A Servant's Visit to His Master (Part 1)

On July 10, 2011, after a long wait, the obedient servant finally got to meet his master.
She said she was very obedient, so when she thought about recording this experience, she suggested a title—"The Obedient Slave Visits His Master." However, when she talked about visiting someone, it was more relaxed than visiting a friend, and it lacked a bit of respect for the master's authority. In the end, the title was decided to be "The Obedient Slave's Visit to His Master."
Guai Nu, 47 years old. Many people think that at this age, she might have passed the stage of self-indulgence, but that's not the case. Mature women often have more desires and yearnings than younger women, and at the same time, they have more courage to pursue happiness. That's why many men feel that mature women are more proactive and considerate, which may be one of the reasons why mature women are more alluring and have a larger market today.

And this is partly why I like mature women, so when she told me her actual age, I didn't think she was old at all; instead, I was even more excited and full of anticipation.
Perhaps the submissive and the master were the first people they met when they entered the SM circle, and because of this, they have always had a deep affection for each other. However, I live in an eastern coastal city, while the submissive lives in the western hinterland, so we never had the chance to meet in person. I never expected that several years would pass by so quickly. But what is meant to be will come. The submissive was sent by the company to work in an eastern city that is only half an hour away from my city. This is an exciting thing for both the master and the submissive.
Before this meeting, Guai Nu was ordered to go on a business trip and happened to pass through the city where I live. So we agreed that Guai Nu would get off the train in my city on his way back and receive his first training since we met.
Several years have passed in the blink of an eye, but a few days seem so long now. Fortunately, they have a lot to say to each other and many fantasies to share. Expectations and desires ferment and swell within them as they are constantly being teased, as if they need a breakthrough to be released. And that breakthrough is on this day.
That afternoon, I successfully picked her up at the station. Since she had told me beforehand she would be wearing a black coat, I recognized her immediately. She had brown, wavy hair, black-rimmed glasses, and fair skin. She wasn't tall, but had a well-proportioned figure. Her simple attire made her indistinguishable from other professional women. If she were in a crowd, I probably wouldn't have noticed her at all, let alone associated her with SM. But that's precisely what I like. I like ordinary women; they give me a more authentic thrill and excitement. An ordinary face, an ordinary expression—it gives you a sense of realism that's within reach.
Because it was so hot, we didn't exchange many pleasantries, and we didn't even have time to take a good look at each other before we rushed to the hotel I had booked. After checking in, there were only the two of us in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
I could tell the submissive was a little lost, avoiding my gaze. I sat down on the double sofa in the center of the living room, while she hesitated, unsure whether to sit down. Worried about her long journey, I told her to sit and rest, but she hesitantly chose a single sofa further away from me.

I thought it was time to get into character. Actually, I hadn't originally intended to pick her up at the station. I hoped she would be kneeling on the floor from the moment we met, ready to get into character, which would facilitate the training. Picking her up at the station would inevitably involve small talk and dealing with practical matters, giving her an excuse to avoid getting into character. As it turned out, my judgment was correct; she didn't immediately find her role. Fortunately, even after adjusting my strategy, it not only didn't hinder the training process but actually awakened her submissive nature, making her more proactive.
I ordered her to sit beside me, my tone deliberately stern. She hesitated, but the authoritative tone of her master made it impossible for her to resist, so she obediently sat down next to me. I pulled her into my arms, and she was clearly surprised by this sudden action, involuntarily letting out a meow—a beautiful sound, like a kitten. But at that moment, she wasn't a kitten, but a female dog. To help her get into character quickly, I told her to go change her clothes.
Before her business trip, she packed stockings and a thong as I requested. On the way, she told me she also brought a lace cheongsam-style lingerie set, but forgot the rope. Therefore, I specially prepared the rope, lubricant, and other supplies.

She pulled out the cheongsam-style lingerie and showed it to me. I said briefly and forcefully: "Take off your outer garment."
She was still a little shy; in fact, she hadn't looked me in the eye even once so far. This was exciting; watching such a mature woman shyly display herself in front of you was thrilling.

She offered some gentle resistance, but only verbally said, "Don't tease me like this," displaying the timidity of a young woman. She wanted to take her clothes to the bedroom to change, but I stopped her and ordered her to stand in the living room, in front of me, and take off her outer clothes one by one. She was clearly a little flustered, crossing her arms and swaying her body.
I said, "Do you need my help?"
"Ah! No!"
"Then hurry up!"
"That's not how it is!"
"Then tell me what it looks like?" I shouted at her.
"I don't know," she said, her voice trembling as if she were crying. It was all so real, happening right before her eyes, that it was exhilarating.
"Then hurry up!" I urged her, and she took off her top, then stood there with her arms still tightly wrapped around herself. Perhaps she was really embarrassed to take off her clothes so shamefully in front of a strange man, or perhaps she preferred to enjoy the pleasure of being forced by her master. In any case, I kept urging her, hoping to destroy her dignity and normal thinking from the very beginning, so that she would obediently follow her master's orders in the chaos. Therefore, it is very important to control the pace in training. Too fast and the slave may not be able to keep up, resulting in rebellion or even escape; while too slow will give her a chance to think and thus be psychologically prepared to deal with you.
She finally complied with my request and took off her pants. At that moment, this 47-year-old woman stood before me wearing only her underwear, her arms crossed over her chest, both to protect her privacy and to express her inner nervousness.

I didn't want to give her enough time to calm down, so I sternly ordered her to put her hands down. Perhaps because of the bra, she didn't resist the order much and quickly complied. I then ordered her to take off her bra. I think she had anticipated this order, but when the moment actually arrived, her inherent feminine shyness still left her somewhat at a loss.
I continued to threaten her with my personal assistance to urge her on. She was still somewhat afraid of my direct physical contact, so this tactic worked well. She eventually took off her bra, though her hands remained crossed over her chest. I sternly ordered her to put her hands down. My reasons for

insisting on this were twofold: first, to get her used to exposing her private parts and experiencing the shame of exposure, thus arousing her inner excitement; second, to test her compliance with orders. Her breasts were round and full, unlike those of a woman her age. Her areolas were still pink, and her nipples were somewhat large. Objectively speaking, her figure was also good; although she had a slight belly, her skin was still radiant and elastic, making her appear significantly younger than her actual age.
To give her a glimmer of hope, I deliberately left her underwear on, then told her to change into the cheongsam-shaped lingerie she had brought. She fiddled with the lingerie for a while, talking to herself, before finally putting it on. Her fair skin appeared hazy and alluring under the black mesh fabric. At least she had something to cover herself with, and she seemed calmer than before, even though the lingerie meant nothing to me. I grabbed a sofa cushion and threw it on the floor. "Kneel down."
I've always believed that during training, the master shouldn't use too much language, especially commands. Commands should be brief and forceful, as this is more intimidating and conveys an irresistible authority. This approach has proven very effective in all my training sessions, and this time was no exception.
She obediently knelt on the ground.

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