[Dissatisfied with the bad acting]

Dissatisfied with the Playful Act

Author: killer100

She took off her bra, leaving her only in black fishnet stockings and a pair of white high heels.
After blindfolding her, I raised her hands high, handcuffed them with leather handcuffs, and hung them on the wall rings
.

A pink pull ring was exposed outside her anus. From the sheen of the plastic material, I knew the
atmosphere had already excited her greatly; her vagina was overflowing with lustful fluids. I reached out and touched her hairless vulva; the wet, salty, and
pungent smell was so strong.

My fingers touched her fair skin, caressing her well-proportioned frame, making her both itchy
and aroused.

Her sensitive areolas, slightly larger than most girls', appeared somewhat red and swollen under the strong kneading, and the two
purplish-red nipples stood erect, making one's mouth water.

"I don't play with anuses!" I still remember the resistant expression on her face when she said that.

"Do you think this kind of game is something you decide to play and not play? If so, then you
should just find a strong woman like Fei Yong! Only I can decide what to do."

"I know you don't like it, but I'll make you accept it in my own way, and you have to trust me and my
methods. If you can't do that, then we shouldn't even start trying."

Back then, she was just a married woman whose husband was in mainland China, but now, she had become prey
hanging , unable to move.

I opened my backpack and took out all the props, placing them one by one on the bed next to her. Rope, nipple clamps,
anal plugs, whip, several vibrators, blindfold, calligraphy brush, stun gun, handcuffs, hunting knife, enema syringe,
lubricant, collar, and dog leash. Some were useful today, some were not, but I still carefully
took them all out.

I used a wooden stick about fifty centimeters long, placing it about ten centimeters above her knees, fixing her
legs to the sides of the stick, so that she couldn't even close her legs. After securing it, I used a brush
to brush her sensitive labia. Soon, the entire brush was covered in her vaginal fluid, and she
screamed as the soft yet prickly hairs played with her.

Unsatisfied desire, like popcorn simmering on a stove but never popping, was irritating
.

Having experienced the deepest pleasure of her soul, the fire of desire had been ignited. Having abandoned
the image of a virtuous wife once, she no longer cared about maintaining it. Two weeks of abstinence had turned her into a beast
capable .

In the entire movie theater, besides us, only another couple sat in front of us. I couldn't help but wonder if the other
woman was also giving oral sex to the man next to her, just like her.

"Put this into your lewd chrysanthemum!" She took the beads I handed her, and in the dark theater
, she lifted her skirt and squatted down, using the lubricant to insert the round objects one by one into
her anus. Through the dim light, I watched the pained and ashamed expression on her face, yet
I remained completely unmoved.

I carefully supported her as we wandered aimlessly through the streets. No one but her and I would
know that beneath her carefully made-up exterior, a woman whose anus was being violated was putting on a grueling performance in public,
a performance no one would know about. But just that was enough to make
a woman who had never tried this before feel extremely ashamed and aroused.

"Has your husband ever seen you so lewd?" The whisper in her ear always made her tremble.

I slowly pulled out the beads, during which she screamed, howled, and groaned.

I don't know if she felt relieved or a sense of inexplicable loss after I took it out.
I only know that her anus was still open, as if it was still yearning for something.

"Please, Master! Please! My pussy is so itchy, I want it so bad! Please use your big cock to
fuck me!" she pleaded in an almost sobbing tone.

With just one sentence, I plunged her into the hell of desire, "I won't fuck you today!"

Even though she cried in desperation,
it .

I used another rope to tie her full breasts into a twisted, bulging shape, smiled with satisfaction, and
took out my digital camera to record this lewd and alluring scene.

"Madam, every time I use your picture to masturbate, the semen I ejaculate is so plentiful and thick!"

"Give it to me! Give it to me!" she screamed and begged.

"I told you, I won't penetrate you today, but I might find you anytime and fuck you
hard , like this, understand?" I took a thin, long vibrator and easily inserted it into
her anus, starting to slowly thrust in and out.

"Don't do this, I can't take it! Master, please give it to me!"

"How about this?" I used another vibrating vibrator, already turned on, and gently pressed it against her clitoris, which was erect from over-
excitement .

Five seconds later, just before the climax, the vibrator was removed from the trembling woman's body,
abruptly pulling back the impending orgasm, leaving only the vibrating
toy , still humming softly.

*** *** *** ***

"Controlling a person's emotions through desire, dominating their thoughts and actions, is
a very fun thing!" After finishing my food, I lit a cigarette to get rid of the greasy smell in my mouth.

"So what do you want?" she asked, elegantly eating her dessert while looking into my eyes.

"Power! The power to make someone surrender their soul,
the power to dispose of a person's body at will, the power to reshape and create a person's personality."

"Then why don't you make love to the person you're training?" She held a small golden teaspoon, elbows on the table
, looking at me questioningly.

"That's a method, not an end." I exhaled a puff of smoke, trying to blow a nice smoke ring,
but failed.

"The principle of the atomic bomb is to apply immense pressure to uranium with explosives, causing the uranium atoms to undergo a qualitative change, producing..."
Nuclear fission is necessary to unleash tremendous energy. The same applies to climax. The longer the suppression at the critical point,
the greater the suppressed energy, and the more intense, thorough, and pure the explosive pleasure. I finally managed to blow a
decent smoke ring, but the restaurant's air conditioning quickly dissipated it into the air.

"And I am the one who controls desire. Of course, there are many levels of desire; penetration is merely
the most basic sensory stimulation, insufficient to represent the entirety of desire."

Before she surrendered her body and soul to me, we had such a conversation, and
now I am putting it into practice.

"Hold it tight. If it falls, you will be 'punished.'" With that, I released
the vibrator leaving it inside him, and left the room.

In fact, the word "punishment" carries many meanings; the feeling of both fear and anticipation
is very subtle. The desire to be punished, abused, and subjected to exquisite execution is a common thought in the hearts of all
women . I knew the vibrator falling off was inevitable; it was a natural reaction,
unrelated to her efforts.

"You naughty girl! It still fell off. Looks like your anus has been played with too loosely, it can't hold
anything !" I said deliberately, trying to provoke her.

"I won't do it again~" she pleaded.

I took out ice cubes from the freezer and rubbed them on her nipples, which I had just brutally kneaded. The cold
temperature instantly activated her nerves, increasing her sensitivity. I smeared the melted ice water on her body, reminding
her that this was just a cruel little game.

After the ice, I turned the lighter to its highest flame, lit it, and slowly approached her
chest. The heat of the flame was undeniable. Her nipples, erect from the ice, had just escaped
the icy hell only to face the torture of high temperature. Although the flame didn't touch her flesh, the temperature and
the shock were enough.

Repeatedly applying ice and fire to her nipples, watching her panicked and frightened expression, a real sense
of power was in my hands.

Throughout the entire process, my penis was erect, but I had absolutely no desire to penetrate her or have sex with her
. To me, it was purely for fun, purely about control and possession. I knew her expectations and
desires , but that didn't mean I had an obligation to satisfy them. When the expressions of pain and pleasure merged into one,
becoming indistinguishable, I also couldn't tell whose soul I was actually redeeming.

[The End]

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