My Experience of Being Online-Traded as a Female Submissive [Chapter 1]

Author: Avery Rain

My name is Xiaoyue, and I'm a middle school student at an ordinary junior high school in Yunmeng County. Yunmeng County is a medium-sized county town located on the plains of China. After more than a decade of economic development and continuous transformation, it has become a small town where modernity and ancient charm intertwine. In different neighborhoods, high-rise buildings and ancient buildings with upturned eaves complement each other, and under the neon lights, the busy figures of people contrast sharply with the leisurely elderly people under the ancient trees. Because Yunmeng County is also a major transportation hub in the province, travelers from all over the country come and go, making the small town bustling with activity year-round.

Yunmeng County is small, but it has all the necessary amenities. The people here are warm and hospitable, and the pace of life is relaxed, giving you a feeling of home. I love every tree and blade of grass here, and I love every alleyway. They have witnessed my growth and carry my aspirations for the future.

My father was a businessman. His small shop was always filled with all sorts of daily necessities, a place frequented by the neighbors. He often worked until late at night and would go out for two or three days at a time to buy goods. My mother was a civil servant, working far from home and frequently traveling for work. My father was handsome, and my mother was a renowned beauty in the area. As for me, I inherited their good looks, growing up to be beautiful with bright eyes and white teeth, gentle and charming.

Because my parents didn't have much time to supervise me, my upbringing was very strict. Under their guidance, my days consisted mainly of shuttling between school and home, a simple and routine life. My mother forbade me from having much contact with the opposite sex; until junior high, I hadn't had any close contact with boys. However, because my parents were both very busy with work, although I outwardly obeyed their demands, I often had my own ideas. I always smiled and nodded, following my parents' every arrangement. But deep down, I was constantly suppressing my yearning for freedom and my curiosity about the unknown. I longed to one day break free from the warm constraints of my parents and explore my own sky. I knew my parents were trying to protect me, and that my recklessness might bring me some risks, but I didn't want to live a mundane life like this. If youth were spent in such a simple and uneventful way, it would be a waste of the time the Creator had given us.

As my fifteenth birthday approached, my parents asked me what I wanted, and I cautiously mentioned wanting a cell phone. I was terrified they would be furious. But to my surprise, on my birthday, they gave me the latest iPhone 6. The phone had a simple yet elegant design, with a rounded metal frame and a smooth glass back, giving it a gentle yet modern feel. Its size was just right; it fit comfortably in my hand, neither too bulky nor too small. When I first held the phone, my heart was pounding with excitement. I gently stroked the surface, enjoying its smooth texture, my heart filled with anticipation for exploring the future.

But after I played on my phone all night, my new phone was taken away by my mother the next day. She claimed it was to prevent it from affecting my studies, but in reality, she thoroughly checked my phone, fearing that their good girl would be led astray by having a phone.

From then on, they would only return my phone to me on weekends, and after I finished using it, they would always check it to see what websites I had visited and who I had chatted with.

Being controlled is definitely unpleasant. They underestimated the intelligence of a Gemini daughter. I quickly discovered that after checking my phone, they would put it in a cabinet. And once the phone was in the cabinet, my parents almost never checked it again. The lock on the cabinet was actually very shallow; you could easily open it with a metal plate and a gentle pry. So I asked some male classmates at school to help me buy an iPhone 6 model. After putting a phone case on it, it was almost indistinguishable from the real phone. Every time my parents left for work, I would secretly replace the real phone with the model and hide the real phone in my room to play with it at my leisure.

Our family bought a new house 12 years ago. It's a big house with four bedrooms and two living rooms. I have my own private room, which is quite far from my parents' room. I guess they probably don't want me to hear some of their noise. This means that as long as I close the door, I can do whatever I want in my own space.

Although my parents are strict, they respect me and would never suddenly barge into my room. So I can play on my phone freely in my room, as long as I clear all internet traces at the end and switch the phone back before the weekend.

Most importantly, I have a very strong learning ability, and my grades have always been among the top in my class. Even though I secretly played on my phone every night, it didn't affect my grades. My parents have never suspected anything.

After using my phone for a while, the app icons on the screen have become rather dull. WeChat and Weibo, apps that once excited me, are now so familiar they've become somewhat monotonous. As a Gemini, I still crave some new excitement.

That night, I was idly scrolling through my WeChat Moments when I discovered a hidden feature I hadn't noticed before: Message in a Bottle. So I started playing with it with great interest. Because Message in a Bottle is anonymous, the bottles I retrieved were incredibly daring, some of the messages making me blush, yet also incredibly excited. I only dared to look at these bottles; the ones that immediately suggested meeting up for a one-night stand just seemed too dangerous.

I enjoy excitement, but I don't want to put myself in danger. After all, I'm quite satisfied with my life and don't want this happiness to be shattered.

Until I fished out a bottle like this:

"Want to experience some excitement? We can provide an unprecedented level of exhilaration and joy without ever stepping into your real life."

Perhaps I was ovulating that night, with high hormone levels. Or maybe I had collected many bottles and wanted to try it myself. For some inexplicable reason, I added this bottle.

Hello, what's your name?

The other person greeted me politely; their profile picture was a glass of golden whiskey, looking warm in the soft light. Their WeChat account was blank, with no name.

I was a little nervous and almost blocked him several times, but in the end, I inexplicably replied:

"Hello, my name is Xiaoyue."

Looking back now, I realize how foolish I was to use my real name.

"Xiaoyue, what a beautiful name. You should live up to your name, as bright as the moon, as dazzling as the stars, full of poetic charm, and pleasing to the eye."

That's such a cheesy compliment. Just as I was about to block him, he quickly sent another message:

"Want to experience some excitement? Uncle has plenty of experience."

This piqued my curiosity again. The fact that he called himself "uncle" showed that he was quite sincere, unlike some men in their thirties or forties who always try to act young. Moreover, his claim of being very experienced intrigued me.

I just wanted to talk, since I can block you later anyway.

"Then tell me, what would create a stimulating feeling?" I replied.

"Are you a boy or a girl?" the other person asked.

"Does it matter?" I replied.

"Important: I'm not gay, and I won't waste my time on people of the same sex."

"If I told you, would you believe me?"

"It would be best if you could send me a photo to prove your gender."

As I mentally cursed him as an "idiot" and ended the conversation, he replied with another sentence:

"You don't need to show your face, just post a picture of any part of your body."

A strange feeling suddenly welled up inside me, an unprecedented sense of excitement. I steadied myself, took a picture of my ankle with my phone, and sent it.

"What beautiful ankles! The lines are like exquisite works of art, natural and captivating."

At that moment, I felt a tingling, pleasant sensation in my heart. It wasn't just because of the other person's praise, but because I had secretly done something "bad" that I had never done before.

"Okay, can you prove I'm a girl now?" I asked.

"Yes, that's right," the other person replied.

"Then tell me, how can I feel excited?" I continued.

"You felt happy when you patted my ankle, didn't you?"

I could practically feel his mischievous grin even through the screen. My face flushed instantly, and my ears burned.

I didn't know how to reply to him; the conversation was a bit awkward.

The other party seemed very experienced and replied quickly:

"In fact, the so-called pleasure is something we are taught. The more taboo something is, the more shameful it is in our social education, the more it can stimulate us and give us pleasure. When we secretly do things that others don't allow, we feel an unparalleled sense of excitement."

"Did you experience that just now, little Yue? :p"

That darn tongue-out expression is starting to make me succumb.

My hands were trembling slightly; I didn't know how to respond, and finally just replied with a single word, "Mmm."

Want to be even happier?

"Yes, I want to..."

"So, describe what kind of clothes you are wearing?"

This request was unusual. I thought he wanted me to take nude photos for him. If that were the case, I might have thought it over again and ended this absurd conversation.

But the fact that he made such a request made it hard to refuse. And I admit, he touched on a point where a young literary girl wanted to show off her skills.

I took a deep breath and replied:

"I was wearing a soft cotton pajama set, a light blue color, like the color of the sky. The neckline was a little loose, and the cuffs were rolled up slightly. The cotton fabric felt comfortable and relaxing against my skin."

"Hmm, it's a very heartwarming scene. Are your pajamas a two-piece set or a skirt suit?"

I paused for a moment and replied, "It's a skirt suit because it's summer and pants would be a bit too hot. My skirt suit is above the knee so my legs will stay cool."

"Yes, I'm sure your legs are very beautiful."

My face continued to turn red.

"Yes, my legs are long and white, and they go well with this blue nightgown."

"What kind of underwear do you wear?" the other person then asked.

I was a little dazed at first, but the tension and excitement compelled me to continue responding:

"I was wearing a light blue lingerie set. It was light and form-fitting, like a gentle embrace supporting my developing breasts. The blue was a soft shade, like spring petals, giving a refreshing feeling."

"Great, you used the phrase 'newly developing breasts.' Does that description give you pleasure?"

Damn it, he was right again.
I steeled myself and decided to go all in.

"Yes, such descriptions make me happy."

"Does describing it make you happy, or does telling me make you happy?"

An unprecedented sense of shame rushed to my brain, but just as he said, it was accompanied by an unparalleled sense of excitement.

"I don't know why, but telling you makes me feel excited and happy."

"Yes, showing your private things to a stranger makes you happy, right?"

"Yes, I really like this feeling..." I honestly admitted.

"Hmm, let's talk about your underwear. Are they cute little chubby panties?"

I have a lot of cute little panties, but today I'm wearing a pair of lace openwork panties, which my best friend gave me. I said it's hot in the summer and they'll be cool to wear, so my mom didn't mind.

"Not panties"

"Oh, then tell me, Uncle wants to hear it."

"It's summer today, so it's quite hot. I'm wearing a pair of lace panties. The panties are snow-white and low-waisted, which complements the color of my belly and makes my figure look great."

"Hmm, is it wet?"

"What?"

Are your underwear wet?

I was taken aback. When I looked down, I saw that, just as he had said, my underwear was completely soaked between my legs. The sticky feeling made me feel both uncomfortable and excited.

"Mmm...it really is...wet..."

How wet?

"I don't know how to describe it... I'm at a loss for words..." I replied sheepishly.

I want to see.

After struggling for a long time, I took off my lace panties, took a picture with my phone, and sent it over.

"So beautiful, the liquid is crystal clear, it looks like a young girl's secretions."

Seeing his response, my blood rushed and my heart raced; I kept trying to control my breathing.

"Alright, that's enough for today."

To be honest, hearing that made me feel a sudden sense of loss, as if something had been hollowed out.

"However, given your excellent performance, I'll send you a photo."

I'm a little worried that if the message I receive is from a pot-bellied middle-aged man striking a pose he thinks is cool, then my wonderful memories for tonight will probably be ruined.

Soon, the other party sent a photo.

The photo shows a table with a set of barware on it. A hand in a suit is holding a glass of whiskey with a huge ice ball inside, which looks crystal clear next to the glass. The hand is quite white, indicating that the owner is well-mannered. The person on the hand is wearing a brown leather watch, which I don't recognize the brand of, but it looks very high-end.

"Hello, Xiaoyue, it's nice to meet you."

"What should I call you?" I realized that after chatting for so long, I still didn't know the other person's name.

Call me 'The Hermit Without Form'

"What a cringeworthy name."

"Your name doesn't matter. Do you still want to talk to me?"

"think……"

"Then you can call me whatever you want, anything is fine."

How can I find you next time?

"You can call me anytime. If I'm not busy, I'll definitely get back to you."

Are you usually busy?

"Not busy at all, but busy nonetheless."

I really want to strangle him.

"Alright, Xiaoyue, let's leave now."

"..."

The other party indeed went offline and never replied to messages again.

I quickly wiped the liquid off my genitals and underwear with toilet paper and changed into a pair of boxer shorts. We'd been chatting all night, and my phone was almost out of battery. After quickly charging it, I hesitated about deleting the chat history. After some deliberation, I decided to secretly take screenshots of the chat and save them in a separate folder where my parents wouldn't find them.

After finishing all that, it was already past 11 p.m. I buried myself in bed, covered my head with the blanket, and spent the whole night lost in thought, until I finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.

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