【Snake Refinement】

It was nearly midnight. In a coffee shop in Tamsui, we sat facing each other. After exchanging pleasantries, we
continued our online conversation.

"Why would you want to take in female slaves?" Curiosity gleamed in your eyes.

"It's not that I want to, but inner desires manifest as outward charisma, attracting
people like that." I casually set aside the sugar packet and butter ball, habitually sniffing the coffee, and took a sip of
the scalding black liquid. As expected, the owner's coffee-making skills were good, but the beans
weren't very fresh.

"And how many female slaves have you taken in?" she asked softly, her voice almost indistinct.

I didn't want to answer verbally. I took her hand, drew four horizontal lines in her palm, then pointed to her with
my index finger , made a five-pointer, and then drew a large question mark in the air.

She understood, just smiled, and awkwardly drank her fruit tea. In the coffee shop that night,
only one table in another corner remained, where customers were still playing cards. The proprietress's cat lay lazily
on yawning.

I took out my PDA and started operating it with the stylus. "You use this one too? Lots of my colleagues use
it , and I heard it's pretty good." She leaned closer, wanting to see the tech toy in my hand.

"Look! Here." I showed her the files, and we looked at
the photos on the PDA together, separated by a table.

"Whose feet are these?" Her question was expected, and I smiled.

"These are four different people's feet, can you tell?"

She took the PDA, looked at it once, and then handed it back to me.

"I thought they were all from the same person! The anklets are exactly the same!" she said, looking at me as she
spoke .

Taking the PDA, I looked at the four photos in the file, and waves of memories surged through my mind—faces,
expressions, voices, scenes—swept towards my soul from all directions. I closed my eyes, took a deep
breath , and opened them. She was staring at me with her big, bright eyes, making a cute face.

“These are my former slave girls. I gave them these anklets; they’re all exactly the same.” Regaining my composure,
I spoke calmly, placing the PDA on the table. The still-on screen displayed a woman’s foot in
black stockings and black high heels, but the camera’s focus was on the anklet,
adorned with a silver snake shaped like an “S,” its forked tongue flicking out as if to
devour all desire.

“Why a snake?” she asked again.

“In Christianity, the serpent represents sin, the temptation of the devil. In the Garden of Eden, all desires
arose from the serpent.” I paused, then continued, “Humans have always had an instinctive fear of snakes. Snakes
have no legs, are cold-blooded, even deadly; they are reptiles of a different kind, beyond common sense. Humans are
bewitched by snakes, fascinated by snakes, and fear snakes. In a way, don’t you think this is similar to your
attitude ?”

“Huh!?”

“Want to try but afraid, want to refuse but be bewitched.”

“………………”

“So I chose the snake as my totem and symbol, to bewitch, conquer, awaken desire, and devour souls.”

I spoke eloquently, like a salesperson persuading a customer, or like a missionary trying to
convey to every soul in need of redemption.

She lowered her head to drink her tea, as if pondering what I had just said. I lit a cigarette, then turned
off the PDA and put it in my handbag.

"Are you still training your former female slaves?" Her question hit me hard, leaving me
breathless .

"Two of them are married now. One of them just celebrated her one-month birthday last month." I swallowed hard and continued
.

"One went abroad to study and probably won't be back for two or three years. I don't know what she'll be
like And the other one...

" "What happened?"

"Nothing. She's not from Taipei. She just got tired of the back-and-forth travel and ended it all!"
I told a harmless lie. After all, a broken relationship should be left unfinished; unnecessary emotions are
just pointless sadness.

At least, that's how I've always trained and reminded myself.

"I haven't tried." After a long wait, she finally spoke. “I know reading your
novel really resonated with me, but I’m afraid of becoming like the heroine in it.”

“Heh, a novel is a novel, and life is life; there’s a difference.”

“Really? But I’m still afraid!”

“Afraid of what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Would you like to try? Maybe it’s not as scary as you imagine. Maybe you’ll find it
completely different from what you know about SM, not what you like.”

“I don’t know.”

“Then what do you know?”

“I don’t know…”

Looking at her lowered head, saying she didn’t know, for some reason, I thought of the
three-question test in Lau Ching-wan’s movie “Fool and the Wild Girl”: “What are the three words a person says most often in their life?”
The answer was “I don’t know.” For me, a woman saying those three words
is like a lizard shedding its tail to survive in danger—a purely instinctive, subconscious reaction.

Actually, there is an answer.

“If you force me, maybe I’ll accept it more easily.” Her voice was like a mosquito’s
buzz . “I can’t do it alone.”

Even I have to admire the courage of a girl to make such a decision.

“I know what I have to do.” I stubbed out the last cigarette butt in my hand, smiling as I said to him. The conflict
had finally reached a conclusion.

“Shall we go for a walk?” I said, taking her hand and getting up. I hesitated for a moment, then finally agreed
.

We got in the car and drove towards the North Coast. In the early hours of a weekday, along the entire Danjin Highway…
It was deserted and desolate. I didn't follow Denghui Avenue to its end, but instead turned a corner and drove up the mountain to
a remote, uninhabited place.

"Get out!" I said to her as I parked the car and pulled the handbrake.

Outside was a dark forest, with only one or two houses in the distance still lit by their small lights;
otherwise, there were no other man-made features.

She sat motionless in the car, fiddling with her phone, her anxious expression heartbreaking to see.
I sat in the driver's seat, waiting for her response, and lit a cigarette, but she remained unmoved.

It was time to make a decision.

"You can decide to get out and surrender yourself to me, or if you back down and are afraid, just say the word,
and I can drive away immediately and take you home."

"..."

"Look me in the eyes!" I lifted her head, preventing her gaze from escaping. I took a jewelry box out of
my pocket and opened it to show her what was inside.

A silver anklet sat in a black velvet box, its S-shaped snake body and chilling forked tongue gleaming in
the darkness .

She looked at me suspiciously. "Why are you wearing this?"

"It was a sudden inspiration before I left. I just grabbed it. I had a feeling I'd meet a woman today who would
make want to possess her." I gently kissed her forehead. "Just a gut feeling."

She lowered her head again, unable to look at the jewelry in my hand. I lightly touched her fair neck,
stroking it slowly, awaiting her final decision.

I knew the feeling of struggling with fear; in the darkness where no light could be seen, only the strong-willed
could survive. For me, this was also a selection, a test. I needed someone who knew
what they wanted, what they were about to enter, not just someone I was purely curious about, someone I wanted to play
with. If she didn't even have the courage to choose, how could she
accept , and become the object of my consumption?

Her hand slowly moved to the doorknob, hesitating over the final step: open the door? Or not? I
knew the struggle was over; it was just a matter of time, like a python coiling around its prey, waiting
for it to exhaust its strength and suffocate.

"Whatever you want!" she said, quickly opening the door and getting out of the car. She ran to a tree, squatted
down, and I could hear her sobbing, but I knew this wasn't the time to comfort her.

I opened my suitcase, took out a bundle of rope, walked to her side, and grabbed her. She resisted,
but not too violently. Soon, I had her hands tied and hung her from a tree. I
lifted her skirt; under her light green dress was a pair of very casual underwear. I
easily cut her underwear with a small knife hanging on my keychain, removed it, and stuffed it into her mouth. Even without touching her genitals
, I knew her vagina was already soaked in abundant lustful fluids; even in the night air, I could easily
smell the alkaline, fishy scent of her body from the underwear.

I pulled her dress up completely, removing it to the spot where the rope was tied to the tree. Her
naked made someone accustomed to wearing masks in the city feel uneasy. She tried to twist
her body, trying to escape this feeling of shyness, but to no avail; it only made her shapely, delicate body appear
even more alluring.

"Close your eyes, imagine a snake crawling on your body..." I hypnotized her like this,
my right hand using another rope to slowly move up her left thigh, around her smooth abdomen,
full right breast, delicate shoulder, and the back of her sexy neck, then out from her left shoulder, around her body, tying the rope
around her left knee, suspending her left foot in the air, leaving her unable to struggle, her vulva covered in thick
pubic hair .

"I am a snake, I am here to bring you fear, to satisfy your desires, to tear your soul apart," I murmured
, biting her body.

"Are you afraid of snakes?"

She nodded.

"And do you like this feeling?"

She nodded again.

"Do you like being bound? Do you like being abused? Do you like being conquered?" I
said, tugging at her pubic hair with my fingers.

Without waiting for her reply, I cut off a clump of her pubic hair with a knife; a gust of wind blew, and the black hair
danced in the air.

When I forcefully entered her body, I could feel her trembling with orgasm; when I bit her
nipple , I could feel her painful yet pleasurable sensation.

I used the knife to make a small cut on her breast, licking the faint blood, and also
made a small cut on my wrist, bringing it to her mouth to remove her panties.

"Drink her, and you will be a slave to the snake, a slave to desire."

Without hesitation, she sucked on my wound, fusing the demonic bloodline with her body,
banishing herself to boundless depravity, allowing her soul to find shelter and
love .

Looking at her left leg still dangling in the air, I took out the snake-shaped anklet again.

"Would you like me to put it on for you?"

She nodded weakly, giving up all struggle.

Are all those bound by the snake so powerless? After their souls have been drained, do they still have
the strength to be themselves again?

I kissed her toes, then tied the snake chain to her ankle. To me, it was a symbol,
a mark left by the conqueror, an image of the conquered willing to be confined. The silver snake was too conspicuous
, like its own vibrant color, indelible. Tonight wasn't just about a woman being bound,
suspended, penetrated, and forced to wear a sign of submission; it was about the snake reappearing in Eden, tempting a
life , a heart, a soul waiting to be liberated.

The black night wasn't over yet; the black desires were just beginning to spread.

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