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

My experience of being online-substituted as a female sub.
Chapter Two

Author: Avery Rain

Perhaps it was the excitement, or perhaps I was a little tired. I slept very soundly that night, having many strange dreams. When I woke up in the morning, I found my underwear was wet again, so I quickly changed it and put on my school uniform. After washing up and hurriedly eating breakfast, I said goodbye to my parents, slung my schoolbag over my shoulder, and headed to school.
Yunmeng County is not a big town. It only takes about 20 minutes to walk from my home to the school . In recent years, Yunmeng County has been carrying out large-scale infrastructure construction. There are construction sites everywhere, as well as some unfinished projects. The buildings are only half-built, and the bosses' cash flow has dried up. These construction sites have become shelters for beggars and homeless people.
Perhaps it was last night's experience, but walking down the street, I kept feeling like men were staring at me. In fact, I do stand out in a crowd; fair skin, delicate features, and a perfectly developed figure—enough to feast the eyes of these lustful men. Before, I hadn't paid much attention to these things, but after what happened last night, those intense gazes suddenly made me feel tense and excited, causing my cheeks to flush involuntarily.
I had no choice but to keep my head down and hurry along, almost running to school. After sitting down in the classroom, I drank several mouthfuls of water before I could calm down.
Today, I secretly brought my phone to school for the first time, and as a result, I was distracted during several classes. The teachers noticed my inattentiveness and deliberately called on me to answer questions, but luckily I'm a top student, so even when I wasn't paying attention, I could still answer the teachers' questions fluently and easily. Since I'm considered a good student by the teachers, my occasional lapses in concentration didn't arouse much suspicion.
Almost every time class ended, I would immediately grab my phone, sneak into the girls' restroom, open WeChat, and check if "The Hermit of No Form" had sent me a message. But the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment; "The Hermit of No Form" seemed to have vanished into thin air. I really wanted to send him a message to ask if he was online, but in the end, I held back.
After all, my girlfriends always say that the more proactive you are, the more likely you are to lose.

Just before the last PE class, a red dot appeared next to my golden whiskey glass profile picture on WeChat.
My heart was pounding, but PE class was about to start, so I had to hide my phone on my person and go to the playground with my classmates.

Our PE teacher's surname is Sun, and his nickname is "Sun the Cannon." He is tall and strong, and he is very strict with us.
"Alright, for this lesson, we'll start by running laps around the track. Five laps for girls, ten laps for boys." After blowing the whistle to gather everyone, Teacher Sun immediately threw out this hellish task.
"Ah—" A wail came from the group of students. But Sun Dapao's reputation preceded him, and few dared to disobey him. So the whole group ran forward amidst hushed curses.
Because I had something on my mind, and because I was carrying a cell phone, I ran with an odd posture and soon fell to the back of the group.
Sun Dapao, with his sharp eyes, quickly set his sights on me.
"What's wrong, Chen Xiaoyue? Why are you running like that?" Sun Dapao frowned as he looked at me.
"I...I'm not feeling well..."
How exactly are you feeling unwell?
"I...I...I...my stomach hurts..." I made up a lie on the spot.
Teacher Sun's eyes lit up, as if she understood something, and she waved her hand, "Alright, then you can go back to the classroom and rest."
The boys running past me overheard this and began whispering amongst themselves.
I roughly understood how Ms. Sun interpreted my behavior, so I decided to play along. I pretended to be in terrible menstrual cramps, clutching my lower abdomen and making a pained face. I said to Ms. Sun, "Thank you, teacher. I'll go back now." Then I staggered towards the classroom. After leaving Ms. Sun's sight, I ran and hid in the restroom.

Teacher Sun looks fierce, but she's actually a really nice person.
However, good people are usually not very smart.
The "Formless Hermit" is different. He gives off a mischievous vibe, but that mischievousness is cunning, possessing a strange allure that draws people in, making them want to get to know him. Moreover, being with him always brings a sense of inexplicable excitement.
I hid in a bathroom stall, sat on the toilet, and hurriedly took out my phone to open his profile picture.

Three messages
The first one is an emoji, a rose.
The second message read: "Have you been thinking about me all day?"
The third message was: "It's wet down there again, did I guess right?"
I replied with a sentence
"Pooh"
Then I held my phone, waiting for his reply.
Not long after, a message came from "The Hermit Without Form": "Such a slow reply, bad review."
"They're in PE class, it's not that convenient for them."

"Going to class? You're still a student?"

"Um"

"I see... Well then... I can't corrupt the flowers of our motherland."
I cursed inwardly: "I've already taught you, why are you pretending to be a gentleman now? You've aroused my desires, and now you're saying you don't want to play anymore?"
After thinking for a moment, I sent him an eye-rolling emoji.
"By the way, you still haven't answered me, is it wet down there?" he asked.
"I won't answer. You'll be corrupting the future of our nation."
The other party sent a series of grinning emojis.
"That means I guessed right, you're soaking wet down there."
I pulled down my underwear and looked, and he was right. We hadn't even exchanged a few words before I was already aroused again.
"Is there a lot of water down there this time too?"
"No, I didn't."
Send it to me.
"No way!"
You could clearly feel that the other person was happier.
"Then you have to show me something, otherwise it wouldn't have been worth it for me to sneak out of the meeting."
"...What do you want to see..." I felt my face burning.
"It's okay, take your time. Don't send me sensitive parts yet. Just send me whichever part of your body you think is the most beautiful."
The choice was given to me, but it only made me more ashamed. Having to choose for myself—isn't that like offering myself up as a gift?
I hesitated for a long time, and perhaps seeing that I hadn't replied, he sent me another message:
"So, when you choose for yourself, you feel ashamed but also happy, and your heart is pounding, right?"
Damn it.
All I can say is that he really understands women.
"Okay, stop worrying about it. I want to see your collarbone."
When I looked at the screen, I realized there wasn't much time left before the end of PE class, so I quickly replied, "Okay, wait a minute," and started adjusting my posture.
I held up my phone and took several photos of my collarbone from above, but I wasn't very satisfied with any of them. Although my collarbone was quite prominent, our school uniform covered a lot of it, making the photos look a bit dated.

Finally, I took a deep breath, made up my mind, unbuttoned all the buttons on my tracksuit collar, pulled it to one side to reveal my shoulders, and then adjusted the angle to take a photo that showed my shoulders, collarbone, and chin. I carefully avoided showing too much of my face; the photo only showed the beautiful curves of a fifteen-year-old girl's chin, neck, and shoulders. Although the bathroom background was a bit cluttered, it actually accentuated the whiteness and pinkness of my skin, making the photo even more alluring.

I edited the photo a little and then sent it to "The Hermit Without Form."
"What beautiful collarbones, what beautiful shoulders."
Seeing his comments, for some reason, I felt a wonderful feeling that was hard to describe, a kind of joy mixed with a little pride that I felt when I was a child and my parents praised me.
"That's right, I'm the prettiest girl in our class."
"Hmm, why is your face so red? It's all the way to your ears. Is this your first time doing something naughty?"
"Pah, it's all your fault for corrupting me."
"Haha, it was indeed my mistake, and I will take full responsibility for it."
"Pah, who asked you to take responsibility?"
"Hmm, it seems you like irresponsible men, little sister."
"Pah, pah, pah! Who said I liked you?"
We flirted and teased each other on WeChat until the noisy school bell rang.
"I need to get ready for my next class," I replied dejectedly.
"Okay, I have to go back to my meeting now."
"..."
I know what else you want to ask.
"?"
"You want to ask me if I'm hard down there."
My face turned completely red —I had no intention of asking that!
You guessed it, I got an erection.
The other party sent a photo, which he took from above. He was wearing a smart suit, and his legs looked slim, straight, and long, with a large bulge in his trousers between his legs.
"This is bad. If the swelling doesn't go down soon, I don't know how I'll get back to the meeting room... Could you help me reduce the swelling?"
"You brought this on yourself!" I retorted angrily.
"Haha, that's all because of you."
"Okay, that's enough, I have to go to class." If I don't leave now, I'll really be late.
"Okay, go quickly."
When will you be there next time?
Are you free tomorrow night? I'll contact you on WeChat at nine o'clock.
It's rare that he would give me an exact time.
"Yes," I replied, barely able to contain my excitement.
"Okay, let's agree to meet tomorrow night at nine."
"If I'm not online, just go to sleep and don't wait for me," he immediately added.
A sudden pang of disappointment washed over me. Although I really wanted to reply, "If you're not coming tomorrow night, let's delete each other," I ultimately held back and didn't send it.
For some reason, I feel a little reluctant to part with it.
"Um"
I replied with this one last word.
Then she quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe her wet underwear and genitals clean, straightened her clothes, and rushed out of the bathroom to the classroom.
Sigh, I've been led astray.
Chapter Two [End]

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