My First Female M (Part 5)

I thought the story would end there, but that's just how reality is. Sometimes you lose what you don't want to lose, and sometimes you get back what you think you've lost. Life is unpredictable, so why worry so much about gains and losses?
Rainbow Slave, that's the name I gave her, and she likes it very much. Rainbow is an allusion to her name, and at the same time, it implies the beauty of a rainbow. Yes, every slave is beautiful in the master's heart, no matter how lowly or how lewd she may be. A slave's lowliness and lewdness are only shown to the master, and she exists only for the master. This is the dignity of a slave. She may be lowly, but not everyone has the right to say that about her. In her heart, there is only the master. This is the true slave, the true nature of slavery.
That's how Rainbow Slave is.
For a long time, I felt that our relationship had run its course. Although we still kept in touch occasionally, she rarely went online due to work, and I was also sometimes very busy. When we met, we would just exchange polite greetings and chat for a few words. In my opinion, training was not enough to confirm our master-slave relationship. I did not demand anything of her like a real slave would. Although I had put my whole heart into training her, since there was no promise, I should not ask for anything after training. Perhaps this is why I sometimes neglected to further strengthen her. The days passed by uneventfully, and our relationship remained distant. At least in my opinion, Hongnu might not have been that attached to me.
Perhaps according to the popular way of distinguishing between them online, she should be called a submissive rather than a slave. I don't know if she is truly loyal to me, and our relationship is more like a mutually beneficial one. In short, she gives me pleasure, and I give her pleasure.
This relationship ended a year ago.
It's not because we no longer need each other, but because we've started a closer relationship.
One day, Hongnu sent me a cute smiley face as soon as she logged on. I knew she was very excited that day, and something must have made her so happy. However, I didn't rush to ask. Instead, I waited for her to continue. This is the composure that a submissive should have. Don't rush to give your opinion. In fact, sometimes a good submissive might be like a fortune teller. A submissive doesn't know everything, nor does she really know what the submissive is thinking. But a submissive must be good at observing, guiding, and expressing herself skillfully. Of course, all of this is done without the submissive's knowledge. It should be natural.
Sure enough, Hong finally couldn't hold back any longer. "Master, I have good news for you." "Speak."
"Master doesn't seem interested."
"You little bitch, stop beating around the bush and just say what you have to say."
"Alright, Master, I may have to be transferred to the city where you live."
"Really? You yourself are still..."
"Several colleagues went to the branch office over there."
"Are you sure? Are your family members coming with you?"
"Not my family."
"Oh, so you'll be living apart from each other."
Yes, :(
"But once you come here, you can see your master every day."
"Yes, I get really excited just thinking about it."
"Then try your best to win me over. My master also hopes you will come and become my official private slave."
"Am I not yet your official slave?"
"What do you think? Although that training session was unforgettable, it only happened once."
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"There's a procedure to becoming a slave or a bitch; there will be a simple ceremony when you arrive."
"Oh? There's a ceremony? That's so grand."
"Of course, the owner will register you and make you a certificate."
"Really? I can't wait! Master, could you give me a sneak peek?"
I'll tell you later.
Over the next two months, Hongnu would frequently go online to tell me about the progress of her job transfer, as well as her feelings of tension and anticipation. I could almost feel everything she was saying, and I could feel her getting closer and closer to me. As the date drew nearer, I became more and more excited, and I was immersed in a feeling of anticipation and excitement every day.
That day finally arrived. Since she came with her colleagues, I didn't have a chance to pick her up. They also brought a lot of things, which would take some time to unpack and organize. Both the work environment and the dormitory needed time to be tidied up. I didn't rush to suggest meeting her. I just waited quietly, waiting for her heart to calm down after all this. Once she calmed down, she would feel desire and impulse. Only then would her submissive nature truly emerge, and she would be able to calm down and enjoy the pleasure of being trained. Otherwise, if she was distracted, it would hurt both of us.
Within three days, she logged onto QQ. During this period, we only sent her a text message to greet her after she arrived, and we had no other call records. This was also for security reasons. For ordinary people, text messages and phone calls are not as secure as online security. Of course, the internet is not absolutely secure, but communicating through QQ has always been our principle.
Master...
are you all packed up?
Yes
Where do you live?
The company provides dormitories, which are residential houses in a community. I share a two-bedroom apartment with another colleague.
The conditions are pretty good. Is everything settled in?
Yes, Master
Is work and life basically back on track?
Um
I'll treat you to a welcome dinner tonight.
Yes, Master
Is it easy to explain to my colleagues?
There shouldn't be anything wrong. Her boyfriend lives here and hasn't been back for two days.
That's good
I'll contact you after get off work tonight.
Yes, Master
Before leaving work, I called and booked a small private room at a Western restaurant I'd been to before. The rooms there were cozy, small, with curtains and lockable doors from the inside, making them completely private. I loved it after just one visit; it's a great place for dates and "training."

After booking the room, I quietly slipped the equipment I'd prepared some time ago from my office cabinet into my bag. Then I texted Hong, telling her the address and room number. She just replied "I know" and didn't say anything more. This was our agreement for safety—to keep our phones closed and avoid small talk.
As soon as I finished get off work, I went straight to the restaurant, quickly sat down, and waited quietly. She deliberately came out 15 minutes late. Since the two workplaces are not very far apart, she actually arrived exactly 15 minutes later than me.
The moment I stepped inside, her still-charming demeanor captivated me once again. After a year of waiting, I wondered if she or I had changed. Her appearance remained the same, but her aura was vastly different. To avoid arousing suspicion from the waiter, I made small talk, asking if I was stuck in traffic, as if we were old friends. She passively responded, her cheeks clearly flushed, making her even more alluring. Thinking of that unforgettable experience from over a year ago, of her naked body, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.
I casually ordered a set meal, and she also symbolically ordered a set meal. The waiter turned and left. The moment the door closed, I stared intently into her eyes, and she looked up at me just as I did. Our eyes met, and her face turned even redder. She quickly lowered her head to avoid my gaze.
She wore a floral chiffon dress with a neckline that was neither too high nor too low, revealing a slight glimpse of cleavage. Her fair arms were still quite full. Upon entering, one could see that she was wearing ultra-thin, shiny stockings. The hem of her dress was slightly short, about 10cm above her knees, and once she sat down, her entire thighs were practically visible. She wore high heels of at least 8cm, which made her already confident height even more impressive. If one didn't look closely, one wouldn't guess that this woman was nearly forty years old. It was just that the mature charm she exuded revealed her rich life experience.
I asked her about her life and work over the past year. She seemed used to being questioned, answering every question and remaining silent when asked nothing. I enjoyed the process; this is the quality a submissive should have. Perhaps she had subconsciously prepared herself. After all, we both know what meeting means and what we expect from each other. For a mature woman, especially a mature female submissive, desire is an insurmountable chasm. She needs a master. Simple sex cannot satisfy her both physiological and psychological expectations. She needs passion and stimulation. That must be why she came today.

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