My First Female M (Part 2)

After having breakfast by the roadside, it was already past 8 o'clock. I took a bus to her city, hailed a taxi, and quickly arrived at the entrance of her residential complex. It was a nice complex with a security guard at the gate, but he seemed oblivious to those coming and going, chatting and drinking tea in his guardhouse. I entered the complex effortlessly.

Because her building was further inside, it took a bit of a detour, but I quickly reached the building—Unit 2. This was it. Suddenly, the thought of being so close to someone I hadn't met just a few days ago filled me with excitement and anticipation.

Without lingering, I took out my phone and dialed her number. I hung up after it rang three times, thinking she must have been waiting for my number to appear on her screen. I figured she wouldn't miss it. As I climbed the stairs, I heard the security door open. My heart pounded wildly; I could almost hear my own heartbeat. My restless heart was pounding through my body, and I could only try to calm my racing heart with deep breaths.

I mustered my courage, opened the security door, slipped inside, and closed it behind me. Afterwards, I wondered what if I'd gone into the wrong door, but such coincidences are rare. Turning around, I saw a woman smiling at me.

I greeted her with a smile, and she returned the greeting. Since we were already fairly familiar online, there wasn't much small talk. She had me change into the slippers she'd provided and then locked the wooden door inside the security door. From this action, I knew how much she desired it, but I also particularly admired her straightforwardness—her courage in pursuing sexual happiness and her open expression of desire. In my opinion, this frankness was far superior to subtlety and coyness.

When I met her gaze, she didn't look away but smiled and met my eyes. This exchange of glances seemed to give me a deeper understanding of her inner self. As she looked me over, I also took the opportunity to scrutinize her, since photos and reality are quite different.

Her hair was slightly curled, but today it was tied up at the back of her head, making her look clean and neat, and giving her a particularly mature woman's air. She still wore those frameless glasses on her nose, and judging from her lip line, she must have had lip tattooing, as she wore a reddish-pink lipstick. A thin necklace hung on her snow-white neck. Because she was at home, she was wearing a wide-strapped nightgown, which revealed her fair shoulders. Her C-cup breasts lived up to their reputation, standing proudly on her chest. The neckline of the nightgown was a bit high, but it still revealed half of her alluring cleavage. At this point, I was already a little aroused. The purple dress reached her knees, and judging from the style of the nightgown, it should be considered for home rather than lingerie. Below her knees were a pair of smooth calves, and her feet were not big. She wore a pair of plastic slippers with low heels, the kind that could be worn both at home and outside.
When my gaze fell upon her alluring cleavage again, she finally spoke, "Come in and sit down." She turned and walked into the bedroom. I was glad she led me directly to the bedroom instead of the living room. City dwellers rarely bring people to the bedroom, especially those with better housing and larger living rooms. The bedroom is considered a very private territory, and people generally don't ask others to enter except for their own family. Her words dispelled all my previous concerns, and I think she had accepted me as I am now.
When I entered the room, I found her surfing the internet in the bedroom. She sat down at the computer, while I sat on the edge of the bed watching her. The scent of her perfume filled the room, intoxicating me. I couldn't help but exclaim, "It smells so good!"

She turned and smiled, asking, "What smells good?" I said, "You! Everyone says women have a natural fragrance." She laughed, saying it was the perfume. Taking advantage of the moment, I got up and leaned closer, saying I wanted to smell her. Then I stood behind her and brought my nose close to her ear.

She seemed stunned by my action, or perhaps she hadn't expected the passion to ignite so quickly. She didn't dare move her body or head, just clicking the mouse haphazardly. I could tell she had lost interest in surfing the internet.
I deliberately brought my mouth close to her ear, letting my warm breath blow on her sensitive area behind it. Under my teasing, her breathing quickened, and she began to moan softly. Suddenly, I grabbed her breast forcefully. This unexpected stimulation caused her to involuntarily cry out, "Ah..."

That almost wanton moan aroused my interest, and I began kissing her ear from behind, sucking on her earlobe, and vigorously kneading her breasts with both hands. She seemed to enjoy this kneading, even pressing my hands against her chest, signaling me to increase the pressure. So I pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving her only in her underwear, and she kept her eyes closed, waiting for my teasing.

I looked down at her and told her to get two pairs of stockings. She was a little confused at first, but she obediently got up and took two pairs from the closet, one flesh-colored and one black. Then I made her kneel on the bed. Perhaps she had been anticipating my submissive training all along. Although she didn't know what I was going to do, she obediently knelt on the bed. I pulled her hands and tied them behind her back with the flesh-colored stockings. Since it was just a symbolic fix, it wasn't very tight. After tying them up, I continued to kiss her and asked her if she liked it.

She hummed in agreement. After getting her response, I took a pair of black stockings and blindfolded her. She was obviously not used to this yet and asked me in a slightly anxious tone, "What are you doing?"

I didn't stop, but just reassured her, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Blindfolding you might be more stimulating to your heart. The fear and exploration of the unknown space will create a greater stimulation deep inside you." As I spoke, I had already blindfolded her. Because her hands were tied behind her back, her movements were slightly restricted, so she remained kneeling on the bed without moving, or rather, she was waiting for my actions.

I quietly admired her for a while. Her skin was very white and tender, unlike that of a woman over 35. I gently stroked her body, the delicate skin touching every tactile nerve, transmitting the sensation to my brain. At this moment, she was blindfolded, her hands tied behind her back, and she knelt in front of me, bent over. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, her C-cup breasts appeared even larger under the influence of gravity, and her round buttocks looked even more alluring under her small panties.

I sat down and slowly played with her breasts with one hand, kneading her nipples with my fingers. She twisted her body, perhaps the stimulation made it difficult for her to control herself, and she kept moaning. I told her to open her mouth, and she obediently opened her mouth wide, waiting. I took another black stocking and put it in her mouth, tying it tightly behind her head. Then I helped her off the bed, sat on the bed, and guided her to kneel on the floor facing me again. After she was ready, I began to talk to her.

"I'm going to start asking you questions now. You just need to answer by nodding or shaking your head. If you feel unwell, be sure to let me know immediately, and I'll untie you right away. Do you understand?"
She nodded and explained that because the stockings were very thin, she was still able to speak with difficulty.
"So, how about we first explain the rules of this training?"
She continued to nod.
"First of all, I like sexual contact, not just sadistic SM. I think that combining sex and S can bring more pleasure. Can you accept that?"
She nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Okay, also, most SM practices involve punishments for the dominant (S) and submissive (M). You mentioned during our chat that you crave being whipped, so how about we start with whipping as the initial punishment?"
"Hmm," she agreed. Actually, for someone who craves being whipped, whipping isn't really punishment. However, using harsh punishments when people aren't very familiar with each other isn't a wise move. I think a dominant's training of a submissive requires strategy and skill, and a submissive's dependence on a dominant can't be built in a day, or rather, a submissive's submissiveness can't be developed overnight. Furthermore, each submissive's desire to be dominated is different, or rather, selective. They need a dominant who can enter their hearts, just as women only sleep with men they desire, female submissives only... Being able to accept being whipped by a dominant (S) that one desires, and being with that dominant, is pleasurable for the submissive (M). Conversely, they may feel disgust and aversion to being whipped or subjected to other forms of abuse, just like a normal person would feel towards someone else. Therefore, to conquer a submissive, especially a female submissive, one must begin by conquering her heart. This is particularly important for female submissives because, after all, they are still women, and their feminine nature will not change. Therefore, the principle of gradual progress must be followed. This process is one in which the dominant understands the submissive, and also in which the submissive understands the dominant. My view on SM has always been one of mutual enjoyment and mutual respect.

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