[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman in Jinling (Complete) - Part 4

Chapter 020 After Graduation

June 24, 2000.

Today I received my graduation certificate and degree certificate. My classmates were all busy having dinners and celebrating, packing their luggage, and preparing to go home. But I was anxiously waiting for Boss Luo's call. Two weeks ago, Boss Luo told me that she was very busy recently, but she would make time to come to the school to pick me up. Then, I would start a "new" life.

Boss Luo's call finally came. "Lu Kai?" A very sexy and young female voice. But she was definitely no longer a girl. Get everything ready. Tomorrow at 3:30 pm, wait for me at the east gate of your school. I will drive to pick you up. Do you have a lot of luggage?

Not much, only two suitcases.

Two months before graduation, my classmates were busy looking for jobs, preparing for interviews, asking relatives and friends for recommendations, or submitting resumes at various job fairs at school and in society. Everywhere they went, they filled out a lot of forms, and came back talking about how the people in charge of recruitment at the company had such arrogant and deadpan faces, as if someone owed them something in their past life, asking countless stupid questions. When people ask me how my job search is going, I always pull myself together, force a smile, and tell them I haven't found one yet.

Actually, I have. It's the same company I worked for during the summer a year ago. Although the job is somewhat related to my major, there are some hidden reasons that make me feel guilty, and I don't want to talk about it with my classmates, much less make it public.

I wonder if this is a day worth recording. On the afternoon of June 25th, Chairman Luo Yuanchun personally drove to the school to pick me up. From that day on, at 22 years old, I officially became an employee of Chunda Group, and Chairman Luo's full-time follower and "servant."

This sounds absurd, but it's absolutely true. Although I will receive a monthly salary of 3000 yuan from Chunda Group, my job is to serve the chairman's daily needs. I'm about to begin my true torturous love life.

Many classmates received employment contracts, but I received not only a contract but also a "secret agreement." It was drafted by myself three months ago, approved by the chairman, and witnessed by others.

Sounds ridiculous, right? But this "contract of servitude" that changed my fate was something I had painstakingly fought for. Because of this, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad, but I was filled with confusion and fear about the future and everything that might happen.

I was once Chairman Luo Yuanchun's lover, but now, for the sake of loving her and being with her every day, I had to become her servant, "selling myself" as her sex slave. Although it sounded harsh and perverse, deep down I was willing to do it, because I was experiencing the sadomasochistic relationship that was popular abroad with her. From now on, Chairman Luo would not only be my boss, but also my sadomasochistic master, the goddess I would serve 24/7, and I would be her servant, available at her beck and call, providing her with all the services she desired. During the day,

I would work in the chairman's office of Chunda Group, addressing her as Chairman, playing the role of a company employee.

Under the supervision of the office director, Xiao Yaping, I would also assist the company's computer department, maintaining the normal operation of dozens of computers at the company headquarters and participating in computer programming.

At night and on weekends, I stayed in one of the chairperson's apartments, serving her around the clock and calling her "master." I tidied her room, cooked, did laundry, washed dishes, and performed all sorts of household chores, as well as anything the chairperson asked me to do. At the same time, I was also obliged to provide her with my body and affection in whatever ways she pleased. In short, I had to think about how to please her 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year.

All of this was a result of my exposure to Western SM (sadomasochism). SM gradually awakened the submissive consciousness buried deep within me, ultimately turning Luo Yuanchun into my idol. Now, for the sake of loving her, I've decided to give up everything. Not to be her lover (nor worthy of being her lover), but to be her "house slave" because I am only fit to be her servant; and from the bottom of my heart, I enjoy serving her, enjoy this peculiar "master-slave relationship" between us, although I often feel perverted and ashamed.

Luo Yuanchun is a beautiful and exceptionally elegant businesswoman. Her efficient and decisive actions impress and inspire my respect. Although she was much older than me, she looked very young. When I first met her, I thought she was only a few years older than me, maybe in her early thirties at most. Later I learned that I was only five years older than her son.

When I was little, I read a book written by a foreigner that included the line, "Tom's mother was a stunning beauty at forty." I found it hilarious at the time. A stunning beauty at forty? What did that even mean? Are there still stunning beauties at forty? Back then, my perspective was limited; the forty-year-old women I saw were all busy and disheveled. Even if I imagined them dressed up, I figured they couldn't hide the tired, weary wrinkles around their eyes and brows—they were nowhere near stunning beauties.

Later, I saw 36-year-old Maggie Cheung, 40-year-old Rosamund Kwan, and 46-year-old Brigitte Lin in movies, and I realized that some women in the world can be called "stunning beauties" at any age. It's not just about natural beauty; true beauties become more charming with age. When Maggie Cheung first debuted in her twenties, she was criticized as "beautiful, but soulless." As she grew older and gained more experience, her demeanor became more sophisticated, and nearing forty, she was hailed as one of China's "most charming" women.

The renowned Taiwanese writer Bo Yang said, "A woman's physical beauty may fade with time—her skin is no longer delicate and rosy; her hair is no longer jet black and shiny—but her allure increases with age. A twenty-year-old girl is like a flower without fragrance; as she grows older, her fragrance deepens."

It is said that Wallis Simpson, who persuaded King Edward to abdicate, was thirty-seven years old that year. Empress Wu Zetian, when she returned from the Ganye Temple, was already in her thirties, yet she still defeated three thousand concubines to gain exclusive favor. There is no record of an eighteen-year-old girl captivating everyone. The most charming women in history are all mature women with considerable experience. As Bo Yang said, "The love of a young woman is fleeting, but the love of a middle-aged woman runs deep." This is the charm of a mature woman.

Besides the cultivation of emotional intelligence through experience, modern beauties are also better at maintaining their youth than in the past. In the past, a woman's thirties were considered past her prime; now, a woman in her forties is still a flower in full bloom. The market is flooded with beauty products and cosmetic surgeries that promise women eternal youth. On screen, in print media, and online, you'll find beauties of all ages, their smiles captivating and their eyes sparkling. I saw the epitome of a forty-year-old beauty in Chairman Luo.

Actually, what attracted me most wasn't just her charming demeanor and sexy figure, but her resilient character and mature, noble temperament. She is forthright and unrestrained, yet elegant in manner and articulate in speech. Her long-term involvement in the business world has also given her a ruthless side. But this hasn't affected her status in my heart at all; on the contrary, it has made her even more alluring with her fierce, powerful charm. In the company, she is decisive and domineering; sometimes, when she gets angry, she's quite frightening.

She is sometimes like an angel, sometimes like a devil, making me infatuated with her, adore her, and deeply love her. She has become the driving force of my life. I feel that without her, my life would not be complete.

The chairwoman is arguably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She has an oval face with a slightly pointed chin, leaning towards a heart shape. I really can't describe her appearance; it's both grand and elegant, truly stunning! I especially love her eyes—large, deep and expressive, as if they could speak volumes, so bright and lively, with round, large, and sparkling black pupils! Sometimes she looks innocent, sometimes alluring. She has beautiful double eyelids, and long eyelashes that gracefully droop over her pupils, curving upwards, as if my heart flies endlessly with her gaze! Her nose is high and arched like a foreigner's, and especially her lips—they could mesmerize any man! Her lips are playfully upturned like fresh fruit, yet dignified. Her entire appearance exudes a sophisticated charm; if she dyed her hair blonde, people would definitely mistake her for Russian.

She was about 1.70 meters tall, with a model-like figure, but slightly fuller and more voluptuous due to her age. Her skin was as white as jade, and her long, flowing black hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. A former dancer, her figure was flawless. Her upper and lower body were perfectly proportioned, a golden ratio ideal. Although slightly fuller than a young girl, her waist was still shapely, and her hips were naturally full without an ounce of excess fat—a perfect, exquisitely crafted bottom! Most captivating were her breasts; two proud, firm breasts stood upright rather than drooping. When I first met her, I often secretly observed her walk, noticing how her breasts swayed as she walked. Each time, I saw them bounce slightly, almost bursting out! Her abdomen was flat, and while her waist might seem somewhat full on an average woman, her large hips and buttocks made her appear slender. As she walked, her body swayed gracefully, her hips gently moving from side to side, her buttocks bobbing in a very sexy way. She was truly an elegant and sophisticated sexy beauty, the kind of woman among women, a natural beauty.

I had long felt the captivating charm of a woman's swaying body. The beauty of a woman's swaying body lies in the movement of her hips. Nowadays, many women use high heels to elevate their hips, creating an upward-curving shape. Thus, while men may find breasts appealing, the swaying hips arouse desire, exuding a sensual aura in the movement. The owner had firm, upward-curving buttocks, which seemed to indicate a strong libido, enough to keep her entertained with her favorite man all night. Beyond her stunning looks, what truly captivated people about Chairman Luo was her gait and graceful figure. Wherever she went, she was always so upright, always exuding an alluring charm that stirred the fantasies of almost everyone, fueled by the swaying of her hips and the resulting tremors of her body.

For some reason, since childhood, I've been drawn to fair-skinned, tall, voluptuous women who appear clean, and subconsciously harbored a desire to be bullied and humiliated by them. The more beautiful and sexy a woman, the stronger my thrill of being conquered by her became. Even now, this desire remains unshakable, perhaps even growing stronger. I like mature women older than me. In my mind, a beautiful, mature, sexy, and powerful woman is the most alluring and admirable woman in the world; I would even find pleasure in the dirtiest parts of her.

I know this thinking is different from most people's, and I've worried that my psychology might be somewhat perverse, often feeling guilty about it, yet unable to change it. Luo Yuanchun is simply my dream. She possesses everything I dream of in a woman. She was not only wealthy but also stunningly beautiful, with a free-spirited and unrestrained personality. She was exceptionally clean, well-mannered, and possessed a dignified and elegant air, always exuding a fragrant aroma. I never saw her pick her nose, remove her teeth, or engage in any unhygienic or unrefined behavior such as clearing her throat or spitting. She was so radiant that she would watch men kneel before her with complete ease, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, as if she were a goddess

born to be worshipped. I knew very well that in a normal relationship, I would never have a woman like the chairwoman, so I was only fit to be her slave. I couldn't resist her fatal allure. I was willing to give up everything to be her slave, just to be by her side all day. For me, simply living by her side was a dream come true! Although I sometimes felt confused about the future, I didn't regret my decision, because it had all been incredibly hard-won.

Chapter 21: A Change of Fate

It all started a year ago when I took a summer job at a company. It was this summer job in 1999 that changed my fate.

Luo Yuanchun was the general manager and chairwoman of this company. She was so radiant. Though no longer young, her mature charm drew countless admiring eyes, while I, too shy to even look her in the eye, felt completely out of place. We met often, and each time I saw her, I felt awkward. When she was happy, she would pat my shoulder and call me "Xiao Lu," as if I were a younger brother she had watched grow up. There seemed to be some intimacy in her voice, but none of what I expected.

She had a keen eye for my age. Once, she treated a few of us young people to McDonald's, teasing me, "Look at you, so well-behaved, like a middle school student." Though she spoke like a friendly older sister or even an aunt, her smile was incredibly comforting. Her radiant smile always included two faint dimples. I loved her smile, but I dared not look directly at her. Occasionally, our gazes would meet, and I would feel a pang of unease.

One day, we went out together on an errand. On that sweltering afternoon, I was drawn to the unusual scent emanating from her sweat. It smelled like the milky fragrance of a baby. A strange feeling overwhelmed me, and I began to inexplicably gaze at her delicate, fair neck and the barely visible breasts that swayed gently beneath her shirt. My heart pounded and my breath quickened… My

precocious feelings, like dandelions scattered in the wind, left my little secret with nowhere to take root. I idolized her, and then a miracle happened. One day, she took me home, and I gave her my virginity.

August 3, 1999, the most unforgettable moment of my life. For the first time, I embraced a woman, for the first time felt the warmth of another body at such close proximity, and for the first time experienced the tidal wave of emotion surging from another's body. Soon, I became her secret lover.

It was a hot and passionate summer vacation, but it was all too short. In early September, after reluctantly saying goodbye to the chairman and returning to school, I couldn't let go of my sister Yuanchun. I had just experienced the awakening of love, feeling what happiness was for the first time, and understanding the immense power of love.

A girl named Liu Taotao from the Foreign Languages Department approached me again. She was from my hometown, and I met her in my sophomore year; our relationship was on and off. By then, having already experienced women, I was no longer shy. We quickly became close, and spent almost the entire semester together. Liu Taotao was 1.6 meters tall and of average appearance, but her youth gave her a sweet charm. She became very devoted to me, but I often avoided her because I felt something was missing, leaving me feeling empty. One weekend, we went to see a movie and then ate at a small restaurant. We both drank a little, and that night we made love in her dorm room.

It was clearly not her first time, because I didn't see any blood. Taotao wasn't as wild as Sister Yuanchun; she was like a lady in bed. I don't know if it was because the bed was too small, her nature, or inexperience. We finished quickly, perhaps due to nervousness. After the climax, we sat and rested for two minutes.

After that, I felt bored, having to listen to her endless, lingering chatter. Her body was too thin, and her scent was nowhere near as pleasant as Luo Yuanchun's. Gradually, I realized that Tao Tao wasn't right for me. I needed a mature, sexy, romantic, and dignified woman. The love I felt for Luo Yuanchun and the sadomasochistic desires she aroused within me were tormenting me in unimaginable flames. But I also felt I could never find a young beauty like Luo Yuanchun. I was extremely distressed and miserable.

In January 2000, when school let out for winter break, I returned to my hometown in the county. I quickly grew tired of everything about my hometown. I felt like I had lost my soul, constantly absent-minded. Sometimes I seemed to be thinking about Tao Tao, but I soon realized I was missing Luo Yuanchun, and missing her deeply. I longed for her, I longed to see her, to touch her; I found myself loving her. But I also felt I was completely unworthy of her, not to mention the age gap between us. I vaguely felt a terrible desire rising within me, a desire for her to become my SM master, to control me, discipline me, use me, and for me to wholeheartedly serve her and please her… I know this thought is terrifying, and I can feel the immense contradiction between two different emotions. Still relying on your hands? How can that bring pleasure? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals, realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience… Intense and irresistible! Click to enter

I knew there was no future for marriage in my relationship with Ms. Luo. Not only was I unworthy of her, but we were from different social classes, and the age gap between us was unacceptable to my family. She was old enough to be my mother.

But what could I do? I was in the throes of passion, obsessed with her to the point of near madness.

When we broke up last summer, I got a picture of Ms. Luo, and I looked at it dozens of times almost every day. I found that shameful masochistic urge constantly stirring deep within me. I started masturbating frequently.

February 2000. Just after the second day of the Lunar New Year, I returned to school early.

Since there were still two weeks until the start of the semester, the campus was deserted. I stayed alone in my dormitory or wandered around the campus. I was struggling internally. I didn't know what the outcome would be if I went to see Luo Yuanchun again, but I knew I couldn't avoid it. What worried me most was that she might reject me, perhaps she had already forgotten me, perhaps I was just a fleeting encounter, a minor episode in her life. Such minor episodes must be many for a woman as outstanding as her.

How could she like a country bumpkin like me? She never said she loved me. Our sex life seemed to her to be just a physical need, like needing to drink water and eat. Although she said she liked me, it felt more like a fling, used to enhance the atmosphere of lust. It seemed she only treated me as her sex toy, something to vent her frustrations on, discarding me like a used condom afterward, without any real feeling or interest.

However, she once asked me to stay. And I… Now I truly regret it.

Chapter 22

I've always been insecure since childhood, and now I'm even more so. The pressure is mounting as graduation approaches. The more afraid I am, the more I try to escape through masturbation. In my masturbation, she is so tall, so superior, so rich, so unattainable. In the last two weeks, she called me her love slave more than once, and she truly treated me like a sex slave, ordering me around, using me, and even lightly whipping me once with her exquisite leather whip. Twice she even half-jokingly asked me to lick her anus.

Although I felt somewhat humiliated at the time, I was mostly excited and found it very amusing. During our intimate moments, neither of us seemed to care, but now I found myself thinking about BDSM. It was

as if I were under her spell; I couldn't stop thinking about her. The more I thought about her, the more tormented I became. I started masturbating frantically in the fantasy of serving Luo Yuanchun, and the frequency increased. Her photos became my outlet for sexual desire and to alleviate my emptiness. Her image grew increasingly grand in my mind. I began to deify her, gradually escalating my worship to the point where I would do anything for her. I started fantasizing about serving her in all sorts of humble and degrading ways, even fantasizing about licking her buttocks every time.

I visited BDSM websites more frequently, to the point of addiction. Because there, I could find some of the roots of my female worship and my infatuation with Ms. Luo. I longed to lick her shoes, lick her toes, drink her urine, and even lick her anus after she defecated, to show my extreme worship and reverence for her. Although I felt intense self-reproach and guilt after ejaculating, feeling perverted, sinful, and shameless, I couldn't control myself. I became more lonely and less willing to communicate with others.

In this vast and noisy city, I had no relatives or friends. I also longed for happiness, success, and pure love. But reality was far removed from my fantasies. I knew I was weak-willed, timid and fearful since childhood, unwilling to endure hardship, and afraid of competition, so I never dared to have any lofty ambitions. I knew that a poor student from out of town like me, without background, connections, or a wealthy father, would have no future. In this big city, I had almost no prospects and might be unemployed after graduation. Even if I found a job, I would always be trampled on at the bottom. This sense of despair about the future began in my second year of university, and the closer I got to graduation, the greater the pressure and the more disheartened I became. When writing to my sister, I often expressed that life was meaningless and that everything was meaningless. My heart grew increasingly empty and pessimistic, seeking only fleeting escape in SM fantasies. In the hallucinations of serving Luo Yuanchun, masturbation became my only solace.

The city seemed still immersed in the Spring Festival atmosphere, but my longing, anxiety, and psychological pressure intensified daily. Masturbation became more frequent, almost entirely involving sexual fantasies about Chairman Luo. Although I occasionally fantasized about my young stepmother, it was always about licking her anus and genitals. Later, lying in bed at night, only one thought kept replaying in my mind: how to get close to Chairman Luo again and fulfill my SM dreams.

Freud was right; the driving force behind human action is sexual desire. At my age, my penis often dictates my decisions more than my brain. My childhood female worship and recent craving for the SM trend abroad finally hardened my heart; I was determined to return to Chairman Luo's side at any cost, no matter what.

I hope Chairman Luo can become my master. It would be best if she shared similar interests; if not, I'll find a way to cultivate them in her. I must make her my master, and I'll be her submissive. How exciting, how blissful that would be! I must serve her for life. Even if it means giving up my future, losing my dignity, and degrading myself before her, even if my family and friends would ridicule me for my relationship with her, I will do it, I must do it. My life cannot be without Luo Yuanchun. She is too important to my survival and happiness. To enjoy the pleasures of SM with her, I would gladly shorten my lifespan by 30-40 years.

But I don't know if this dream can come true. She is such a noble woman. She might not like sadomasochism, she might think SM is too perverse, too dirty, too disgusting. But she might like it, because in the last few days of last summer, she spoke with a touch of S&M domineering power, and she even had a delicate leather whip that she used on me.

If that were true, how wonderful that would be!

I mustered my courage and called her.

Ms. Luo seemed somewhat surprised; her tone was strained, as if she didn't want to see me again. This hurt me deeply. Last summer, we were so passionate, and I felt again like a condom Ms. Luo had used, discarded in the trash afterward. I had clearly lost my value to her, and I was frustrated, but this was expected. I dared not be angry, nor did I have the right to be. She was so unattainable, yet so important to me.

I begged her, hoping to see her once, but she declined, saying she was too busy lately and would talk about it later, though she didn't completely reject me.

I started writing her letters, pouring out my feelings for her. She didn't reply to sixteen passionate letters. I started calling her constantly, but dared not call too frequently, afraid she would dislike me. She always said she was busy. The more she rejected me, the more attracted I became, and the stronger my resolve grew.

I secretly loitered near her company several times, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Because I knew her general routine, I saw her three times. But each time, she was with someone else. One time, she wore jeans, her full, tight-fitting buttocks swaying alluringly, which excited me intensely and made me even more agitated. Especially after I became obsessed with SM, Ms. Luo's alluring buttocks held a different meaning for me at this moment. Her swaying hips were practically killing me. My desire to lick Ms. Luo's anus had never been stronger, yet I felt ashamed of this thought. Cowardice prevented me from approaching her three times.

I also tried to forget Ms. Luo and read some healthy books, but I always returned to square one after a short while. I was caught in a very contradictory psychological dilemma, sometimes longing to go to her, sometimes sinking into deep self-reproach, feeling that I shouldn't have gone... I became mentally confused and couldn't concentrate on any professional books. The more painful it was, the more I wanted to masturbate, because it became the only relief, and when masturbating, I always fantasized about licking Ms. Luo's buttocks. As a result, I developed almost morbid fantasies about Ms. Luo.

Chapter 023

One day in mid-March, I hardened my heart and decided to go to her.

Fortunately, I had met a security guard at her place last summer, so I got into her building without much trouble. I knew her parking spot, but I decided to wait for her outside in a place where I could see the lobby and elevator without being noticed by other residents. I waited there for almost two hours. It was a cold and windy night, and I was freezing outside when I finally saw her. She was wearing a dark green business suit, with a white blouse collar turned up over her blazer. The tight-fitting dark green skirt accentuated her mature, voluptuous figure. She was with another tall man. My company driver, Xiao Xu, had driven them to the building entrance. As soon as Xiao Xu's car left, before they got on the elevator, I rushed to meet them. She

was surprised, gave the man her keys, and told him to go upstairs and wait for her. Then she spoke to me briefly in the lobby.

She was cold towards me, but eventually agreed to let me come to her house three days later on the weekend.

I was overjoyed, as excited as if I had won the lottery.

I carefully dressed, got a haircut, took a shower, and changed into my favorite clothes. I hadn't slept a wink the night before.

On Saturday, I arrived at her house on time, and she let me in.

Just as she opened the door, Ms. Luo's phone rang. She gestured for me to come in first, then went into the living room to make the call.

I had time to take in the spacious hallway. It felt both familiar and strange, and the furnishings were different from a few months ago. I had a feeling I would fall in love with this place; it was beautiful, simply because of her. The hallway lighting was dim and soft, as if hiding secrets. The guest bathroom was not far away, but bright fluorescent lights there compensated for the dim hallway lighting, illuminating everything clearly. Every door was exquisitely made, with excellent soundproofing; it was very quiet here. My heart calmed down, just like when I was home. The carpet was so soft, I couldn't help but want to lie down on it, but I knew I had to stand up straight. I really wanted to kneel down before her, but I didn't dare. Out of the corner of my eye, I made a new discovery—a newly added mahogany shoe rack was conveniently hidden by the corner of the bathroom wall, less than two feet to my right. I turned my head, and there were definitely more than ten pairs of shoes on it. I had licked Ms. Luo's shoes many times in my fantasies. My head was hot again, my blood was rushing to my head, and I felt dizzy.

"Come in," Ms. Luo finally finished her phone call.

Ms. Luo's room was still so clean and cozy, filled with the fragrance of a woman. She sat comfortably on the sofa, still so beautiful and charming. I stood there awkwardly, my heart pounding, my lower body already aroused. How I wished she would let me take off my clothes like last summer.

"How are you, Xiao Lu?" she asked me. This was the voice I had been dreaming of, the voice only a fairy could have! So melodious, so captivating. “Sit down.”

“It’s okay…but…not really okay either, I think about you every day.” I was a little shy and nervous, but I honestly expressed my feelings. I started addressing her as “you” instead of “you” when we were together last year.

“Really?” Luo Yuanchun seemed a little incredulous.

“You don’t believe me? I dream about you every day,” I said, sitting on the sofa not far from her.

“…” Luo Yuanchun smiled .

“I can’t help but think about you, I can’t forget you in my heart, on me…the place you’ve left…I can’t control myself at all.”

“I know,” Yuanchun replied simply.

A moment of silence followed.

“What should I do?” I pleaded, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. “I hope…to be with you, as long as…I’ll do anything, anything, as long as…”

Pleading always annoyed Luo.

She looked at me, smiling. “Lu Kai, we’re not a good match. There’s too much of an age gap. I could easily be your aunt, and I already have a boyfriend.”

“But…” I bit my lip painfully. “But the age difference isn’t a problem at all. Half a year ago, you didn’t think there was an age issue between us. And I’ll change myself for you. If you want me to mature, I will. I… I can’t live without you. I’ll do anything to see you, to be by your side.”

“Last summer, I asked you to stay, but you didn’t listen.”

“I’m sorry, I was immature then. You don’t know how much I regret it. Please forgive me, give me another chance. I want to stay now. I can’t imagine what life would be like without you.”

“You’re still young, you have a long life ahead of you. You’ll live well without me.” Yuan Chun’s beautiful eyes looked at me. “There are plenty of beautiful girls in the world. Don’t you like girls your age?”

“I only love you in this world. No one can compare to you. I… love you, I admire you, I love you so much I’m going crazy… I can’t live without you.” I knelt down at her feet with a thud. This was the first time I had ever knelt before her willingly, and tears streamed down my face.

Her legs were slightly apart as she looked down at me, a strange expression flashing in her eyes—excitement, contempt, pity, sympathy, doubt, or even admiration…

She seemed to find my pain endearing. Her voice softened. “You can no longer be my boyfriend. I read your letter; it was quite well-written and seemed truthful, but you’re too young for me. You’re far from the mature man I like. You’re still a child, and that’s something you can’t change.”

“But… last summer you didn’t think of me as a child, and I’ll grow up quickly, mature quickly. Please, give me time…

What I want is a man like a man, and you can’t provide that…”

“I…” I was truly speechless.

“Besides, I have a boyfriend now, as you saw the other day.”

“I don’t care if you’re with other men. I just want to… to see you often. Can I work at your company?” I immediately retreated to my second option. "Just being able to see you every day... to serve you... by your side, I've never known happiness before. I can't live without you. Please, Chairman, let me be with you, in any way you can. I'll do anything to be by your side... I'd even be willing to be your servant." I finally uttered those words I only dared to say in letters.

"Joining my company, that's something I might consider, but you haven't graduated yet. Be my servant? What do you mean?" She clearly wanted to continue embarrassing me.

"For love, to be a slave to love, for loving you, I'm willing to give up everything, willing to give my life to you, to be at your disposal... just like a servant..." I stammered, my face flushed to the roots of my neck. The education I received from childhood still made me feel ashamed, and I didn't know how to explain.

She was enjoying my embarrassment.

"Hmm... how about this, I'll consider it. I'll take you as my unofficial slave. I don't have any household slaves yet, but my girlfriend does have one, which is quite amusing. I've always wanted to have a man who can satisfy me as my slave. In your letters, you repeatedly said that you'd give up anything to see me often, even everything you have to be my slave. If that's true, I might consider taking you as a temporary one. Seeing how devoted you are, you seem quite suitable to be my slave. You're very sincere and so young; with some training, you might become a decent slave. Are you really willing?"

"I'm willing, of course I'm willing! I'll do anything to be with you. I'm willing to be your slave. Train me, however you want." I didn't know if she was being genuine, but I felt incredibly happy. A weight had finally been lifted from my shoulders; clearly, she knew about and didn't dislike SM.

"That was a quick reply."

"I've thought it over and over, and I truly want to. In fact, I couldn't ask for more. I'd do anything to see you every day and be with you. To be your... slave would be my honor."

"But I don't know if you can be my slave. I'm a very selfish, willful, and sometimes savage woman, and I'm spoiled rotten. You won't be able to handle it. Besides, being my slave doesn't guarantee you'll see me every day. Maybe I'll lock you in a corner and torture you every day." A cruel smile appeared on Mr. Luo's lips as he finished speaking.

"I can endure it. You don't know how much I worship you. For you, I'm willing to endure anything. To give up everything, I'm willing to worship the land you've walked on. I'm willing to live for your happiness, and for your happiness, I'll endure all kinds of torture and pain. I've even thought about... licking the soles of your shoes clean every day. You don't know how crazy I am about worshipping you, how much I want to see you every day and serve you every day." Knowing she didn't dislike BDSM, I suddenly became bolder.

"That depends on the situation, on whether I need you every day. Xiao Lu, what I want isn't a game, but real life. If you really want to be my slave, you'll be a part of my life, like a piece of furniture, an object. You're only useful when I need you. To be my slave, you have to obey my every command, and sometimes you might not even see me once a month."

"I will definitely satisfy you, make you feel like you need me every day. I will worship you like I worship God, serve you like I serve God, and make you feel like you can't live without me." I recited the dialogue I saw online as if it were a script. Boss

Luo looked at me, a slight smile appearing on her lips, and said gently, "You're so confident. You men are just shameless, all men are shameless. Okay, take off your clothes." Then she ignored me and turned to walk into the bedroom.

I quickly took off my clothes, my heart surging with indescribable joy, and followed her into the bedroom, only to see her turn around and look at me coldly: "I only wanted you to take off your clothes, why did you take off your pants too?" Her voice was somewhat stern.

I was startled. I had intended to hug her, quickly take off her clothes, and make love to her. My penis was already hard and erect, and I felt extremely embarrassed and vaguely aggrieved, but I didn't know what to say.

Luo Yuanchun walked over and slowly moved closer to me. I was startled; her breasts pressed against my chest through her bra, and her lower body pressed against my penis through her underwear. Her alluring fragrance filled the air.

I felt that she seemed excited as well, and I almost couldn't resist, but her eyes commanded me not to move. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and a mature woman's unique fragrance, mixed with her rose perfume, wafted into my nose. She looked at me tenderly and said, "You want to make love to me, right?"

"Yes!" I nodded quickly. My breathing was so rapid that I could hardly speak. I looked at her anxiously, wanting to call her "master.

" "Do you think being my slave is just about making love to me? Being my slave means doing much more than that. Sigh, you can't do it. You should leave," Luo sighed and released me.

"Yes! I can do anything." I nodded quickly, trembling nervously, afraid she would change her mind again. "I'll do anything for you."

"Can you drink my foot bath water?"

"Yes."

"Can you drink my urine?

" "I...I can, you know I've drunk it before."

"If I made you drink it every day, could you manage?" Ms. Luo winked slyly.

"I...I don't know? Why would you make me drink that every day?" I hesitated, confused, and felt a bit surprised. Although I knew about the concept of drinking "holy water" on SM websites, I didn't like it, and I never expected her to make such a humiliating and outrageous request during our first meeting after we parted. My heart sank.

"No reason, it's just that I'm willing. Can you do it?" “

I…I don’t know…I think maybe after a while…it’s possible, but…” I was wavering.

She nudged me hard, and I couldn’t take it anymore; my legs buckled.

“I advise you to think it over carefully before answering me. Don’t act impulsively,” Yuan Chun turned around. “Being my slave isn’t just about having sex with me. You have to be able to tolerate my willfulness and savagery. Sometimes I can be unreasonable, and you have to be able to endure my abuse. Sometimes when I’m in a bad mood, I’ll hit people. My slaves are my punching bags, the punching bags I hit. Can you handle that? As my slave, can you tolerate me having sex with other men? You keep saying you can do anything for me, but you can’t. You should leave.”

Seeing her face darken, I panicked and knelt down in front of her again.

“I can do it, I definitely can. I can drink every day. I’ll drink right now to prove to you that I’m not lying. For you, I really can do anything.” "I was both anxious and ashamed. A strong sense of humiliation and the fear of losing her overwhelmed me. Yuan Chun's alluring thighs were right in front of me. Lust, fear, and shame intertwined and tormented me. I looked up and pleaded, 'Please, take me! I want to live by your side for the rest of my life, to be your slave.' I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed her thighs. But I didn't dare touch her genitals. I kept my face upturned, tears streaming down my face.

Boss Luo softened.

'You're a promising young man. Do you really want to give up everything for me... to serve me?' she said, stroking my hair.

'I don't want my future. I only want you. Serving you is my future.'

Her expression softened. After a slight hesitation, she commanded. "

"Lick my shoes clean,"

I immediately obeyed, and tried my best to do so.

Chapter 24: Sexual Madness

. Boss Luo's shoes were very clean. Actually, even if they weren't clean, I wouldn't feel disgusted. After licking the upper, I went to lick the heel, a 4cm stiletto. Some submissives online like to suck on high heels with their mouths; I really don't know what it feels like to have one stuck in your mouth.

I felt Boss Luo gently stroking my hair. She didn't say anything, just gently patted the back of my neck. I followed her touch and lowered my body further to the ground, burying my head even lower. I began to lick her shoes diligently. It was a strange feeling.

I lifted one of her feet with my hand, lay flat on the ground, and placed her foot on my face. …

Her heel was on my forehead, the top of her foot on my nose, it was very uncomfortable. I turned around so that her heel was directly in front of my mouth.

I gently rubbed the sole of her shoe with my palm, then placed her toes on my forehead, and gently put her heel into my mouth.

It was really hard, that was my first impression, my mouth felt full, and my tongue began to circle around her heel, then inhale and exhale, I felt like I was being a slut, but my heart and mouth felt very full.

After a few minutes, I pulled her heel out of my mouth and was about to stand up when she moved faster, stepping on my chest and pressing me to the ground.

She moved to my right, “Hold on tight.” As she spoke, she sat down, pressing against my back. Ms. Luo was heavier than I'd imagined. The moment she sat on me, I felt my whole body go limp. Even though there was a shirt and robe between us, this was the first time in six months that I'd been so close to Ms. Luo. I was so happy I almost fainted.

But my mind became highly focused. I firmly supported myself on the ground. This was the first task Ms. Luo had given me after we met, and I couldn't let her down.

Ms. Luo carefully pulled at the hem of her bathrobe and sat on her admirer's lap. She crossed one leg over the other, her usual reading posture. Then, she opened the letter she had opened that morning—the one I had written to her a week ago, left unopened until this morning, when she had forgotten to read it. Clearly, she wanted to know what else I had written, and now she could ask the person beneath her what I had written.

After reading the letter, she got up and sat on the sofa. "Climb closer, I want to tease your little pecker!"—Oh my god! What a beautiful voice, like an angel's call!

I immediately complied. Ms. Luo's delicate right foot circled my penis, the almost imperceptible contact making my lower abdomen tense, my swollen glans yearning for the caress of her slender foot. Every toe brought me divine pleasure. She stretched her left foot towards my face, the sole of her shoe rubbing against my cheek: "Do I have to teach you?"

I immediately used my mouth to remove her left shoe and sock. Before I could even properly admire her delicate foot, her toes had already slid into my mouth like a fish. I hurriedly and nervously took her big toe into my mouth, and the delicate skin on the instep, the faintly visible veins, were clearly visible before my eyes. Whether it was my self-control at 22 then or later at 26, I couldn't escape that dreamlike, intoxicating feeling.

If such feet can't move you, if such toes can't arouse your desire to lick them, then you're probably sexually deficient! Her sole pressed against my chin, while her toes enjoyed the caress of my tongue. Her toes were filled with mystery and allure; all the deliciousness and pleasure seemed to emanate from between them, more irresistible than a beautiful woman's cherry lips or the alluring vulva between her jade legs. My tongue slipped between her big toe and another beautiful toe, and then, the back of her right foot reached under my scrotum, supporting my poor, yet lucky, manhood with her warm instep. Her foot playfully slid down, her toes even approaching my anus. I was terrified! I was terrified she would insert those toes into my anus—I would definitely lose control of my pleasure, and my semen would shamelessly gush out—wouldn't that be true! My glans was beginning to secrete a clear liquid; perhaps this was just the prelude. I then licked each of Ms. Luo's toes. While licking the soles of her feet, she seemed unaware of the immense allure of her feet; many women's feet are only suitable for viewing from above or the side. The chairman's feet were different. Her soles were more shapely, more supple, the toes were clean, and the skin on the soles was more alluring. Most men with an M-shaped foot would beg to be trampled under such feet! My heart was captivated!

I held her smooth toes in my mouth, expressing my deepest adoration with my tongue. Her toes were so perfect that even her toenails seemed to hold a tender affection. Those nimble, snake-like toes moved lightly and gracefully in my mouth, like the white neck of a swan. Her right foot gripped my penis, and with it, my life! I could easily imagine her beautiful foot stroking my penis. At 22, I groaned as her beautiful foot moved up and down, my mouth instinctively tightening its grip on her toes!

I don't know how much time passed—maybe 10 minutes, maybe 2 minutes—but I wished it were a century!

"Okay! Little darling! Take off my underwear!" Her voice was so beautiful, charming, feminine, and full of tenderness.

"Oh!" With trembling hands, I pulled down her panties and buried my face in her genitals. She held my head in her hands, enjoying the service of my mouth and tongue. It was a familiar taste, so alluring, so intimate. Then she lay down on the bed, legs apart, making me kneel between her legs and bury my head between them to serve her lower body. She held my head and neck with one hand, making me serve her with all my might, while the other hand took off her bra and kneaded her breasts.

"Lick inside me,"

"Yes," my tongue frantically licked and kissed, probing deep into her flesh. That familiar taste, that familiar feeling. Her lower body was clean; perhaps she had just taken a shower. It tasted wonderful.

Soon, she became excited. I wanted to climb on top of her, but I didn't dare without her permission.

I felt extremely happy. I found that I really enjoyed serving her like this; the pleasure of being abused by this beautiful woman was intoxicating.

I knelt respectfully on the ground, my head between Mr. Luo's thighs.

"Lick my thighs!"

Hearing Boss Luo's order, I hurriedly stuck out my wet, hot tongue and carefully licked her snow-white groin. It was a long-lost feeling, a moment of ecstasy.

"Mmm..."

Time passed by, minute by minute...

The intense pleasure forced Boss Luo to writhe involuntarily.

Boss Luo's vulva began to writhe, and even Boss Luo herself could feel the vaginal fluid overflowing from the opening.

I could sense that Boss Luo liked me touching the perineum between her vaginal opening and anus. Obviously, her anus was very sensitive, with many nerve endings. I noticed that Boss Luo's thighs trembled slightly. I looked up and saw that Boss Luo's eyes were half-closed, her gaze unfocused, her cheeks flushed, and she was moaning softly, looking very much enjoying herself. I knew that she had achieved great pleasure. Boss Luo's moans were very sexy and melodious.

I saw that the pubic hair on Boss Luo's mons pubis was shiny black because it was wet with vaginal fluid, and the pink flesh between the two petals was contracting and opening.

"Open your mouth!"

Boss Luo commanded. A sense of authority rose in her eyes, making me unable to look directly at her, and I looked away.

"Yes,"

I said respectfully, opening my mouth, anticipating what she was about to do. I knew her vulva was for urination and intercourse, and I knew clearly that it was currently filled with her urine. A strange urge surged within me.

"Very good!" Ms. Luo said with satisfaction.

Then she positioned her labia against my mouth, preparing to urinate inside.

At this close range, I could clearly see again Ms. Luo's thick pubic hair forming an inverted triangle covering her pubic area.

And where the pubic hair covered, there was a pink, obscene valley.

Through the cracked flesh, I could vaguely see a deep hole formed by tender flesh.

And behind the labia, a small chrysanthemum bloomed, forming a captivating sight.

"Splash!"

Just then, Ms. Luo released her excess fluid.

Instantly, a stream of pale yellow urine shot out from the center of her labia.

As the urine continued to flow into my mouth, I instinctively flinched, but immediately met it, eagerly swallowing it.

"Ugh!"

Her stream of urine was so forceful that I barely had a chance to breathe.

After more than half a year apart, our first meeting was with her urine. I didn't know how to interpret her behavior. Perhaps she already knew about BDSM, or perhaps she was a seasoned BDSM practitioner.

Her urine was very smelly; I suddenly realized that even beautiful women's urine could smell bad. The strong smell made it almost impossible for me to breathe, but her earlier assurance left me no way out. I drank her urine in large gulps, a strange, warm feeling washing over me.

Ms. Luo relaxed the muscles around my urethra, letting a continuous stream of pale yellow urine shoot into my mouth.

"Hiss, hiss," the flow gradually weakened.

The urine fell into my throat, making a lewd sound. I gulped it down, feeling as if my soul had left my body, being mercilessly humiliated and violated by this beautiful middle-aged woman, yet I was thrilled by it, experiencing a masochistic pleasure I'd never felt before. So this is what SM is like.

After about 20 seconds, the urine gushing from Mr. Luo's vagina gradually stopped.

"How was it? Good?"

"Good, because it's yours."

I licked the droplets of water that had splashed from my lips, answering with a satisfied smack. Her urine was a little salty, and seemed slightly sour. The taste was strange.

"Alright, now lick it clean."

I obediently used my tongue to clean her genitals.

I plunged my tongue deep into Ms. Luo's genitals and licked vigorously, my tongue going even deeper, constantly rubbing back and forth against the inner walls of her vagina, finally finding the erogenous zone inside. I licked and rubbed it vigorously. Her vagina was already overflowing, and I sucked hard, then drank the love juice in large gulps. The expression on my face, as if drinking nectar, made Ms. Luo extremely excited.

"Ah, ah, ah..." Accompanied by her excited cries, Ms. Luo seemed to have flown into heaven. Perhaps feeling that my tongue wasn't strong enough, she pulled my hair hard, swaying back and forth, making my tongue thrust in and out of her vagina. My nose was rubbing against her clitoris.

I suddenly remembered the recent reports in the newspapers about the sex scandals of American presidents. That girl named Lewinsky gave Clinton oral sex, which was later reportedly considered by some to not be sexual intercourse. I don't know if what I'm doing for President Luo now counts as sexual intercourse.

Time passed minute by minute!

Finally, President Luo exerted force and shot a string of thick nectar into my mouth. She finally reached orgasm. She leaned weakly against the sofa and lay down, watching me drink her nectar with a smug look. I finally brought President Luo to orgasm with my mouth.

Chapter 025 As Wish Fulfilled

President Luo lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed for more than ten minutes, seemingly asleep, because her breathing later became even and deep. I remained quietly kneeling beside her.

Suddenly, President Luo opened her eyes, then took out a white cotton rope and a collar with a leather belt from the bedside table, and ordered me, "Lie down and put your hands behind your back."

I was a little surprised, but dared not disobey, and quickly did so. She straddled my waist and back with her bare buttocks, and pulled my hands behind my back forcefully.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath and exclaim, "Sister Yuanchun, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!" She slapped me, and I dared not say anything more. She began to tie me up with rope, first wrapping the rope symmetrically around my upper arms twice, pulling it tight to minimize the distance between my arms, forcing my chest to stick out high. Then she overlapped my forearms and tied them tightly with the rope.

Her movements weren't skilled, but the method was simple, effectively constricting the muscles of my upper arms and chest, allowing my powerful and desire-filled body to be completely under her control. Then she took a black leather collar from a drawer in her cupboard, put it on me, and lifted me up. I looked at her with some fear; I had no autonomy at all, completely under her mercy.

"You're not allowed to call me 'sister' anymore,"

she said, gently tightening the collar around my neck as she looked at me softly. "How does that feel, little darling?"

"I..." I didn't know what to say. Just now she called herself my sister, but now she forbids me from calling her that. I was at a loss, but it seemed like I could no longer call her sister.

"Call me Auntie."

"Yes, Auntie."

"From now on, you are my slave, a slave to serve me, to satisfy my sexual desires and all my needs!"

"I...yes, Auntie, you agree?

" "Fool, if you don't agree, would I make you drink my urine?" Yuan Chun said, "You licked me very comfortably just now. I've thought about it. If you licked me comfortably, I'll keep you to serve me, to be my slave. Cherish it."

"Then I'm yours... your servant... serving you, Mr. Luo... Aunt Luo... I can be with you every day, I'm so happy... I definitely won't let you down, Auntie." My face lit up with excitement. When she straddled me and tied me up, I felt a humiliating sense of being completely possessed by her, completely belonging to her. At that moment, I called this woman, who was 17 years older than me, "Mistress" in my heart. To be honest, at this moment, I would gladly call her "Grandma" or "Grandmother." "However, don't be too happy yet. Although

I've agreed to take you in, it's only temporary. I still need to test you for a few more days. If I'm not satisfied, I can send you away at any time... And remember, taking you in doesn't mean you have to be with me every day, understand?"

"I will definitely satisfy you," I promised eagerly. "Auntie, I will definitely make you like me." "

Ms. Luo lay down, pulling me by the neck so I was on top of her. My erect penis was already pressing against her vulva, but I didn't dare to penetrate. She made me stick my butt out like that, and with her other hand, she took a stiff riding crop from the cabinet and slapped my unsuspecting buttocks.

I cried out, 'Ah!' 'Slap! Slap!

' 'Do you know about the BDSM trend that's popular abroad?' Ms. Luo asked. 'I know, I often look at some SM websites, and I really like BDSM. Do you like it, Auntie?' 'I already guessed you might be a little BDSM fan, quite influenced, even willing to give up everything to realize your dream.' She didn't answer me directly. 'Mainly because you are so perfect, so rare. You are the most beautiful and charming woman I have ever seen. The first time I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you. And I've been secretly in love with you ever since.' I repeated the words I had already confessed to her in the letter, 'Because of you, I gradually came to like BDSM.' 'Tell me, do you often masturbate thinking about me?'" “ Yes, for the past six months, I’ve almost never masturbated without thinking about you.” “How often do you masturbate?” “Two or three times a day.” “Goodness, I should charge you.” Luo Yuanchun shifted her body slightly. “Auntie, do you also like sadomasochism?” “Of course I know. Didn’t you see the whips, handcuffs, and leg irons in my closet? Those are to add excitement and novelty to my sex life. I quite enjoy arousing my emotions and achieving orgasm through physical abuse of men.” “Great, Auntie.” “Put it in, serve me with your little brother, my slave!” “Yes, Auntie!” "I said, it felt warm to hear her call me a slave, and it felt so good to call her 'Auntie.' Because my hands were tightly bound and she was holding my neck, all I could do was thrust my hips forward. I felt like I was just a sex toy, used to serve this voluptuous and beautiful woman in front of me. Boss Luo started groaning, looking up at my bound arms and my thrusting hips, wielding the whip. Every time my hips reached their highest point, the whip would strike them. In my excitement, I didn't know how to control the force, acting completely recklessly. Every time I was hit, I couldn't help but cry out 'Ah!', unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain. 'Hurry up, harder!' Boss Luo lashed down harder with the whip, commanding me. I thrust my hips forward even harder... I was drenched in sweat, having been doing this for over 20 minutes. 'Ah... Slave!'" "Boss Luo reached another climax, gripping my neck even tighter with one hand, and with the other, she simply threw away the whip, pulling my buttocks close so that my penis was thrust deep inside her. 'Ejaculate, slave! I command you to ejaculate!' 'Ah, Auntie...yes...thank you...Master.' I was also close to climaxing, my penis pumping uncontrollably inside her. Suddenly, that familiar, intoxicating feeling...ah...I came, I came a lot, it felt so good."

I lay quietly beside Boss Luo, covered in sweat, bound by a woman, my neck held in her hand, serving her under her whip's command, and finally ejaculating at her command. In that instant, my heart was filled with the feeling of belonging to her, of being possessed by her, a feeling that lingered for a long time afterward.

This was the feeling I had longed for, and I had finally gotten my wish.

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