[Night Purple Illusion]

Author

: killer100

"Just take off your panties from under your skirt," I said, grabbing her hand to keep her
from leaving my sight and running to the corner.

For a woman who was being invited out by a strange man for the first time, not only was she supposed to undress in front of him, but she was also prepared to
be disciplined.

Wearing the white shirt and black pencil skirt I specified, she hesitated for a moment before taking off her stockings first,
then, still wearing the skirt, she pulled down her black thong from under it and handed it to me.

I had her sit on my lap, reaching my hand inside the black pencil skirt, gently stroking her
vulva with my fingers to test her sensitivity and reaction, while whispering lewd words in her ear.

"Is it embarrassing to take off your panties in front of a strange man?"

"Do you like my fingers caressing your cunt?"

"Is this the most sensitive spot?"

"Are you ready to be a slave?"

Her whole body was trembling; she had reached her first orgasm.

I sat on the sofa beside the bed, about 70 centimeters away. I told her to sit on the bed facing me,
spread her legs, and begin masturbating in front of me.

She slowly got into position, spreading her legs to reveal her sparsely haired pubic area. Following my instructions, she
touched it with her fingers and began rubbing her clitoris.

I moved my face closer, carefully watching her movements, reminding her of the humiliation of being seen
masturbating . Occasionally, I breathed on her vulva, teasing her most
sensitive area with my warm, moist breath. I also guided her fingers, showing her how to masturbate, and sometimes I inserted my fingers into her vagina
, enjoying the pleasure of her vaginal contractions and gripping my fingers during orgasm.

"Stand up and take off your clothes," I said.

She got up and knelt on the bed, beginning to unbutton her shirt. I hugged her from behind and helped her unbutton it . As the buttons were
removed, a mix of feelings—stimulation, anticipation, fear, teasing, coercion, and shame—made
her body tremble.

Her white shirt was already unbuttoned, and I helped her take it off, pulling down her bra straps to reveal her
snow-white shoulders. I couldn't resist biting one.

"Oh..." she cried out.

My fingers pinched her red yet firm nipples, squeezing hard, the pain bringing another
wave of coercion.

I grabbed my tie and wrapped it around her head twice, tightly blindfolding her.

I ordered her to kneel on the bed, grabbing her ankles, then tying her left hand to her left foot and her right hand to
her right foot , raising her buttocks to the most lewd and seductive position.

Without being able to see, her sense of touch was exceptionally acute.

I stroked her back, down her spine, all the way to her firm buttocks, my palms rubbing against the
already overflowing area, then following the curve of her thighs, my fingertips tracing down to her toes.

I explored every part of her body wantonly. Itching, pain, passion, seduction—the restraints on her hands and feet
left her unable to struggle, forced to accept it all, enduring my various techniques and words.

The inability to see made her body more sensitive, but it also lessened her psychological burden, allowing her to be more
unrestrained and reckless.

"Good job, very obedient, Master will reward you," I said, standing before her, pulling down my
underwear, and pushing her face towards me, pressing it against my still-unresponsive penis.

"I'll give you my cock to suck, isn't that a good reward?"

Her mouth was already greedily sucking on my flavorful penis, she could only nod vigorously, making "mmm"
sounds.

I pulled out the belt that was originally tied to my jeans, the crisp sound echoing in the air.

"Snap..." "Snap

..."

"Snap..."

"Snap ..."

"Snap..."

"Snap..."

The leather belt moved fast and slow, sometimes striking hard, sometimes caressing, leaving marks on her body, her full and perky
buttocks quickly bearing red marks.

I squeezed her already swollen and red buttocks hard, feeling the pleasure of playing with her female flesh in my hands. The strip-
like pain of whipping and the surface-like pain of pinching interacted, and her heavy breathing turned into moans, cries
mixed with pain and pleasure.

"Don't suck my cock," I commanded. She obediently spat out the hard penis, her expression still
revealing a greedy look.

I rubbed my penis against her cheek. Having lost her sight, she could only rely on the touch of her skin and nerves
to feel the burning heat of the hot rod rubbing against her face.

The penis was mixed with the smell of her saliva and secretions, which was enough to make her mind go wild and lose
control , not to mention that the emptiness in her body had not been satisfied, and the burning desire continued to heat up.

After her second orgasm, I removed the restraints from her hands and feet, allowing her to relieve some of the fatigue from being unable to
move and resisting too much. I took out another scout rope, split it in half, and looped it around her
neck . I gently rubbed the rope against her neck and body, letting her feel its rough texture.

Then I began to bind her breasts.

Compared to the previous person I bound, her figure was even more impressive. The rope easily squeezed her ample breasts
into a seductive pose, her nipples erect and swollen from the intense stimulation and arousal.

My fingertips pinched her sensitive protrusions hard, the pain and pleasure causing her mouth to open but no sound to escape.
I then placed her hands behind her back, and another rope came around from the opposite direction, securing her hands behind her back.
If she leaned forward, it would pull on the rope binding her hands, making her feel suffocated; if she leaned back,
it would pull on the rope binding her breasts, making her upper body even more constricted.

I led her, blindfolded, to the mirror in the room, my hands exploring the area between her legs.

"You little slut, so happy to be tied up? Your pussy's all wet..."

"Mmm..."

Suddenly, I pulled off her blindfold, the bright light causing a brief moment of dazzle, then exposing her eyes...
Before her, it was the first time in her life she had seen her own body—bound, defiled, played with by her master, subjected to
pain and punishment, exposed to the lewd atmosphere of the air, forced to fulfill her deepest,
most shameful, and most anticipated desires.

She turned her head away, unable to look at herself in the mirror.

I pressed her chin, turning her head towards the mirror so she could see herself clearly.

"What would the man you like think if he saw you like this?"

"Would he spit on you disdainfully, or urinate on you?"

"Would he be furious, fucking you wildly, spraying his semen on your face?"

"Would he come over and torture you, burn your clitoris, whip your ass?"

Her breathing became heavy, her eyes became hazy, shame turned into pleasure.

The shame of immorality and the beauty of depravity watered the desires deep within the woman's labyrinth, the alluring brightness
blinding, the purple night sky beautiful yet perverse, and we, lost in its allure, the story was not yet over.

[The End]

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