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I don't have many friends. In fact, among these few, some are merely acquaintances
, not true friends. Sometimes I wonder what friendship really is. In essence, we're all just familiar
with each other, just with varying degrees of closeness.

I don't like making friends, not because I'm strange or aloof. I'm the kind of person who doesn't
like to associate with or try things or people I'm not interested in—everything is solely related to my own interests. If I'm not interested, it
's like chewing wax; if I am, I'm obsessed like an addiction. For me, "chewing wax" is fatal
—I deeply understand why the Taiwanese writer Sanmao disliked office work and feel immense
sympathy —because she was originally free and independent.

So I don't have any drinking buddies, because I have absolutely no interest in drinking and socializing—I
find drinking together to be "chewing wax."

But outsiders might not see me that way or try to understand me that way, for example, my marriage. My
marriage only lasted a year and a half—others might mistakenly think it was because of my aloofness and eccentricity—)
—Of course, I have no way of knowing how others judged the reasons for my failed marriage—I presume that others used
"eccentric and withdrawn" to explain it. As for "eccentric and withdrawn," that's just my own assessment of myself—I guess I might be seen as such in others' eyes. To be honest, I have no idea
how others actually judge me . 　　Now that I'm past thirty, I've come to what I consider an important conclusion—many of people's assumptions are inconsistent with reality, even far removed from it. Has this conclusion fallen into the trap ?—Fortunately, not yet. 　　Of course, it's not that I've lost interest in the key or our marriage—not at all, otherwise I wouldn't be telling you this. This is the story. 　　I want to attribute the failure of my first marriage to myself, so I can feel more like a man —this might seem like a vain attempt to take sole responsibility, since everyone says it takes two to tango —but the failure of my first marriage was truly due to my own reasons, not an excuse to take sole responsibility . I really couldn't find any "fatal" flaws in Yao. If we consider that no one is absolutely perfect, Yao's flaw was that she listened to her mother too much. 　　Yao was a gentle girl, beautiful, slightly plump, and with a delicate type. The reason I liked Yao the first time I saw her was because of her bare feet in silver high-heeled sandals. Her lines were soft and feminine, just like her gentle personality—her bare feet seemed to submit to the constraints of the strappy sandals, her feet together, placed quietly and gently under the table. Later she told me that her sister had bought her the sandals. 　　During my courtship with Yao, I dreaded our wedding day. 　　Yao was born into a traditional family; her father had passed away early, and her mother raised her and her sister alone. Yao's mother was the vice-principal of a prestigious school, with an extremely strong personality; given a larger stage, I believe she could achieve great things. Yao's sister was the complete opposite of Yao, inheriting her mother's strong genes, but even more so. To be honest, when I went to Yao's house, I was somewhat afraid to meet my future sister-in-law. She was always cold Moreover, I intuitively It seemed she could see right through me—sometimes, with just a few words from her, it felt like she could strip me bare—and I also possessed a certain sordidness inherent in my nature—I was terrified she would see through my other side. In her presence, I sometimes felt my sunny and genuine side was just an act. My future sister-in-law, however, seemed to have seen right through me; her cold attitude towards me suggested she didn't want me to be her brother-in-law. 　　As I expected, Yao's sister opposed our marriage. Yao told . But Yao's mother, my future mother-in-law, insisted I become her son-in-law. 　　"I'd rather have a man of good character and obedience than a capable but philandering man who hurts my daughter!" With that, our marriage was settled. 　　"Then why didn't your sister agree to our marriage?" I asked. 　　"I've asked her more than once why, and she said there's no reason... She, she might not like you that much. But don't take it to heart. My mother agreed, and she won't object. After all, she can't go against my mother." 　　Rather than saying that Yue was comforting me with a gentle tone, it would be more accurate to say that Yue was a gentle person to begin with. Every time she unintentionally revealed her feminine side, it ignited my anger. I suddenly pulled her body close, hugged her tightly, pressed her full, soft breasts against my chest, and pressed them down hard, as if to confirm that the soft, feminine voice I had just heard did indeed come from the chest cavity of this delicate body. I then abruptly turned her over, wrapped my left arm around her neck, and roughly grabbed her crotch with my right hand, lewdly rubbing it. Under the rubbing and kneading of my right hand, she slumped limply in my arms like a drunkard, emitting intermittent moans. I grabbed her arms and braided them behind her back like a rope, then pressed my chest tightly against her arms, while my left arm gripped her neck, and my right hand grasped her groin, continuing to tease her. She reacted even more strongly to this rough, bondage-like caress, her body completely limp against my chest, her soft moans turning into rapid gasps. I stimulated her genitals even harder with my right hand, aiming at her clitoris with my fingers, increasing the frequency of stimulation. As the frequency of my hand increased, she cried out loudly, reaching orgasm. I, too, was sweating from the exertion. 　　"Does it feel good?" I whispered in her ear, holding her close. 　　She wrapped her arms around my waist, her soft body clinging to my chest like chewed gum, and then murmured, "Mmm. I like it when you do this..." 　　"You're shameless," I teased her. 　　"Mmm...mmm," she hugged me even tighter. "Don't you like it when I do this?" 　　"I like it, it's so cute," I said. 　　"I like it when you play with me..." After a while, she lowered her voice shyly and said, "I...want more!" 　　"You're shameless, you have no shame!" I teased her verbally while roughly slipping my hand inside her crotch, beginning my second round of teasing.

Before we got married, Yao and I made a pact that I would never have premarital sex with her.
She was both serious and shy when she made the pact with me; her seriousness made her seem like a little girl who was treating playing house as real life
.

"Was that your mother's order?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't keep my promise? I'll make you mine right now!"

"No! If I get pregnant, my mother will beat me to death."

"Then we'll just prevent you from getting pregnant. Has your mother ever hit you?"

"She hit me when I was little, but not anymore. Now she sometimes hits my sister."

"Is your sister less obedient than you?"

"We're both stubborn and neither of us will give in. Besides, I feel like my sister is inherently rebellious against my mother's control,
and she often bullies me too!"

"Bullys you?"

"Yes, sometimes she enjoys bullying me. Sometimes when she's in a bad mood, she takes it out on me." "

You can't win an argument with her?" "How could I win an argument with her?

She's very strong. Every time we argue, I end up crying and begging to lose. I'm afraid of
her!"

"So she abuses you, and your mother doesn't do anything about it?"

"No, no. She didn't abuse me. She was very good to me and loved me very much. Whenever I was
wronged , she would stand up for me. I remember when I first started working after graduating from university, a boy at my workplace insisted on dating me
. It made me both scared and annoyed, so I told my sister that I didn't like him and wanted to get rid of his harassment. One
day on my way to work, he came and harassed me again, which scared me to death. At that moment, Qing, wearing
a baseball , suddenly rushed up from somewhere and kicked... him... in the groin, followed by two slaps."

"Inside?" I asked seriously. "Where is 'inside'?"

"Oh, it's 'inside'."

"Toes?"

"No, no..."

"Then where?"

"It's there... um... um."

"Where exactly is 'there'?" I persisted.

"It's... it's your little penis!" Yao said, blushing.

"Little penis, hahaha... little penis, hahaha," I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Yao punched my shoulder with her little fist. "You're such a bad guy... Ah!"

I suppressed a laugh and said, "Little Dingding, where did you see that word?"

"Um... um, it's Little Dingding!" Yao pouted.

"Go on, go on, what happened next?"

"Qing was so amazing! She grabbed his hair and dragged him to our director. From then on, he
never dared to bother me again. Because of this, I became a celebrity in the office for a while! Everyone knew I had a powerful
little sister ."

"Actually, I get the most love at home. Um... I have something else to tell you..." Yao hesitated.

I knew her personality; she couldn't withstand my interrogation. "What? If you don't tell me, I won't talk to you anymore."

"No, no, I'll tell you, okay? My little sister always likes to crawl into my bed and hug me to sleep.
Maybe got used to it when she was little." Her face flushed slightly.

"They're not strangers, they're sisters, what's the big deal?"

"Yeah, she always hugs me like she's protecting me. If I don't want to, she says, 'You better behave,
little girl,' like she's my brother."

"You want a brother, don't you?"

"Of course, I love having a brother. Sometimes I treat my sister like a brother, she has a boyish quality."

"Now you have a real brother, don't you?" I pretended to be serious.

"Hmm..." she pouted, "I don't want you, you're a bad brother."

Yao had an unusual love for sex, her libido was extremely strong. And I
had an obsessive desire to play with women's bodies, especially their genitals. Thus, Yao's promise to her mother, and our
agreement, were as fragile as a broken glass vessel—we easily shattered the taboo—on a
warm evening, I made Yao my woman. From then on, Yao was unstoppable, reaching
an obsessive level towards me, like transparent candy softening into a sweet, sticky liquid, gently clinging to me.

Key's younger sister is named Qing. She seems to know everything about the development of Key's and my relationship, and
she can . She always rolls her eyes at me—I really don't know how much she knows about me. Her intuition
comes entirely from her unique nature, and has nothing to do with acquired skills like analysis, guessing, or logical deduction
. She has warned her older sister to be careful of me more than once. When I entered Key's body, in her uncontrollable
daze, she told me about her sister's attitude towards me. My only course of action was to try my best to stay away from
this cold beauty—I had no other choice, because I really couldn't see through her—she seemed to know
my secrets, yet she also seemed not to know them—she probably used her intuition to conclude that I must be a "bad guy."

Three months later, Key and I got married. Three days before the wedding, I informed
Hui of the wedding date and location.

The entire process and atmosphere of the wedding were the same as all the weddings I had attended. It was like a product
manufactured . I think I'm no different from others—although sometimes I think I
am , but am I really different? Others get married, so I get married; others have this
kind of wedding, so I have the exact same kind of wedding—so I'm the same as everyone else. Although I deeply hate rigid,
one-size fits-all things, I still abide by everyone else's rules.

The only thing that comforted me was that Hui came to the wedding to give me a gift. She was hidden among the guests giving gifts
, appearing ordinary and simple—her attire and expression were unassuming—though they couldn't hide her
radiance —we were practically telepathic, or perhaps it was her submissive nature, but she wore a pair of my favorite black strappy
high-heeled sandals barefoot—I knew she wore them for me. Her arrival finally made me realize that my wedding was
somewhat different from others' weddings. When Yao and I toasted her, she smiled and silently drank a glass of red wine in one gulp, her face
immediately flushing, and softly said, "Congratulations!"

On the third day after the wedding, I turned on my computer and logged into our private QQ account. Hui's message was from our wedding day.
That evening, the first message was sent at 11:47 PM.

Hui: "First, greetings to Master!" followed by Hui's usual kneeling QQ emoticon.

Hui: "Congratulations on your marriage, Master!" (Double happiness QQ emoticon).

Hui: "I wonder if Master is resting, or..." (Shy QQ emoticon).

Hui: "Master's wedding... Hui-nu's feelings are a bit complicated, I don't know what to feel. But I like this
feeling , as if Master has been taken away and no longer belongs to me. There's a feeling of humiliation, both uneasy and excited
!"

Hui: "On the day Master told me the wedding date, Hui-nu drove to the training room that afternoon to torture herself.
I made a tight turtle shell bondage with thin rubber rope, put on Master's favorite high-heeled sandals, hung on a worn-out shoe and a sign Master wrote, and then
crawled on the ground, experiencing the feeling of being paraded through the streets and displayed, as if I were a mistress who destroyed Master's marriage, being
caught and paraded through the streets, so humiliating, so exciting, so thrilling!"

Hui: "Master, this morning, Hui got up, put on the collar and leash, inserted a rubber dildo into my vagina, and did
my usual morning walk, crawling ten laps on the floor. Master, Hui didn't dare turn on the dildo, afraid of stimulating
an orgasm. Before going to the hall, I tightly bound myself in a turtle shell bondage with transparent tubing. I wanted to wear the turtle shell bondage to
Master's wedding, constantly reminding myself that I am your slave, and also giving me a sense of being displayed in front of everyone. When I
entered , I saw Master's handsome back in his suit. I felt Master was so stern, and I couldn't help but feel excited,
then aroused. So I went to the bathroom, took off all my clothes in the stall, leaving only the turtle shell bondage and high-heeled sandals. It felt like
Master was watching me sternly, so I couldn't help but strike various poses." Then she started playing with her own cunt.
Hearing someone come in outside made her feel even more ashamed and excited, like she was performing in public! When someone came in, Huinu
dared not touch her cunt anymore, afraid of making a sound. At this moment, she lifted one heel, tucked her knees together, and stood in
the "covering-the-cunt" position that her master liked. At this moment, the two rubber ropes passing through her crotch, due to the lubrication of her vaginal fluid and the tucking of one knee,
automatically slid and clamped to the sides of her clitoris, just enough to clamp it up—a wave of pleasure washed over her, and Huinu trembled all over, but
dared not make a sound of orgasm. It was truly torture. It was both painful and exciting, and comfortable! When the person left, I started touching my cunt again, and I stopped
when someone came in . Huinu felt like a prostitute forced to be displayed in a glass shop, waiting for a man to choose her. It was so humiliating
and exciting!

Hui: "Because Master said you'd give me a break during the wedding preparations, so I wouldn't be under your supervision,
I dared to masturbate and play with my own filthy pussy. Master won't be angry, will you? I'm inexplicably
excited just can't control myself! I miss Master all the time, I miss Master's strict discipline, I curse you!"

Hui: "After drinking the red wine offered by the mistress, my face was probably completely red. Because of the turtle shell bondage, especially
the two rubber ropes passing through my crotch, I was constantly excited. After drinking the red wine, I felt even more excited and couldn't control myself.
The turtle shell bondage in my clothes reminded me that I was Master's filthy slave, and it seemed like everyone was watching me, seeing through my clothes and
seeing the turtle shell bondage inside, like I was being paraded through the streets. After Master went to another table to offer wine, I quietly
went to I masturbated in the cubicle. After the wedding banquet, I returned to my master's training room to torture myself and play with my slutty pussy. Ever since
my master told me that you were preparing for the wedding and gave me a break, I have been masturbating and playing with my slutty pussy, but
I have never had an orgasm. I want to save the orgasm

for my master! Hui: "I don't know how well the mistress (sister-in-law) serves my master. I don't know if the mistress understands
my master 's habits and preferences. I am very worried. If the mistress does not serve well, Hui will serve my master in place of
the mistress! Please play with Hui as you please, and insult Hui! As long as my master is happy."

Hui: "I will not disturb my master anymore! Good night, master! Hui kneels and retreats."

I also observed Hui's changes at the wedding. I was wondering why she suddenly disappeared when I went to toast other tables. It turned out that she
couldn't help but go to the restroom. It seems that my marriage has greatly stimulated Hui. This is beyond my expectations,
or rather, I have not taken her feelings to heart at all—and this is the kind of feeling of being ignored that she wants. Of course
, it is not something I did on purpose. It is just her nature.

But something made me very uneasy: Qing, Yao's sister, had also noticed Hui, observing her
every move intentionally or unintentionally. I knew that unintentional glance was Qing's pretense—she seemed to have sensed the relationship between Hui and me.
I suddenly realized that letting Hui sneak into my wedding might have been a mistake. But letting her leave now
might arouse Qing's suspicion even more. I regretted my impulsive decision to let Hui come—
my initial intention was to train and stimulate Hui. It seems I went a bit too far.

I replied to Hui on QQ: "Is Master satisfied with Hui's performance? You slut didn't have
an orgasm, very good, very self-aware. Master is satisfied! In the future, you will have to serve your sister-in-law, lick her
cunt, and drink her urine! You only deserve to drink her urine, you slut! No more masturbating or playing with your cunt, vacation over.
Hui, do you understand? Remember?"

Hui and I met online. We didn't live in the same city; she lived in a neighboring city not far away. She
appeared suddenly when I was almost desperate in my search for a submissive, and I've always praised my good luck ever since. A long time ago, a senior
SM practitioner told me that finding a truly submissive woman depends on luck. At the time, I didn't take this
advice seriously, but as time has passed, I've come to realize that it's truly a piece of advice—experience always trumps
intelligence and imagination!

Six months after being with Hui, I met and fell in love with Yao. Hui is a wealthy only child. Since we established
our master-slave relationship, she's been driving back and forth between the two cities. To have the freedom to discipline and humiliate,
at my suggestion, she rented a detached house in the suburbs near my city. The owner of this
house had bought an apartment in the city. Hui brought all her long-collected discipline tools to
our secret rental training room in her car. I was quite surprised when I saw these high-quality discipline
tools they filled an entire suitcase, containing almost everything imaginable—a truly impressive sight. That night, I tortured Hui with these tools
all night long. Hui was relentlessly played with until she repeatedly climaxed, screaming that she might as well die. Finally, her genitals swelled
to the point of spasm, and she was too weak to get out of bed the next day. She rested in her room for two days before driving home. This training
experience was unforgettable for Hui, etched into her heart. My strict and intensive training of her was deliberate,
because the initial training was so important to Hui. It was precisely this strategy that made Hui never want to leave me again. When Hui returned home…
I told her to bring several repetitive tools home so I could complete the remote training assignments I'd given her,
allowing me to control her remotely.

I had originally planned to marry Hui, as I couldn't find anyone who understood me better or was more compatible with me.
Unfortunately, this only child from a well-to-do family already had a fiancé. Her fiancé
was a handsome and charming young man studying at a prestigious university abroad; Hui and he were childhood sweethearts. His
father the earliest business associates to follow Hui's father, and the two of them had worked together to achieve great success in the business world,
becoming the richest man in the neighboring city. Hui and her fiancé had been inseparable since childhood, and Hui was deeply devoted to him, saying he
wasn't like a fiancé but more like a brother, like an arm—an arm you don't feel when it's there, but it
hurts when it's cut off—Hui was a deeply emotional girl who enjoyed masochism. I had once predicted to her that she would be
burdened by love and desire throughout her life.

Of course, I couldn't use all my cunning and schemes to break up this perfect couple. That would not only be unethical,
but it would also involve complex and subtle issues from various aspects. I couldn't bear to do that to a pure girl like Hui
—the "subtle issues" I mentioned earlier were just an excuse for my pride—Hui's family background is something I cannot and
dare not offend, and of course, not wanting to hurt Hui is also a real factor. I know that becoming a master-slave relationship with Hui is
playing with fire, but due to my obsession with SM, I am somewhat unable to extricate myself—I can only take it one step at a time.

Hui's fiancé will finish his studies in a year and a half, and then they will get married. The day her fiancé finishes his studies
will be the day Hui and I part ways, and I know that day is coming soon. Whenever I bring up this topic, Hui kneels down
and diligently performs oral sex on me. She seems unwilling to talk about this topic, and it also seems to indicate that she doesn't care about it—
in fact, the less she cares, the more she cares. She has buried the date of our separation deep in her heart and is unwilling to say it.

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