hands when I
saw him. My heart was pounding. "What will he do to me? Will he really
force me like they say online?" "Or will he be gentle like a lover?" Some
guesses . At that moment, those fierce desires overwhelmed me. On the way to the hotel, I had imagined
the passionate scene between the two of us countless times. Those shameful thoughts had already made me very aroused. Suppressing the joy that was about to burst forth, I gently
pushed open the door and went in.

He was sitting there quietly. There were a few cigarette butts on the ashtray next to him. It seemed he was also looking forward to it.

I lowered my head and just stood there, not knowing how to move or say a word. My face was
hot .

But even a fleeting glance was enough for me to see him clearly. He was exactly my type
: handsome, with a mature and masculine aura. Yet, I dared not look up, afraid he would see right through me,
and afraid of his gaze. Like a child caught doing something wrong in front of a teacher, I felt flustered. Then S said, "Look up
," his magnetic voice echoing in my mind. It was the voice I had once longed for night after night, the voice that stirred my heart, and now it was so real in my heart.
It was like a beautiful dream. To my surprise, although he told me how
harsh , he seemed exceptionally gentle. I became a lamb, at his mercy. I knew that today, no matter what
, those things would become reality, and I couldn't escape. In front of this man, I was about to have my dignity stripped away. He stood
up and moved closer to me. I was extremely nervous, my body trembling slightly. I bit my lip, but I still couldn't say
a word. I hated my own powerlessness. He spoke softly to me while gently pulling me
closer to his side. He smiled and said, "With your soft, boneless body nestled in my arms, I
'm going to savor it." My face flushed red, and I almost couldn't stand up straight in his strong embrace.
His hand reached to remove my coat, and in a moment of nervousness, I grabbed his hand. Through the fabric, I felt a
unique warmth, and the palm of his hand offered a wonderfully mature and wild touch. S didn't say anything, and I
gradually released my hand. S easily removed his coat, and I remained standing there like a work of art
. He surrounded me, scrutinizing me from head to toe with obvious approval… Then, with only my lace panties and bra left,
I thought he was going to undress me further, but he returned to his seat: “Go to the bed, stick your butt out high, crawl on all fours,
understand ?”

As if possessed, I obediently did so. I had no idea how to resist. Under his
gaze, his eyes greedily ravaged my body, as if he wanted to lick every inch of my skin.
A burning desire ignited within me. “Once you’ve done it, there’s no turning back. So be consumed by orgasm and pleasure.” I
did something I’d never done before. I don’t know where my boldness came from. I stuck my butt out and swayed gently.
I didn’t know if he would be satisfied, but I understood men somewhat, and I knew what drove them crazy.

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, cupping my breasts in my hands, and turned back to look at
him with a dazed gaze.

S was indeed excited. He smiled and said, "xxx, show me your best side, you are my
slut." I slowly took off my bra, not intentionally, but involuntarily moaning softly, my
throat yearning and expressing passionate needs. My hand pulled at the edge of my panties. "Master, I'm wet for you,
please...

love me." I buried my head deep in the pillow, and with both hands, little by little, pulled my panties down
to my calves. I heard S's movements; he stood up. Yes, I was about to be penetrated.
Quietly, I spread my legs slightly, anticipating.

But S didn't immediately have normal intercourse. Instead, he took out something. I heard a strange buzzing sound.
I was wondering what was going on when something entered my lower body, and it started vibrating violently. "Ah!" I
couldn't help but cry out, my hands gripping the sheets tightly. My God, what was this feeling? That thing was moving inside me. I
gritted my teeth, but my body couldn't control it. My private parts seemed to completely accept this thing, and a large amount of fluid flowed out.

It was so exciting! How could this be? The vibrations inside were constant, and I was so excited I could hardly breathe. My mind
was filled with this new kind of pleasure, but the increasingly intense sensation was unbearable. Waves of itching made me clench
my legs together. Then S took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back, holding my body and binding me in the way I had seen
online . He gently pulled, and I felt uncomfortable.
The ropes on my hands, feet, breasts, and buttocks caused pain in my flesh. I pleaded with him, but S still smiled and said, "xxx, I will cherish you. This is your first
time. You will slowly come to like my love."

He persisted, his eyes fixed on me, watching my expression to see if I had achieved his goal (I later
learned that S liked this kind of forced orgasm). Then, suddenly, he took out the still-humming
thing . My body was finally free from the shock of such stimulation. I wanted to take a deep breath, but S
penetrated me, holding me tightly, seemingly wanting to show his masculinity, thrusting wildly. My voice gradually
faded until I couldn't make a sound anymore, only gasp for breath. S screamed and ejaculated all his pride
into my body. I couldn't think about why I hadn't used a condom or how to prevent pregnancy
anymore. My body was limp and paralyzed. S climbed on top of me, looking at my flushed face. ...After a while, S stroked my hair, holding me like
a lover . I had no strength left, just obediently lying in his arms, wishing this day
would never end.

S asked why I had tears in my eyes. I smiled and said it was because you brought me joy. For so many years, I'd never
known what a real orgasm was like. S smiled too, saying, "It brought you a second spring, so cherish it."

I nodded. I asked S about not using a condom. He said he'd prepared in advance because he didn't like wearing them, so he
bought instant contraception. I playfully said, "You're so naughty! You think of everything! You've dragged me into this mess;
what am I going to do now?" S changed the subject, saying today was just a trial run. He said it was just like a beginner's game,
to make sure I wasn't used to it, so he did something simple. I was surprised and said, "What else are you going to do to me? I don't want anything
violent bloody." S said no, SM isn't all about that; he's only aiming for sexual orgasm.

I felt a little tired, and before I knew it, I'd dozed off for a while while he was talking.

I woke up still in S's arms. I quickly got up; I still had to pick up the children. Looking at S's sleeping face, I even
felt an urge to cherish this man. I quietly got dressed, tidied the messy bed, and
realized I wasn't just a woman seeking sex; I also longed for genuine connection. I knew S, with her sensitive nature, would understand
my heart. I left a note and left the hotel. When I got home, it was late. My daughter complained a little about her mother being
so . I felt a pang of pain in my heart. I picked up my daughter and kissed her cheek. At that
moment, I thought of the man at the hotel. Looking at my daughter, my husband's image reappeared. Family,
passion it's always difficult to have both. What would I do tomorrow? I didn't know. I took my daughter, got into the car, and just wanted to return to
my warm home.

Part 7

Back home, I found another set of underwear, showered again, and changed. I threw the set still smelling of the man and some semen
into the washing machine. Exhausted, I lazily lay on the sofa, while my daughter stared wide
-eyed at the TV. Viewed from the side, her innocent smile is visible, while the cat and mouse on TV seem to be chasing each other forever.
There are no winners. But how could my little daughter understand all this? She was only amused by the mouse's cleverness and
the cat 's clumsiness. I truly wish my daughter would never grow up, remaining in this fairytale world. If being human
is destined to involve painful experiences and trials, I even wish I had no children. But my darling is so lovely and beautiful;
I so desperately want her to live happily ever after. Yet her shameful mother has just experienced an orgasm under a man's body.
How can she face the unthinkable consequences? People often become unusually calm after indulging in passion. Happiness,
ethics , and responsibility may always be enemies; none can compromise with the other. I've tried to
separate family responsibility from passionate desires. Can I have both? I don't know yet, because I haven't tried. Is there
danger ahead? My lustful heart has already leaned towards depravity. I just don't want that monotonous life anymore.
I'm in my thirties; I don't want to become an abandoned woman in a few years. I don't want my youth and happiness to be worn away by time too
soon . In my heart, it seems I've made up my mind to take the risk and gamble my
fate on the volcano.

I called S that evening and told him I couldn't keep our appointment. My husband would call to check on me,
and although he wasn't intentionally checking up on me, I still didn't want to upset him. S was very understanding. He lowered his voice
and said, "Then you'll have to find someone else." I felt a little jealous and said, annoyed, "You'd better be careful, there are a lot of diseases out there." S laughed and
said, "How could that be? With a woman as wonderful as me, those ordinary women would avoid me like the plague. Why would I go looking for someone else?" A woman's
heart is complex, and his praise made my vanity flutter. In front of S, I felt like I was back in the days of
passionate , wanting to be a little woman, to be coquettish, to bicker, and to receive a man's affection. My heart, dormant for many years,
seemed to have taken a nap and become active again, joyfully savoring the sweetness. I'm just one of those women who are born dreamers
, and I felt incredibly relaxed and happy. Resting my head on those colorful fantasies, with a secret smile, I
said goodnight to S.

"Come have dinner with me, and remember you can only wear a skirt." I was ironing clothes at home when S's phone call
startled . "I have to take care of my daughter at home," I told the truth. "Your husband isn't home these days, and we
agreed that you belong only to me. Don't forget you're the submissive." S hung up. I had no choice but to go back to my room, put on
the dress I was asked to wear, and call my girlfriend to come to my place. I lied and said I was going to see a sick classmate, so I took a taxi to
the hotel. S was unexpectedly waiting in the lobby. As soon as he saw me, he tried to put his arm around my waist again. I tried to
dodge, but he didn't care and asked, "Do you know anyone here?" I had no choice but to agree. We went to the restaurant together.
There weren't many people there yet. S and I sat in the left corner. Although it was a large glass wall, thankfully there were curtains
to block the view. I was still worried that someone I knew might pass by and I might be recognized. But then I thought it was funny. How
could it be such a coincidence? It was just my imagination. S ordered a few dishes and then leaned close to me and asked affectionately if I had slept
well. I said I did. He asked if I slept well because I was satisfied. I secretly pushed him away and said, "Don't be so
annoying ." S just smiled and didn't answer. He glanced around, as if confirming something, and then,
as if by magic, produced something. I stared in disbelief and asked, "What are you doing in public?" S moved even
closer to me, speaking into my ear while his hand secretly slipped under my skirt. I hurriedly tried to
stop his hands. Although I couldn't see his hands from the table, I knew the danger of being teased.
What if someone saw me? I'd be so embarrassed. But he remained calm, pulling aside my coverings and
assaulting my private parts. The back of my dress was slightly ripped, revealing a thin bra strap. The black strap
and the exposed white back looked incredibly sexy. I thought he really liked this outfit and that it
aroused him, but I never expected him to want it in a restaurant. I was both happy that my charm had worked and
worried about his bold advances. He whispered, "This is an electric device. You can't
make any expression for a while. I'll give you a different kind of stimulation."

Before I could say anything, his fingers touched the edge of my underwear. "There... please don't..." I
had to look around, worried that others might notice. Luckily, there weren't many people eating, and we were seated
a few tables apart.

S's fingers slipped inside my underwear. I wanted to cry out, but I had to keep my mouth tightly shut, pretending to be
relaxed while waiting for the food. But my body clearly betrayed my restraint. He gently
teased my smooth flesh with his index finger, and my face flushed with passion again, a light sheen of sweat appearing on my forehead.

My private parts were already wet with fluid, soaking my pink underwear. S's fingers continued at a steady pace. I
covered half my face with one hand, not wanting anyone to notice my strange expression. S placed the electric device
under my hand on the table, saying I had to insert it myself. I gave him a pleading look, but he gave me a cold look.
Afraid of angering him, I could only nod. Just then, the waiter brought out the first dish. S smiled and said, "Let's try their
signature dish." The waitress explained it with great interest, but I couldn't hear a word. I was too wet down there
.

S gave me a hint, actually telling me to do it now. I hesitated for a moment, then used
the device under my skirt against my private parts, hooking my fingers around the edge and slowly inserting it... The muscles inside immediately contracted,
as if holding something in their mouth. With the help of the slippery liquid, it was easy to insert the device a third of the way in.
S looked at my expression with satisfaction. He knew I had done as he instructed and didn't need to check my
movements, especially since the waitress was explaining the origin of the dish's name in fluent Mandarin. But my desire was
being ignited, my suppressed sexual urges were driving me crazy. Dishes kept coming, one after another
, but I only managed a few bites. My lower body was still swollen from the instruments, and I had no appetite. I wished
time pass quickly; I couldn't bear this torment any longer. I looked at S with pleading eyes several times, but S just
ate the delicious food with relish. I endured the humiliation and begged S softly, "Master, I was wrong. Please
let me go. You can punish me however you want in the room. I can't take it here." I wasn't a stupid woman; I
knew how to satisfy this man's vanity. He would surely forgive me. Sure enough, S smiled, called
the waitress to take the bill, and took me back to the room.

As soon as we entered, he pushed me to the ground and, like a madman, tore off my underwear, letting...
I crawled, pressing his tongue between my legs, sucking it back and forth. "Ah..." I couldn't
find the words to describe the wonderful feeling. The previous wetness and the insertion of the foreign object had already made me a little
dizzy, and now his skillful tongue took me to another realm. "Master..." I could only utter two
words before only moaning remained. I no longer cared about the dignity of women, and I moaned with pleasure. Right there on the carpet
, we made love. Two figures appeared on the wall, tall figures moving rapidly, while
the one crawling was only able to cry out weakly from the impact. "Give it to me...give it to me quickly...let me die..."

I was getting closer and closer to S's goal. He wanted to make me completely
submit to his penis through this kind of sexual torture and orgasmic stimulation. I really couldn't resist. As he pressed firmly to the deepest part, my orgasm
came , and he also ejaculated a warm stream. I collapsed again.

S's hand was still on my buttocks, and seeing my dazed gaze, he looked very conquering. I liked his
charm; although I was about to climax, the lover's caresses made me feel even more comfortable, and I nestled comfortably against his
chest. S said he was surprised by my skills in bed, and I said, "That's all thanks to you. I never thought of so
many things before, and you always tried to torment me." S said it was best if he could bring me happiness, and I said meaningfully, "
I hope happiness lasts forever." S said, "As long as you're obedient." I said, "Am I not obedient?" I had done such a rebellious thing,
violating many morals, and I said I didn't even understand if what I did was right or wrong. Seeing that I was getting a little excited,
S gently kissed my lips again and slowly began to caress me. I could never resist this man's tenderness,
so I accepted his invasion once more. His first fluids were still inside me, and he
lifted my legs high, making me feel my lower body being stretched open, and then I fell into a twitching, soul-stirring state. My whole body felt
tingly and numb. I tried to lift my lower body, matching each of his thrusts, letting out passionate
moans . S's stamina exceeded my expectations. He was adept at adjusting his technique and pace. I thought he
was like any other 40-year-old man, that he would ejaculate with the slightest movement. But I was wrong. He was constantly observing my
sensations and physical changes, stimulating me accordingly. Gradually, I ran out of strength, but he could still hold
my buttocks and continue thrusting…

I went to the bathroom to wash, feeling his fluids flowing out. S's words during his frenzy left me
with lingering fear . I liked the feeling of having an affair and didn't mind his unconventional training, but what he said
terrified me. Did he expect me to do the things he showed me in those porn movies? I can shout,
I can moan so loudly that it ignites a man's lust, even with the crudest language, but that's only when I'm with him.
The savagery I see in the film, the strange man, and the club he talks about… I can't even imagine
why I've become such a wanton woman, letting the water from the showerhead stream down my face—are there
tears in them? My fallen soul has plunged into an abyss of no return. Can it ever go back to the way it was before? No. My
sorrow, the sorrow of being a woman? I don't know.

Part 8

These past few days, the number of times we've had sex has even exceeded the total number of times I've had sex with my husband in the past six months. I've been completely drawn into desire and passion,
only enjoying the physical pleasure, reaching orgasm with each moan and thrust. To say that
I've completely fallen into the role of a harlot wouldn't be an exaggeration. Perhaps I want to erase those past memories in this kind of
depravity ; the more I pursue sexual stimulation, the more I can calm those shadows.

When S left, he looked a little unwell. I laughed and said it was all because he wanted to show off. He patted my
bottom on purpose and said I wasn't much better off; he'd mentioned his back was aching earlier. Seeing him off at the airport, I was
reluctant to part, but it had to be. He unexpectedly kissed me, and I was happy, like a wife seeing
her husband off on a business trip. To outsiders, we seemed like such a happy couple. I even fantasized about this
scene; how wonderful it would be if it were really my husband. As I turned to leave, I felt melancholy, thinking about
what and what I had lost. Back home, I slept soundly, and my husband's return
was approaching.

These secret meetings weren't frequent, because my husband didn't travel so often, but I was quite content.
I no longer felt the anxiety and unease of before, and I stopped thinking about it. My husband went to work and came home as usual. I no longer cared about his
affairs outside. Before, I might have minded, but now I no longer concerned about what he did. I
continued working and coming home to take care of my daughter as usual. I am still a wife, and my
responsibilities in this regard will not diminish because of S's situation. I had thought about having my cake and eating it too, and I was doing it. Meanwhile, S
was meticulously planning something deeper into SM.

I told my husband I was going to visit an old classmate for 2-3 days. He knew the girl's city and only told
me I'd be back after a short visit because he had to go on a business trip in a few days. I packed a few things, and S was in
that city! He even said he would take me to a party. When I arrived, I didn't immediately go to see S. Instead, I went to my classmate's
house. She was very perceptive and said I was meeting my lover. I omitted the SM part and admitted to having a lover. She said, "
You're so lucky. You can happily experience being loved again, and so easily." I smiled and asked, "Do you have one too?"

She nodded and revealed some details. Haha, it turned out she also had a lover, but they lived too far away.
He was a teacher, and they had only met once. Due to some factors, she could only suffer from unrequited love. Listening
to her words, I seemed to think about many things. So many families harbored so many secrets—was it
a reflection on human nature, or a sign of societal decay? These were thoughts I hadn't considered at the time
; only chatted and laughed with her for a while, explained some things, and left.

As dusk approached, while those around me sought pleasure amidst the neon lights and revelry, I was about to
do something I never imagined. In S's car, I laid my black handbag flat on my lap
, glancing at S's eyes. He was simply listening to a CD while the car moved slowly forward.

Could I remain calm? The guilt in my heart was no longer something that could be erased. Satan was once an
angel; why did he become the source of evil? God placed the forbidden fruit in the courtyard, but forbade anyone to eat it—that was for…
Why create forbidden fruit? Under S's repeated temptations, I unknowingly lost what I called humanity,
chasing sensual pleasures in a sea of desire. I looked out the car window; the rain was drizzling. Around the corner,
in the KFC window, there were many people—couples, families, friends—joyfully together. I seemed to see my own
reflection in that scene, a pain rising in my heart—was it tearing apart, or the smile of Satan? When I looked back at S,
the car screeched to a halt.

We had arrived at the XXXX Club. I linked arms with S; the inconspicuous glowing lettering concealed
secrets unknown to many. It looked like a bar from the outside, and inside it was just like any other
bar Short-skirted waitresses carried their own brands, enthusiastically
recommending their drinks to every customer. In one corner of the hall was a small stage where a
girl was singing into a microphone. All around were you and me, ordinary people from everyday life. A dejected young man slunk into
a beer ; a glamorous woman clung to a middle-aged man's lap. In the dimly lit areas, only vague
figures could be seen moving about. I followed S closely, quickly making my way down the corridor to the other end of the bar. Seeing
six burly men outside, I knew the legendary club was finally here.

I stood beside S like a noblewoman as she showed a card to one of the men.
The man checked it against a list in his hand, smiled, and nodded. Then, the small door opened, revealing
a completely different world… I was amazed by the sheer size of the space. Its
decor could only be described as opulent. A large crystal chandelier hung in the center, above which was a rectangular platform surrounded by fan-shaped
round tables, where many people were already chatting and laughing. If SM hadn't mentioned it beforehand, I would have thought it was a
Politburo Standing Committee meeting, because their attire and behavior showed absolutely nothing unusual; it was just like
a regular cocktail party. The women weren't overly glamorous or revealing.

I think it's because they don't need to attract anything; they're submissives with their own dominants, simply following their
masters. I, too, dressed quite ladylike: a women's open-necked top,
a low boots. The dominant, as if recognizing an acquaintance, left me at my seat to greet others.
I still felt oppressed and confused by the atmosphere. How could this be? These people having sex in a place like this…
I couldn’t think straight. There was a slightly curved staircase ahead, and going up, I could see what looked like karaoke
rooms, probably the VIP rooms S mentioned.

S brought a man and a woman over. The man was tall and imposing, and the woman looked quite young. S said she was his friend,
someone who worked in electronics. The man looked me up and down, and said enviously to S, “Where did you find such a beautiful woman?” S
just smiled and started chatting. I didn’t say a word, but I glanced at the woman a few times. She
smiled calmly at me, but I could clearly sense something in her eyes, though it was fleeting. She was also
very beautiful, with a curvaceous figure and an air of elegance. We didn’t say much, just quietly
waiting for something, while the others seemed to be waiting for the opening ceremony of a party. Just then, a door opened,
and several people came out. The man in the lead was clearly a key figure; his demeanor was
extraordinary , and everyone greeted him respectfully. He approached the platform with a smile. (After much deliberation,
I've omitted some details, including meeting a prominent entrepreneur I'd seen on television, and another
, which S later described as a high-ranking official in the public security and judicial system—this alone was a shock to me.) He exchanged pleasantries, essentially
focusing on sex and the pursuit of pleasure. As soon as he finished speaking, music began to play. Instantly, the atmosphere changed completely. Leading the crowd's lust was a voluptuous woman on the platform, waving her arms. Then two young, naked men approached and began to molest them. Watching the bodies, without exception, my own lust was aroused. I'd never experienced such stimulation before, witnessing others' sexual activity firsthand, and it was so intense. S lightly probed under my skirt with his fingers; I was already incredibly wet, even feeling the moisture seep into the bottom of my skirt, despite the thick fabric. 　　I was breathing softly. If S asked, I would immediately swallow his penis; the itching inside made me restless. The surrounding area was rife with lewdness. Some men had their submissives crawling between , the submissives' heads bobbing up and down; others simply slipped their hands under the submissives' skirts and teased them. Some were even embracing and having sex. But S didn't say anything, just watched the passionate scene. He turned and whispered something to his friend , then led me up the stairs. We went into room 07, and soon his friend arrived with his female companion. S started undressing me without a care in the world. I was nervous being so close to others, and I stole glances at my friend and his companion. They started having sex with practiced ease, without any embarrassment. The young girl even started moaning. S laid me down on the bed and kissed my body tenderly, his wet tongue licking every nook and cranny. In a short while, I was completely absorbed, no longer caring about the strangers around me. I raised my genitals so S's tongue could penetrate deeper. I liked it when men did this; it made me happy and aroused my passion. S merely touched my labia, and my body trembled involuntarily , my private parts secreting fluid. During our passionate embrace, S would bind my body, but were merely decorative, wrapping around my chest, then my waist, and across my thighs. When he inserted his middle finger completely, I had already fallen entirely into the abyss of greed. 　　When I felt four hands on my body, I opened my eyes. His friend chuckled lewdly, tightening the ropes, and I felt a sharp pain. "Why is this happening?" I was terrified. Where was my S? My friend's female companion had already been blindfolded, bound, and lying to one side, her genitals buzzing. I knew it was an electric device, and they were letting it writhe, torturing me alone, and I had no control over myself. S sucked on my breasts, holding me tightly in his arms. His friend, holding another device, unhesitatingly spread my genitals apart . I suppressed the urge to scream, closed my eyes, knowing what was about to happen.

It was a device even larger than a man's. "You..." In an instant, I felt pain. As he slowly pushed it
all the way in, my body completely betrayed me, and the lustful desires hidden within me erupted. I
moaned like a prostitute, "I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore..." My lower body was burning hot, with a slight
pain, but the pleasure it brought made me crave even more intense thrusts. There was a pungent taste on my lips. S had
erected , and I took it into my mouth, licking it diligently. S gently thrust in and out, while his friend quickened
the pace of his hand, engulfing me in intense pleasure. He even inserted his fingers into my anus. I did
n't care about , I just wanted to be filled, to die in orgasm. "Give it to me... please... I beg you
..."

Another moment of brutality... the two of them were frantically raping me, and in the end, I knew nothing more.

I boarded the plane with the mark on my thigh. I wasn't actually worried about my husband seeing it; it was just that
after the extreme pleasure, I felt tired and even more lost about myself. When I saw my daughter say, "Mommy
, I miss you," I couldn't help but cry. What is it that I really want? Why can't I figure it out? I hugged
my daughter , and kept hugging her, sitting on the sofa.

Part 9

My husband hadn't come home yet. We talked on the phone that night. He sounded a little tired and said the trip hadn't been very pleasant.
I told him to take care of himself and come home early. He smiled and said it was rare for him to care about me like that. After hanging up, I lay quietly on
the sofa , feeling a bit uneasy. I only felt deep affection for my husband, while all those
fantasies, romances, and loves I had for women had vanished. I'm not so detached from worldly affairs, so why
did I end the joys and pleasures of life so early? Or was my approach wrong? My husband's dullness led me
to have an affair, and to this absurd, bizarre sexual relationship. The recurring images of lust made me feel like a drug addict,
desperately seeking satisfaction. I turned off the main living room light, leaving only a faint yellow glow. The scene from last time was
lingering in my mind, my senses intensely stimulated. Even now, touching my skin, I could still
feel a burning, erotic sensation. Being called "baby" by that unfamiliar voice seemed to pluck a string somewhere
within me. I writhed and swayed beneath him, my inner womanly desires pushing me to the limit, wanting to
attract and seduce him. I wanted to be everyone's darling.

The marks from the rope bindings were still clearly visible beneath my short nightgown. Because that lewd position aroused men
, S and his friends had also made me submit to their tight bonds. My right leg had been suspended for
a longer time, leaving a scar on my inner thigh. S reassured me that my skin was elastic and would heal
naturally . Actually, he didn't need to worry about it. Even if my body showed any unusual signs, he
wouldn't notice unless I told him. The most shocking scene was seeing myself as a slave in that specially placed
dressing mirror . A snow-white body groaned under the gaze of two men,
while a young woman beside me writhed amidst the buzzing of instruments. If I hadn't gone online that time,
if I hadn't met S, I think I would never have been in such a state. But at that moment, I
had no thoughts, no soul, only a wanton body. S easily saw through my thoughts,
tearing away my dignified facade bit by bit with his words. I knew I couldn't escape this man. No one would save
me, no one would understand my heart. I easily surrendered my body to S for his arbitrary humiliation, and I was a wife… I felt

a little wet. These thoughts flashed through my mind like scenes from an old movie, but my senses are very sensitive.
Even an unintentional touch could arouse deep-seated desires. My body is much more sensitive now than before.
Is it a good thing? Is it a bad thing? I didn't want to think about it anymore. I went back to my room, lay quietly, turned the CD volume
down very low, and waited to fall asleep.

"You don't look well, are you sick?"

Am I? I touched my cheeks. I shouldn't be. I put on light makeup before leaving this morning and
checked myself ; I looked fine. Lingli playfully said she was scaring me, but she said my mental state was a little different.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but perhaps because we're close and she's very perceptive, she's very observant
. I told her she was overthinking it, mind her own business, why speculate about others? Since she could see it that way,
maybe I really am a little different. I thought to myself: I need to be extra careful. No matter what, I
absolutely , not even about a mosquito or a mouse. Suddenly, I felt tense,
like I'd just killed someone. I was constantly worried my crime would be discovered, and I was looking at people strangely. Lingli invited me to lunch, but I
refused. I just ate something in the office by myself. My husband would be home in the afternoon. There wasn't much to think about. S had sent
a few text messages. Having a "lover" and a husband—is that happiness? But the excessive sentimentality surrounding S is
undeniable ; she's like a young girl falling deeply in love, yearning for him. S is a handsome man, and
to dedicate oneself to such a man is rare indeed.

This lingering affection continues. Even her husband's return hasn't changed anything. Aside from his wifely duties,
he seems to feel my heart is elsewhere. He has some complaints, but because he always gives in to me, it
doesn't seem to affect anything. It's as if our family life is unrelated to these things. And indeed,
since , we haven't argued about anything. He always gives in, sometimes even resorting to a little trickery, so I
confidently "control" his emotions, and he remains oblivious. Our relationship with S continues normally.
Sometimes, even when my husband is back on the phone, I don't hang up; we chat and laugh as if we were
old friends having a long talk. Because of S, I spend more time shopping. Women are all vain, aren't they? Some people
say that, but so what? Lingli, singing along
to the tune of "Men earn money, women spend money" and "Women should wear their most beautiful and unique clothes," accompanied me to and from the mall. She's young and beautiful, and loves fashionable
styles . I usually choose more elegant and sophisticated pieces, but our choices of lingerie are exactly the same: sexy and alluring.

Lingli, quite indignantly, said she wanted to maintain her appearance as well as mine in the future, lest she become a haggard housewife and be abandoned. When
I picked up a newly arrived camisole, her eyes widened. I laughed and said, "Haven't you ever worn one before? Want me to help you try it on?"
Lingli quickly waved her hand, saying no, and with a look of envy, she hoped her future husband would also be a man of taste and appreciation.
"I told her we should hurry, good men are rare." She smiled and said she was a virgin. "
I'd rather have surgery, and I can have as big as I want," she said, laughing shrewishly. "I don't want anything fake on me,
I just want to be more beautiful." Hearing this, I was a little dazed. What a lovely girl!

My phone rang with a familiar voice:

"What are you doing?"

"Shopping."

"Buying food?"

"No, I'm buying clothes with my colleagues."

"Oh, so you must be hoping I like them, buying the clothes I want."

"You're so genuine... annoying." I lowered my voice. "My colleagues are still here." "

Okay, I'm in XX city, arrived this morning. I didn't tell you, I wanted to surprise you. Find some free
time to come see me, I need you," S said gently. He caught me off guard again. He likes to be
like this . Are all S's so mysterious? I felt my heart racing. "Okay, I'll call you."
After hanging up, I hurriedly said goodbye to Lingli and quickly went home. As soon as I entered the house, I
threw
the bag on the sofa; I was a little hot from walking so fast. I poured myself a glass of water. My husband happened to come home too, smiling and telling me he'd bought some things. I nodded, and he said it was great, a wonderful weekend for the whole family. The phone rang again. I pretended to be a familiar
friend: "Just got home from shopping? My husband just got back too." S immediately understood, but he
didn't hang up, changing his tone: "Can't get out?" I quickly said, "Ah...ah...I'm so sorry...

I'll treat you to dinner next time...or tomorrow?" I wanted to end it quickly, so I hinted to S that I'd see him tomorrow.
Making a phone call like this in front of my husband still made me nervous. S chuckled on the other end: "He just got back from his business trip
a few days ago, right?" I hummed in agreement. S said strangely, "Do you have homework to do tonight?" "I was stunned by the question: 'Ah
...

∩ Can... Heh... Who knows...' He suddenly gave an order: '
Turn on . I want to know about your married life.' This... I wanted to say something, but he had already hung up. How
could this be?!

My husband asked if a colleague had invited me over. I quickly laughed and said it was just a joke. He said it was okay, and invited me
to come over. I said okay and hurried to the kitchen to make dinner, not wanting anyone to notice anything amiss. When I got to the kitchen,
I breathed heavily. S is too good at joking. I hurriedly dialed his number, my voice barely audible:
'S, isn't this a bit inappropriate? I'm scared.'

'Scared of what? Turn on your phone and put it under your pillow. Who will know?'

'But, I can't do it. I'm not used to it. This is too... Didn't we agree not to interfere in my life?'

'Is it interfering in your life? I just want to hear your voice. Also, you have to do it well, you understand what I mean.'

'You're just bullying me!'

'You're my M'" "Okay, baby, it's not a big deal. Come see me tomorrow, I still have to punish
you."

"I..." I hung up the phone helplessly. He's a man who wants to try everything.

And my husband really did seem to be indicating that we should be intimate that night. How could I refuse? It was supposed to be a perfectly
ordinary thing, but S's request made me uneasy. How could I let others know about my private life, especially
not to S? I knew my husband's routine, so I could only comfort myself by thinking that since it would be over quickly, the embarrassment
wouldn't be too unbearable.

After the children fell asleep, my husband returned to the bedroom. I knew this was his signal. I obediently tidied up
the living room and went back to the room. My husband wanted to hug me, but I told him to go take a shower first and change into his pajamas.
While he was in the bathroom, I secretly answered my phone under the covers. "So early? Heh, don't worry,
I'll hang up after you're done." I sighed and placed the phone face down on the bedside table.
To avoid attracting my husband's attention, I only turned on a dim orange light and turned off everything else. When my husband came out of the shower,
he asked me curiously why it was so dark. I quickly said it was for a better atmosphere. He smiled and hugged me tightly. My husband
is usually quite gentle during sex, always careful not to hurt me, gently caressing me. But I was uncharacteristically
nervous, telling myself to try my best not to make a sound. When he entered me, I still couldn't help myself and let out a soft moan
. My husband was breathing heavily, trying to penetrate deeper. Perhaps men all have a violent
tendency; I could gradually sense a wildness in him too. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt for betraying him—
the thrill of having an affair with another man behind my husband's back. I held him, spreading my legs slightly. At that
moment, I only wanted him to be happy, to know I was his wife.

I hadn't expected my husband to be so much better than usual tonight, lasting longer. Perhaps he was
right; my sexy lingerie and my body made him more vigorous. Although I faked an orgasm,
seeing his satisfied face lessened my guilt, but I didn't relax at all. I wondered
if S had hung up the phone. I got up and whispered that I needed to shower. He turned away, and I quickly grabbed my phone and went to the bathroom.
The phone was already hung up. I breathed a sigh of relief. That damned S.

That wretched person, he'd be coming to me tomorrow…

Part 10.

Although it was daytime, the light was dim after the curtains were drawn. The brown curtains and
the yellowish sofa complemented each other, and even several wall lamps were on, as if deliberately creating a nighttime atmosphere.

S opened the door and let me into the room without saying a word. Without uttering a sound, he went to a black bag to retrieve
something , while I simply stood there obediently, head down, waiting for his instructions. The moment I stepped out the door,
my identity changed. I was no longer a wife, nor a mother; in this world, I was merely a
submissive, S's sexual training object. To be a submissive according to his demands meant only being able to obey his master's every word
and command. I thought he would start with the instruments as before, but unexpectedly, he took out a folded
set of clothes and told me to change. It was a shirt, a light red plaid skirt, a bow tie, and
even a pair of white socks. I felt a pang of regret for my careful preparation that morning. Had S changed his tastes?
I didn't have time to think further, nor did I go to the bathroom. I could only change into the clothes prepared for me in front of S.
Although S was familiar with my body, I still felt embarrassed every time I took off my clothes in front of him. After putting on my socks...
It suddenly dawned on me—wasn't this a school uniform? S stepped forward and fastened the double leather collar around my neck,
looking me up and down with great satisfaction. He smiled and said that dressed like this, I [the whole text] had completely regained my youthful charm. Only then did he
reveal his intention: S wanted to play the role of teacher and student, while simultaneously experiencing the innocent charm of a cute high school student.
He even took out a thin metal rod. He ordered me to kneel down, the long rope held in his hand,
and then sat on the sofa to ask me questions. Actually, I really wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare, because to me,
this was clearly a childish game. Playing a nurse was acceptable, but asking me to play a little girl felt
too ridiculous for my age. When I knelt down, my short skirt rodned up quite a bit, clearly revealing my white underwear.
I knew about S's hobby; he especially liked to wear various underwear or a complete work uniform on me,
exposing my private parts.

"You're late for the appointed time." S seemed to want to be more realistic, making his tone as
stiff . I know there's a saying that if a woman wants to win a man's
heart, she must first win his stomach, meaning she wants him to love her cooking. Cleverly, I applied this to SM as well;
the more he acted this way, the better the solution was to cater to his tastes. I had just started to address S when he interrupted me, insisting
I call him "teacher." I could only say that I was taking a child to a friend's house. There was a
little incident Because I initially said I was taking a child, S corrected me, saying I was a female student and had no child. He seemed
annoyed because I hadn't gotten into character, so he came up behind me and told me to stick my butt out, then whipped me a few times with that long, stick-like
metal rod . I quickly explained that I was late because my husband was leaving late, and I needed to
take the child to a friend's house to take care of myself before I could go to the appointment. S smiled and said he knew, but since it was role-playing,
I should try my best to fulfill my role. He told me to answer again.

"I was taking... taking a kid away." A sharp pain shot through my buttocks. I thought he was serious; I shouldn't make another
mistake . Who knew what kind of torture he would come up with? Since we were in my city, I actually hoped it
was just sex, so there wouldn't be any traces and it wouldn't be discovered. But my initial thought was wrong. A dominant can't
just enjoy being a submissive through sex.

"Do you have a crush on classmate xxx?" As soon as he said the name, I knew it was his
friend from last time. I was a little worried. Was my master punishing me because he was jealous of how passionately I had acted with his friend
? But that was his intention too. But I knew I couldn't deny it, and I had to
speak . I sounded helpless: "Yes, teacher." "You're still young. Don't have early relationships. Let me teach you how to
prevent these problems." His tone made me want to laugh. To avoid him noticing,
I deliberately lowered my head. S brought his face very close, and as soon as he got close, I couldn't resist his breath.
I didn't even understand why I felt this way. He had such a masculine scent that I couldn't resist at all.
I hadn't
felt any passion before, but S could gradually ignite it within me. He kissed my lips, and I responded passionately. Under S's guidance, my tongue skills had improved considerably, allowing me to kiss deeper into my mouth. S didn't
massage my breasts at the same time as usual. Instead, after a moment of tenderness, he took out a medium-sized sex toy
with soft barbs on it. I didn't know what it felt like, and I didn't have time to think about it. S used his fingers to separate
my lower body and slowly inserted it. Because of the stimulation from the soft barbs, I felt my insides contracting. I was a little uncomfortable and
felt a slight pain. S greedily licked me and sucked on my lower body. My sensitive parts were quickly stimulated and became
aroused . I writhed, moaned, and called out S's name, calling him "Master," begging him to give me more.

S smiled and gently moved his hand, turning his body so I would take his penis into my mouth in a 69 position. I
obediently swallowed his penis, sliding my tongue around it. I knew he liked it;
the teasing made it wonderfully harder, and I even found its fishy smell captivating. Perhaps I had a "
penis worship," and I served my master very carefully and diligently. S got up, took out leather shackles
and locked my hands behind my back, making me kneel on the bed. While playing with my breasts, he made my upper body hard: "Baby,
this is called Shenlong, you'll know its benefits." He turned on the vibration. "Ah..." I didn't want to, I swayed my head
from side to side , as if it were drilling deeper, the itching deeper was unbearable. "The very inside
..."

I couldn't take it anymore, I gasped for breath, about to be stimulated to the point of exhaustion, while S held me up to prevent me from falling.
"Spare me..." It was just an electric vibration, I could hold on for a while, but the "dragon" head went
deeper, S pressed my shoulders down with both hands, exaggeratedly, my lower body swallowed
several more centimeters the "dragon" rod, God... I screamed loudly, it reached the very inside, I really couldn't take it anymore, it reached the very inside,
it was swollen and itchy, and S But he started thrusting violently. "I can't take it anymore, please, I'm coming," S
said in a strange tone. "If you dare betray me, I'll torture you to death." I sobbed slightly, "I won't
, Master, I really won't, I'm just yours." But S continued thrusting rapidly, one hand trying to straighten my
body, the other hand violently pounding into me. I was confused. Give it to me, I want your penis inside so much.
Yes, I am a slut, I only know how to moan, my head pressed tightly against him, it's coming, I'm coming...

The orgasm overwhelmed my body, I fell onto the carpet, my white panties still hanging on my legs, S didn't want to take them off.
He picked me up. He once told me that he liked me most when I was in a lewd state. I rested my head on his shoulder, S
smiled and said no, it was just foreplay. I answered weakly that I was a lamb, a sex slave at his mercy. He
laughed and threw me onto the bed. I liked it this way; it made me feel the power of a man, that imposing presence
and masculinity. Under his coercion, I made various poses, enjoying the orgasms he gave me, and the
trembling in that dreamlike, cloud-like state. S wiped the semen from the corner of my mouth with a tissue and gently said he would give me an enema. I nodded;
I wasn't afraid of that. In medicine, there are enemas, which are used to cleanse the intestines, but I didn't know if the enema in SM
felt the same. Lying on the bed, I couldn't do anything but watch S take out a large,
needle-free syringe. I was wondering what liquid he would use when he pulled out something that shocked me: Bright Dairy pure milk.
He told me to raise my buttocks. Although I had done enemas before and didn't like that bloated feeling,
I complied for my master's pleasure. The cold syringe, little by little, I felt something cool entering, flowing. My
upper body needed to support itself as he instructed. Gradually, it felt full, as if I were being filled. S
quickly refilled it and pushed it back into my anus. It felt bloated, and I sweated. I didn't understand why people liked this kind
of game; why they didn't do it on themselves? It was really uncomfortable. I wanted to expel the milk; it felt so bloated.
S said my anus was contracting, but he continued to inject more milk. "So bloated, Master." S didn't say anything, and
he quickly inserted his erect penis into my vagina. "Ah..." He thrust in and out, letting the milk flow freely. I had never felt
this before; it was wonderful, a feeling of relaxation and comfort, but inside was sexual pleasure. I couldn't help but try to
press my buttocks together, welcoming his thrusts.

Part 10

A very strange feeling arose, a shameful sensation like urinating, as
my lower body being pounded by a hot male penis, causing contractions. Even the deepest recesses of my private parts craved deeper penetration.
My buttocks were held tightly by S; he loved being above me, watching the woman moan and
writhe . So much milk flowed down my thighs onto the sheets, making my point of contact with S sticky. But he
didn't care at all, only intensifying his movements. As the feeling of fullness gradually subsided, my entire body was
once again aroused by lust. At this moment, I was nothing; in S's eyes, I was just a
wanton woman needing an orgasm. "Since that's the case, Master, please love me properly." A whimper escaped my throat, my
bound hands struggling with spasms. I never imagined that there would be red marks on my wrists later.
I just wanted him to hurry up, but S suddenly pulled out, leaving me feeling empty, like nothing was inside me
. Yet, my lower body was burning with a desperate itch. How could he stop now? I
looked back at him pleadingly. S's penis was still erect, but he seemed to prefer appreciating my body through sadomasochistic techniques.

I found it strange that he liked to scrutinize my genitals so closely, even though he always praised my full and attractive
vagina. He never seemed satisfied, preferring to play with my genitals with his fingers, slowly parting my labia
and probing the tender flesh inside. He mercilessly clamped my nipples with his breast clamps; it hurt terribly,
but I couldn't show it. S still held the other end of the noose in one hand. He made me kneel on
the bed again

. "Who sexually harassed you?" S asked.

"No, Master," I replied. "Be smart, I know everything. It'll be better for you if you tell the truth."

S pressed me closer. "Really, no one," I said, and before I could finish, I was slapped hard on the buttocks. "I
...

I was harassed by a colleague...no, a classmate." It really hurt. He never
held back when he spanked me. I had to cater to his tastes, even if I didn't, I had to make up something. And, we were even role-playing.

"What was it like?" S stroked my body, but all I felt was coldness, because I didn't
know what I did wrong that would suddenly punish me. "He told me dirty jokes...touched my breasts and genitals..."

S smiled: "Have any other teachers harassed you?"

"Yes...it was...Teacher xxx called me to his room...and then he tried to touch me..."

"Do you like being touched?"

"No...yes...I like it..." S put his fingers on my private parts and started stirring. I had to
grit my teeth , and sweat dripped from my body. S, please, don't torture me like this.

"Don't you enjoy being humiliated like this? Playing with your pussy, seeing all this juices, you
actually get excited," S said, one hand around my waist. He suddenly inserted two fingers, moving them rapidly. I
couldn't withstand such stimulation. Waves of intense itching washed over me, and I couldn't control myself, crying out loudly,
"...Ah...ah..." Each moan was accompanied by a long breath, my face contorted in
pain, yet also in pleasure. "A little deeper...yes...there..." At this moment, I
could no endure or suppress my excitement. The pleasure of his fingers hitting my genitals made me tremble
all over. S didn't let up. "Swallow it." S made me open my mouth and ejaculated all his semen inside me. I
didn't resist at all; I swallowed it all. Even after he ejaculated, I held his penis in my mouth
, carefully sucking on the remaining semen on the glans. "Master, I love you." Reluctantly, I spat out his penis. Saliva and semen mixed on
my tongue , forming a long, sticky trail. S kissed me contentedly, finally
releasing my hands. I collapsed weakly, while S showed no sign of fatigue. He bent down and kissed
my genitals, his tongue dancing skillfully. My most sensitive areas were stimulated by S, and I involuntarily straightened my toes,
my body arching slightly, sobbing softly. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, and between my snow-white thighs,
I could only see a man's head moving. Then… it came. I was licked to orgasm. "I feel so good…"
My body suddenly felt powerless, collapsing into a heap.

As the intense shame slowly subsided, S held me in front of a mirror. He wouldn't
let this orgasm. "What, is it the same game as last time?" Realizing my master was about to use such a humiliating method
to rape my anus, I wanted to escape, but I had no strength to resist. He forced me to spread my legs
on top of him, and we could both see our naked bodies reflected in the mirror. I didn't want to see
myself ; it was something that would shame a woman immensely. I lowered my head, letting my flowing hair block my
view, but S ignored me and said sternly, "Put it in yourself, and look at the person in the mirror."

I was forced to lift my head, and S used his hand to point his penis at my anus: "Hurry up!!" "
Okay ..."

My plump buttocks gradually sank down. "It hurts..." Being penetrated without lubrication was incredibly
tense . Although the initial penetration caused a tearing pain in my anus, S quickly adjusted the angle and also reached
forward to play with my genitals, letting desire overwhelm the pain. Soon, the groans from my mouth were no longer painful
moans , but heavy breathing. I watched myself undulating in the mirror, humiliated by S, yet still...
The reaction was one of sexual pleasure. "I...can't take it anymore..." The anus was very tight, and S really liked the
smell . He tried his best to thrust up and down, but I knew he was being squeezed very tightly, so he would probably
ejaculate again soon. "I can't take it anymore...Master...please come out..."

After changing my clothes, I managed to stand up with a little strength. S said that the clothes he had prepared beforehand seemed to be
the right thing to do, so that my clothes wouldn't get dirty, otherwise how could I go home? We went downstairs together to the restaurant for dinner.
At this moment, he was very gentlemanly and had good manners, completely different from the [full text] before. In the eyes of many women,
just this kind of him would be a very good lover, not to mention that in bed, he could subdue women. Beside S,
I also felt love. Doing SM, although there is a sexual need, as a woman, I prefer
the combination of sex and love. Sex because of love, and giving because of love, so I showed my most beautiful side to S,
because I know that no matter how beautiful a flower is, it still needs a good spectator, so that the blooming of this flower is meaningful
. I guess I'm also somewhat dependent on him. I used to put my boyfriend, husband, and S together, wondering
what would things be like if my first man had been S? What would it be
like ? And me, this ordinary woman, what S alone seems to give me: love, sex, and care.

People usually say that women in love are blind, but what about me? I don't know, or rather, I don't think about what might happen
. A shooting star is fleeting, but many people still catch its tail and make
a wish Is SM also fleeting? Give me love, darling…

Before rushing home, S presented me with a new challenge, but I was in a hurry to get home and didn't think too much about it.
I had a text message on my phone; my husband said he wouldn't be home until 11 pm because he was too tired. I called a friend to take the kids
home chat with them at my place. I carefully checked myself in the mirror and saw no flaws. I poured some water, turned on the TV,
and waited for the doorbell to ring.

The writing is very delicate, especially the author's own feelings. I hope the story continues. Support the author! The author has done a great job describing the female protagonist's inner thoughts, especially the detailed description of the SM process, which is very exciting. A heart for the author! The process is very detailed. Speaking of which, why haven't I had such an experience? The author's description of details is excellent, very detailed, thanks for sharing! A good story from many years ago, but unfortunately it was abandoned. I wonder if any expert can continue the old story. The author's description of details is excellent, making it very exciting. Great, very delicate, very realistic, very immersive! The gradual slide into the masochistic emotional journey is truly moving. Like drugs, or like a devil, slowly devouring your heart, making you feel pain, hesitation, struggle, yet also excitement, sweetness, dizziness… It's written very delicately, but I think SM should bring pleasure through sadomasochism. This description is too mild. It's only interesting when it involves training someone else's wife. If she marries the masochist after a divorce, she loses her sexual interest.

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