A female supervisor who likes SM tells a story (student campus adult novel)

I found this on the computer of a female manager in our company. She closed the page in a hurry but still found it for me. I was a little angry. It is absolutely not allowed to do private things during working hours. Although I am easy-going, love to play and laugh, and hope that the company's atmosphere is harmonious, but work is work, and work is serious! Even the most beautiful girl in the company is no exception! However, after reading this article, I softened my heart. It turns out that this girl likes SM, likes me, and we are online friends in the same compound! ! How could such a coincidence happen in the world? ? Just for this reason, I can avoid punishing her. In my opinion, this article is very true, and it also tells the story of a girl's love for SM. The "weird feeling" she had when she was tied up by girls in college and when she had her hands twisted by boys on the dance floor was actually a manifestation of her inner masochism. The first time I was tied up and had sex with my boyfriend, it felt like I was being raped, but I was particularly excited. It is also a way to vent the inner masochistic desire. These details are real and meticulous and cannot be made up. Also, the details of hanging in the hut, the broken ceiling, and paying compensation to the landlord are impossible to make up. This is indeed a good SM article written by a girl. It is much better than those posts that claim to be true but are actually just spam. Unfortunately, this MM Yuan didn't dare to post this article for fear of being harassed online, so I had to forward it here on her behalf. She is a beautiful girl in the Li family compound, and her name is kept secret.

I like SM, even though entering here is like entering a cage, even though it is a road of no return. I know. But I still like it. The feeling that SM brings me is irreplaceable. He enjoyed the pleasure while being tied up, and as soon as the pain eased, his desire burst out. I also tried to record it, but pale words could not express the boiling feeling. This road is too difficult to walk. If you hide yourself too deeply, no one will find you, and the desires in your heart will be difficult to quench. But the thought of exposing myself in broad daylight would make me dare not do anything even if I were to die. From the heartbeats, excitement, and nervousness when chatting and looking at pictures online, to the fear of implementation and the men's misconduct - alas, I can only bury SM deep in my heart.

The good moments in life are too short. Short is also long. The memories left behind are becoming more and more beautiful despite some imperfections. A gorgeous and dazzling flower in the garden withered in the vase of the winner of the imperial examination before it could bloom. Looking at the withered branches and dead leaves in the garden, I feel happy. When I was a junior, the boys in our class and some boys from other classes always surrounded me. The competition between A from our class and L from the fourth department became fierce and we became rivals in love. Girls always make fun of them. But at that time I didn't know how to cherish them, and I wasn't particularly satisfied with them. Rather than saying that I felt good about myself, it would be better to say that I had absolute confidence in myself. I treated both A and L indifferently, letting them be like toads wanting to eat swan meat. However, a dance party broke this balance and changed me. I went home that afternoon and got back to school late. It was already halfway through the dance floor when I arrived. L was standing by the door and pulled me down to the dance floor as soon as he saw me. He seemed very angry. When we were dancing, he glared at me fiercely. He twisted my arms forcefully behind my back several times, forcing me to stick my chest out and get close to him. Although it was painful, I felt a strange feeling in my heart. I didn't understand the feeling until we started living together later.

There were five people in our dormitory, and by our junior year, all of us had boyfriends. Although we came from different places, we had a very good relationship. Since that dance, A started to get along well with a Sichuan girl in our dormitory. My behavior was extremely ignorant, and I felt so sorry for A. He had given me so much happiness and care, but I only brought him a blow. I said a lot of hurtful things to them, and all the girls in the dormitory thought I was going too far.

One summer night, they were scolding me and starting a fight. I was wearing a nightgown with the neckline ripped open, exposing my breasts. They chattered and whooped with excitement, and quickly stripped me naked, pinned me down, tied my limbs to the corners of the bed, and then squeezed me. I felt itchy, painful, angry and scared. In the end I cried and they were scared too. Let me go quickly and apologize to me. I don't blame them, it's really my own fault. Later we reconciled. That was my first time being tied up and it felt weird. Many times when I was lying in bed at night, I would still recall the scene of being tied up, and even fantasize about doing it again. Of course, I would never dare say that out loud. . .

After graduation, I became good friends with L. It is a joy to be with L. The self-liberation and indulgence turn a girl into a woman. He is from Northeast China and didn't want to go back, but he stayed for my sake. The house he rented was very small, but we never stopped enjoying the happiness in that little house. He likes me to wear black fishnet stockings, thongs, and high heels with ankle straps. I told him those were what prostitutes wore, and that they couldn't wear them when going out, so they wore them indoors to show him. As they watched, we began to make love. Although we had no idea what SM was at the time, thinking back now, it all started from there.

One day, I was in a particularly good mood, so I bought a lot of his favorite food and went to see him after get off work. But he never came back, and I insisted on not calling him, wanting to give him a surprise. He didn't come back until almost 12 o'clock. When he suddenly saw me, he was very excited and pushed me onto the bed. I thought he was too dirty and asked him to take a shower first, but he refused. I even tied my hands and feet to the bed with a rope. I struggled, and that familiar strange feeling reappeared. Of course he finally got what he wanted and stripped me naked and tied me to the bed. The strange thing is, the stronger the feeling of being raped, the more excited I became. I moaned softly and cooperated with him. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Even now, I can feel a hot current and I can’t write any more…

A few days later, I walked in when L was surfing the Internet. He was startled and quickly closed the page. I insisted that he show it to me and opened the page myself. Ah, so many pictures of girls being tied up and hung up, like bitches being trained, with close-ups of breasts and genitals being restrained and stimulated. It's so exciting. Only then did I know what SM meant. It turns out that there are so many people like me who like the feeling of being tied up, so I can't be considered a pervert. The burden in my heart was lightened a lot, and I blushed and accepted his request to tie me up. He stripped me naked and tied me up with great excitement. I obediently put my hands behind my back and enjoyed the rope wrapping around my body. This time it was really exciting. My breasts and vagina were tied up. I felt like a woman who was ready to go through fire and water. Gradually, I could hardly control my emotions. I even hoped that the rope could be tied tighter and further inside. I moaned, wanting him to go faster, wanting him to penetrate me so badly. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and pounced on me. What we did was so crazy that I didn't care whether anyone heard it or not, and I moaned loudly and unrestrainedly. After we finished, his penis was actually rubbed by the rope tied around me! My body was soft for a long time after the rope was loosened, as if I was anesthetized, and I could even feel the blood flowing. It is certain that he likes SM, but he has always avoided talking about when it started.

After that, bondage became commonplace, and our sex life became more frequent than when we first started living together, and I went back to my own home less often. He would tie me up whenever he wanted, and there was nothing I could do even if I didn't want to. The most embarrassing time was when he was not at home, I went online and browsed many SM websites. When he came back at night, he actually found all the pictures I had seen on the computer. This time, my body and my inner world were completely exposed to him. Computers are so scary. Now when I go online I feel like I’m being dug out from the 18th floor underground and exposed in broad daylight.

He always imitates SM on the Internet to treat me. And my favorite part is when he hangs me up. He dug a hole in the roof and tied a rope down from it. At first, my hands were tied together and I was hung up with my feet not off the ground. Later, it progressed to hanging me up completely. I didn't even notice that my wrists were bruised. He whipped me with a belt. It was just a symbolic whipping, but it was very comfortable, a very perverted kind of comfort. I was very excited when he tortured me, and my moans and twisting of my body were particularly stimulating to him. After we broke up, he admitted that as a girl, I brought him enormous happiness, which not every girl can give him. He used red oil pastels to draw whip marks on my body. The drawings were very realistic and he felt very excited watching them. Can this also be considered body painting? Can it be considered art? If that counts, I might as well whip the girl like this and display her on the street. Maybe I'll win a prize.

Later, he became more skilled in hanging me up, and he tied my limbs behind my back and hung my body with my body bent backwards on the beam. This was not particularly painful, but after a while I was unable to lift my head, let alone struggle, and could only let him do whatever he wanted. He pushed my body and made me hang on it and swing, and as a result, the drywall around the rope broke and fell down, and the drywall and the wooden strips with nails hit me and cut me in several places. Through the hole, you can see that the beams have been worn away by the ropes. After some time, when the landlord came to collect the rent, he saw that the ceiling was broken and blamed us. We were so scared that we made up a lie and said that there was a cat upstairs and we broke it when we tried to catch the cat, so we quickly paid compensation to settle the matter.

It was extremely cold at that time, and I had goose bumps all over my body. The electric heater didn't work, so he lit the charcoal on the barbecue stove and placed it next to me, burning me like a torture instrument. But he didn't do that, he just kept warm. As a result, one side of my body was hot and the other side was cold, and I was sneezing from the cold after being hung up. Hanging up and strangling the hands is the most painful. My wrists are always tied with ropes and the skin has not grown well. I dare not stretch my hands out at work. When it is serious, I have to wear a wrist guard. I remember that later during an online chat, a netizen asked me how to find a girl who likes SM in real life. I said that most people who wear wrist guards on their hands are, think about it, those who wear one are tennis players, why do they wear them on both hands? The conditions were so bad at that time that I shivered even when taking a shower. But when I hugged him and buried my head in his broad chest, I felt that even if I died, my life would not have been in vain. This is sexual attraction, and it is also my true feeling. However, people's feelings can change.

L likes outings. Once, we went to Wuling Mountain with some friends, and we stayed in a tent in the wild at night. He wanted me to go out with him at night and tie me up, but I refused. He then suggested nailing me to the ground in the tent, but I didn't want to do that either. Although it was summer, the temperature in the mountains at night was still very low. It was not warm even in the sleeping bag, let alone lying on the mud. But he forced me. The distance between the tents was very close. The forest was very quiet at night. Any noise from other tents could be heard. If I argued with him, others would hear me. For the sake of face, I had to endure and satisfy him. He fixed me to the ground with ropes and tent nails and fiddled with me for a long time. The next day I felt unwell, and it got worse when we were going down the mountain. The mountain was quite steep, and I felt top-heavy and couldn't walk any more. He didn't even offer to carry my backpack for me. I hired a slider myself, and he mocked me in front of so many good friends. My tears were almost dried up, but he seemed not to notice. I stayed in bed for two days after I got home, and he didn't even call me. I was so sad!

The rope we used was very dirty and couldn't be cleaned. The bottom of the old bundle was too dirty. We went to buy ropes that day and he tied me up. I told him not to tie me up below because I couldn't walk, but he didn't listen and still tied me up around my private parts. She put on a long dress on the outside and a coat to cover the cuffs. It was fine when I went out, I got a taxi immediately and felt good in the car, but my breasts were too high and particularly conspicuous. When we arrived at a mountaineering equipment store, I almost screamed as soon as I got out of the car. Because I was tied up while standing at home, I didn't feel it when I sat down, but it became unbearable when I stood up. The rope was tightening my vagina, and it hurt when I moved. If I want to go back, he will pull me in. I held back and accompanied him in asking questions. It was very embarrassing that I bought a large bundle of ropes. The ropes looked pretty good, but the process was so uncomfortable and embarrassing. When I got home my whole lower body was swollen. It’s hard to describe how difficult it is to describe now. Just like that, when he came back he would tie me up with the newly bought rope. I understand men's psychology and their urgency, but we are playing SM, sadomasochism, and alternative sexual stimulation, not something that really destroys people. Coupled with his cold attitude towards me when I had an abortion, and my constant suspicion that he had an affair with another girl, my feelings towards him became worse and worse. I thought a lot, about our future and our marriage. SM can indeed bring me great pleasure, but after all, it is just a kind of sex, a kind of sexual game, not the whole of sex, let alone the whole of life. SM can never be the basis of marriage. Besides, I am not a little girl anymore, I should have my own life. So, not long after that, we broke up.

Time flies. It’s been almost a year since L and I broke up. I have changed jobs and made new friends. The boss of the new company is from Guangdong, but speaks standard Mandarin. He has a square face and is a little fat, but he stands straight, speaks wittily and humorously, behaves generously and appropriately, cares a lot about his subordinates, especially women, and takes care of them almost meticulously. He is a very standard man, mature and charming. We always joke with him at the company. The girls all like him and jokingly call him husband. He agrees one by one and even gives flowers to each girl in turn. He doesn't act like a boss at all. But we have won the love of all employees, and our work enthusiasm is extremely high. Once I sprained my ankle on the subway on my way to work, and a kind person helped me get a taxi. I wanted to insist on going to the company, but it was so painful that I had to go to the hospital instead. I called my boss to ask for leave. When I arrived at the hospital entrance, there were actually two colleagues from the company waiting for me to accompany me to see the doctor. He drove me home for several days in a row. I am grateful to him from the bottom of my heart. From then on, our relationship gradually stood out from the crowd. I really liked him, but there were two fatal obstacles. First, he was married; second, he was our boss.

A few days ago, A got married and he invited me to attend his wedding. I felt extremely complicated. I watched him carry the bride into the restaurant and I never wanted to go in again. I cried secretly for a long time. The next day I lied and asked for leave and didn't go to work. Unexpectedly, my boss came to my house to see me at night...

I was in my room, and when I heard it was him, I quickly climbed into bed and pretended to be sick. He came in with a fruit basket, sat down and said a lot of caring words. I felt too embarrassed to pretend and was about to get out of bed, but he told me not to move. I said I've been lying down for a whole day and my waist is numb. He said he would give me a massage, and I was so happy. He stood up naturally, took off his suit and closed the door. I lay on the bed and enjoyed his warm and powerful hands wandering on my body. Gradually, my whole body became hot. I turned over, grabbed his hands and slowly placed them on my breasts. I closed my eyes and dared not look at him. He kissed me, took off my pajamas, and rubbed my clitoris. His movements were gentle and considerate, and I felt very comfortable. Because we were at home, I dared not to make any sound and tried not to make any loud noise. Finally, his heat entered my body. And so we had our first time.

The next day at work, we didn't talk. Before leaving get off work in the afternoon, I couldn't help it. Seeing that there was no one around, I called him and asked him: Did I go too far? But he said it was his fault! That's how I became my boss's lover.

We enjoyed it secretly in the company office, in the car, and in the hotel. I was very naughty. Once he went to pick up his son from school and it was inconvenient for him to take me with him. I said it was just a short distance, so after dropping him off, we went straight there and I hid in the trunk of the car. He smiled and agreed. I was hiding in the trunk. When I heard his son get out of the car, I fumbled to take off my clothes and lay motionless, pretending to be dead. He drove to a deserted place and let me out. When he opened the trunk, I was startled and quickly closed it again. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then he understood, opened it again, pinched my nose and said he was going to punish me. How about it? Am I very naughty? I wanted him to punish me, but that night his punishment was just to hug me and kiss me all over my body. How I wish he would do SM to me. Without SM sexual behavior, I always feel like something is missing.

The opportunity finally came. That summer, he took me to travel to South Korea. In a hotel, I suddenly found a box on the wall with a rope inside. I hurried over and took a closer look. The icon showed that it was the rope that could be used to get down from the window in case of fire. We were lying on the bed watching TV, but my eyes kept looking at the rope involuntarily. I deliberately asked him what the rope was used for. Naturally, his answer was not what I wanted. But at this moment, when he changed the TV channel, he saw a movie showing several people pulling a girl. He couldn't understand Korean and could only watch the picture. The name of the movie in the lower corner of the screen seemed to be "Torture". He didn't change the channel again. Koreans are really open-minded. In one scene, a man whips a tied-up girl and rapes her. I was stimulated and climbed on top of him and stroked his penis, which became hard immediately. I said: I want it. He said: Like she is on TV? I was immediately delighted. He is really smart and considerate. I said: Okay, there is a rope there. I pointed to the rope on the wall.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally took the rope down. I sat up with my hands behind my back. He tied me up randomly, but he didn't know how to do it. Now I knew that he had never been exposed to SM, and it might be the first time that he couldn’t stand this kind of stimulation. He pushed me down after tying me up halfway, and ejaculated after just a few thrusts. But I feel so uncomfortable. My desire has just arisen and I can’t help but satisfy it! I served him carefully, stroking him, holding him in my mouth, and finally it jumped and became hard again. This time, he tied me up completely. The rope was too long and it wrapped around my entire body. It was so tight. He asked me if it hurt and I shook my head. This time he did it too hard. He turned me over and rubbed me. I moaned loudly and indulged. It felt so good! ! I haven't felt this satisfied in a long time. Afterwards, he hugged me and kept apologizing, saying that he was wrong. I was so happy in my heart, but I suppressed my excitement and said it was okay, I would do anything as long as you liked it. We chatted very late that night. I said it was God who arranged for us to travel to Korea, and he said he was God. The next day while having breakfast, "Old Huang" (his last name is not Huang, it is the nickname given to him by the tour group) who lived in the room next to us said to him: Well done, man, you guys are really great, I didn't sleep well all night. I think he must have heard my orgasmic screams. Hehe, how would he know what position we have reached? !

I also know that it’s not good to scream too loudly during sex, but he likes me to do that, so I just let it go. I have never told any man that I like SM. I have always tried to make him feel that I submit to SM for his happiness and do not reject SM. I want to live a normal life, but I can't control my masochism. I can't imagine that my future husband will accept my perversion. However, I also cannot accept the kind of sexual gratification tools that you can use just by lying down. It is hard for me to imagine having a satisfying sex life without SM. I thought, let it be, when I get old and ugly, no one will want me and my life will be over. Maybe, I will meet a like-minded man, get together with me, live together, grow old together, and enjoy the fun of SM. Homosexuality has been recognized, and SM will also have such a day.

Maybe SM is very exciting to him. After the Korea trip, he treated me better. He was very happy and of course I was happier. In order to take good care of him, I try my best to make sure he eats well and has fun when I'm with him. I prepared a lot of his favorite foods in the refrigerator and I cooked them carefully for him every time. I had learned dancing before, and he liked to watch, so I danced. Later, I took off all my clothes and danced naked erotic dance for him. He was so happy and excited that he was like a child. Whenever he comes over, I am naked with him. He likes to watch me doing this and that naked in high heels. His SM developed very quickly. Of course, in the beginning it was because I seduced him, but later on, I found that he could not do it without the stimulation of SM. He himself said that having sex with his wife at home was very boring and the sex was very short. He wanted to try something new with his wife, but was called a pervert, so he became less and less willing to have sex with her. Just want to do SM sex with me. As a result, we are now even more together. There is a saying: A personal secretary can easily become a part of your private life. But I went from being a private person to being a personal secretary. He arranged for me to work alone in a small room next to his office, nominally as the general manager's assistant, helping him with some clerical work. During the National Day holiday, I asked someone to open a hidden door between our offices, which led directly to the inner room of his office, which was also his rest room. Every noon, I would go to the inner room to play with him. When he is not around, I go online, specifically to SM websites, to admire SM pictures, and to imagine what it would be like if I did the same thing. I also like to secretly draw some SM pictures for my own entertainment.

I am so sorry that my boss discovered what I wrote and it turns out he is also a netizen of the compound! ! ! Oh my God, he posted my article and said that it was me who taught him to be bad and that he wanted to give me a good lesson! ! I was both scared and excited. He is very smart. I wonder what bad tricks he learned on the Internet?

New Year's Day came and he came to where I lived to spend New Year's Day. For two days and two nights, a total of 48 hours, I became a complete slave girl! He drove back with me at noon on the 31st. It's been very cold in Beijing these days, so he went out and bought two high-power electric heaters, and turned them on immediately after entering the house. There was already heating, and with the addition of two electric heaters, my little house became very warm in a short while. At this time, he opened the travel bag he brought with him, took out the SM supplies he had newly bought, and said it was a New Year's gift for me. Oh my god, I love it! I wanted to take it out quickly to admire it, but he stopped me, tied my hands tightly, and hung them separately on the iron rings on the ceiling, which were installed when we asked for the renovation, and then took off my clothes one by one. This is when the electric heater came into play. I was stripped naked, but I didn't feel cold at all. He then spread my thighs apart and tied them to the iron rings on both sides of the corners of the room. I was completely naked, with my arms and legs spread out in the middle of the room. He smiled in appreciation. Then she took out a bottle of BB oil and carefully applied it all over my body from my neck to my chest to my thighs. It felt so good that I started to moan. Then he lit the candles and kissed me while the candle wax dripped. Ah - it hurts, ah, it’s exciting! The candle wax dripped on my arms, breasts, and belly, causing pain in my body and irritation in my heart. I twisted, moaned, and screamed, and he was also very excited and enjoying it, and his crotch was obviously bulging. He untied me, and I could not wait to take off his clothes. I hugged him with my slippery body, twisting and caressing him. He held me and continued to drip wax on my back and thighs. The pain made me spasm involuntarily, and every spasm made me hug him tighter. Just like that, we went crazy for a while, and then he got tired and lay down on the sofa. I squatted beside him and massaged him, starting from his feet and moving upwards inch by inch of skin, being careful not to stimulate his penis too much, letting my beloved little brother rest. We were going to play for a very long time. After a while, he felt better. My little brother went soft, but I became more and more excited. I put on anklets and handcuffs and started dancing striptease for him. He admired me while applying dye to my naked body, the breasts were red, the belly was yellow, the thighs were white, and the vagina, hee hee, he painted it gold! Said that was his sun!

Finally, he spoke: Okay, get ready to go out for dinner. I quickly took a bath with him, and was so excited that I let him dress me completely. What a beautiful New Year's gift: a silver collar hanging around my neck with three small silver bells and a thin silver chain in between; black handcuffs, one for each hand, handcuffed separately; a calfskin bondage vest that highlights my breasts, with a nipple bell clipped on each nipple that jingled when I moved. Then put on a silver chastity belt with a vibrator in the middle that fits just right on the labia. Since I was going out, I took off the anklet for the time being. After getting dressed, he asked me: What are you? I knelt in front of him and said: I am my master's slutty little bitch! Then, I held his scrotum with both hands, tenderly held the glans, and slowly swallowed it into my mouth. The host said: Just taste it first, and I will let you eat enough tonight.

We were going for a candlelight dinner. I didn't pay any attention to what I ate. I just felt the nipple bells swinging and the vibrator in my vagina constantly stimulating my sexual desire. The most annoying thing is that the remote control is in his pocket. As soon as he sees that I am a little calm, he starts it, making me feel very restless and unbearable. Then he closed it again, which made me feel itchy. It's necrotic. Fortunately, the lighting was dim, so although the diners around me thought I was a little strange, they didn’t notice anything. There was only a man sitting diagonally opposite me, staring at my silver collar. Maybe he also knew about SM? ?

We finally finished eating. We walked back on the snow. I was already hot all over and couldn't wait to take off all my clothes. But he still walked slowly, playing with the remote control. I was really going to die. I could already feel the water flowing from below. Sure enough, after returning to the room, taking off his clothes and untying the chastity belt, oh my god, it was wet with vaginal fluid! I hugged my master tightly, wishing I could have sex with him right away. However, after he hugged me and kissed me, he started to dress me up again. He put two handcuffs on my chest and hooked a thin chain around my neck. Then they handcuffed me with ankle shackles. The chain connecting my two feet was half a foot long, which was barely enough for me to move. Then he asked me to lie down and stick my buttocks up, and he gently kissed my butt, vagina and - anus! I can’t stand it anymore! ! I can't help it! !

At this time, he inserted the electric flea into my anus! Insert the electric dildo into my vagina. Ah, I'm going to die, my blood is boiling and the stimulation in my lower body makes me want to fly. However, he just held the silver chain and made me crawl on the ground. Holding the candle high in my hand, I crawled, lay down and kissed his toes, crawling, shouting that I was a bitch! ! You are my master's slutty little bitch! ! I kissed his feet, licked his thighs, and finally, I sucked his penis. At this time, he sat on the sofa, stroking my head with one hand and dripping wax on my back with the other hand. Exciting, really exciting! I had my master's treasure in my mouth, my anus and vagina were vibrating, the hot wax dripped on my skin, it felt hot, and the nipple bells were shaking and rubbing my nipples. Oh my God, I was completely immersed in the raging desire. I licked, sucked, and moaned, feeling the Master's cock jumping in my mouth and getting harder and harder. I felt dizzy and unconscious, my whole body was limp, and I only felt the master's strong thighs clamped around my chest and abdomen, his hands pressing on my cheeks, and he raised his penis and pumped it in my mouth. The movements became faster and faster, more and more violent. Finally, he thrust it in so hard that the glans hit the hole in my throat, and a hot liquid gushed out! Ah, my master finally shot his semen into my mouth and into my heart. . . I finally became my master's real slutty little bitch! At this time, the New Year’s bell rang from afar, and the new year had arrived.