A wife who becomes someone else's M (wife and mature adult novel)

First of all, I would like to introduce myself. My writing is quite poor, so please forgive me. In addition, this article only records the little-known side of myself. The content may be offensive and involves SM. If you are not suitable, please try to leave.

I am 33 years old this year. I got married at the age of 24 and gave birth to a lively and lovely daughter the following year. My husband is four years older than me. He is a civil servant. His official title is not high, but it is still decent. I work in a state-owned enterprise. In order to avoid gossip about my workplace, I hide my real name. I entered the system directly after graduating from university and have been working there ever since. My superiors and colleagues have always praised my abilities and my performance. In addition, I can be considered a beauty with a height of 168 cm and a weight of 106 catties. From the time I started school to now, how should I put it? I have been quite confident about my appearance, because for so many years, I have grown up with the pursuit of men.

Before talking about the topic, I think it is necessary to talk about my marriage and sex life, perhaps to find some reasons why I entered the SM circle. I didn’t give my first time to my husband. I gave it to a boyfriend whom I thought I trusted during college. At that time, I was very naive and hoped to spend my whole life with him. But later we separated because we graduated in different cities and he abandoned me very realistically. All my hard waiting and efforts ended up with an abortion. I met my later husband through an introduction. The reason I married him was because I had been hurt in love and had seen through the world. I no longer had any hope in love. I just wanted to find a man who had a stable job, was nice to me, and with whom I could see a future. On the night of our wedding, my husband and I had sex and he found that I had not had my period. However, he was an open-minded man and he took good care of me and never mentioned the issue of my virginity in front of me. I am very grateful to the man in front of me. He has been a good wife after marriage, and after giving birth to our daughter, he has become a good mother. I think our life is quite happy.

When it comes to sex, my ex-boyfriend can be said to be my enlightenment teacher. From an ignorant girl, he made me experience the transformation process into a woman. It may also be because of the many times we had sex, my body became very sexy and my complexion was very good. Maybe it was what they often call being nourished. My boyfriend is very skilled in techniques. Maybe it’s because college boys like to watch porn. He is very good at observing women’s psychology and knows what they need inside. He then excites me to the brink of orgasm and then enters deeply. I am often immersed in wonderful climaxes. I can often reach orgasm when having sex with my boyfriend, and I also like his way of flirting and some of his more exciting requests, such as wearing short skirts or stockings. We would also sneak into the dark corners of the school to caress me, and then he would enter me while I sat in his arms. Although I was scared and frightened at that time, I could still feel happy. The most memorable time for me was the National Day holiday in October. His parents happened to be traveling, so I went to his house to play. We did it every day. Sometimes we didn't even have clothes to wear at home, and I would just drag him to the sofa and have sex with him. On the day when the holiday was over, he couldn't get an erection, but my interest was high, so he had no choice but to use his mouth to make me feel good. It's always beautiful whenever I think of it.

My husband is a very well-behaved man. I think it has something to do with his education. He is four years older than me, but he seems to be from a different generation than us. He is very conservative when making love. Over the years, we only use two positions: front and back. When facing, I would sometimes put my legs on his shoulders. He never licks my private parts, and he is not a complete diehard. Usually when we have sex, he would ask my wife if she wanted it. I would not say anything but just nod, and then he would start. In fact, I think that since you are my husband, you can use some coercive methods sometimes, and as your wife I will accept it and even find it a little exciting, but he won’t. He kissed me first when we did it, but to be honest, I didn’t like his kiss because due to his work he often had social engagements, so his breath had a smell. Then he would caress my breasts and gradually move to my private parts. It's just these "three tricks", which have never changed over the years. I will use my fingers to dig inside, and when I am wet, she will say, "Honey, I want to go in", and I will just cooperate with her by saying "yeah". My husband is actually quite strong. Our sex life usually lasts about 15 minutes. But when I counted, I found that I can not orgasm very often. Usually I have false orgasms. In fact, I only learned these three words after reading some books later. And the gentleman only does it once, he won't do it twice. From a sexual perspective, I am quite dissatisfied. Sometimes I would talk about this issue a little, hinting at it through my female colleagues and husband. In fact, we have watched porn together, but it was all in vain. He said that those porn films were made so exaggerated just to make money, and actual married life should not be like that, and it is not to be performed for others. Because he saw those women moaning loudly and said to me, "Are you screaming so loudly?" I was speechless for a moment. How could I scream out if you don't make me comfortable? ? We had conversations later, but nothing came of it. After my daughter was born, he cared even less about this issue. Plus, he had to take care of the child, so sex was put on hold.

I don’t know how many female friends have this feeling. It’s the same for me at least. After giving birth, I’m more interested in sex than before. But some friends said that they didn’t want children after giving birth. Maybe people are different. Despite this, my husband and I still live in harmony. Although I sometimes feel lonely at night (I never masturbate), I have also experienced something in life, that is, a simple life is not a bad thing. I just need to focus more on my family, children and career. But I never imagined that something that happened later would completely change my mind. I was raped by a client! Until now I have not dared to tell anyone about this. I know very well that if just one person gets to know this, I will be completely finished. I have been frightened by such nightmares at night more than once. The client was a boss who had business dealings with us and we were all familiar with each other. He invited several colleagues to dinner together. I was not prepared at all. What I mean is that I didn't realize that he had such intention towards me, otherwise, I would not have gone no matter what. After dinner, he drove a few friends home, but deliberately left me as the last one. After sending everyone home, he drove to the suburbs and raped me. Later he came to me several times and wanted to compensate me with money, but I refused. If I had accepted it, it would have become a physical transaction. I wanted him to feel guilty for the rest of his life, so I just told him not to come to me again. At first he was afraid that I would make a fuss, but later when he saw me doing this, he stopped pestering me. However, I still remember one of his words very clearly: Are you willing to accept this with such a good woman like you?

Part 2

Even though I covered up the rape, the shadow it cast on my heart did not diminish in the slightest. In fact, it took me half a year to slowly get over it before I met S. Being forced into me by someone, my crying, the rough tearing, the involuntary tightness, the pain in my private parts, deep in my mind, I had an orgasm that had nothing to do with being forced! Every time after I finish taking a shower, I will look at my body in the mirror and think, "Isn't it dirty?" I, who have no obsession with cleanliness, will mechanically wash my entire body again and again. Such a numb action seems to only give temporary psychological comfort. I know that I am a tainted woman. Looking at the husband sleeping beside me, tears quietly fell. For the first time, I took the initiative to lean on his chest. I just want to snuggle up to this man so that I am no longer afraid.

This incident also changed my life a lot. I became less active, rarely participated in activities and gatherings, and usually stayed at home. My husband didn't find it strange. Instead, he was happy that I stayed at home. Maybe it's a common problem among men. He thinks that this is what a good and trustworthy woman should do. I am just quietly healing the wounds in my heart. After work every day, I relax at home, do housework, take care of the children, and occasionally chat with good friends who come to visit. The days seemed dull and uneventful, but I always felt uneasy and anxious in my heart, but I couldn't find out why. My family got a computer quite early, but I just never had any interest in it. Even when I was really bored, I would just play 联众 and read the news. I really got in touch with chatting in early 2003. I randomly clicked on a chat room on Sina, and the story began from there.

It took me a while to figure out how to come up with a name, how to find someone to chat with, how to send emojis, etc. What does the Internet bring us? I don’t know about others, but for me, it is another world. I forget my identity and live a relaxed and happy life. I met a lot of friends and we talked about everything with open heart. There I met Lao Fu Zi from Jiangsu, Kai Xin Da Ma Hu from Shenyang, and Crow from Hebei. There were so many people who brought me happiness and sincere friendship. I miss the time I spent with them very much. Of course, there are also men on the Internet who only think with their lower body. I usually refuse others, no matter how they ask to chat. As long as the topic of sex comes up, I will stop talking to him immediately, no matter how tempting it is. It seems like I have an aversion to sex, but actually it’s not true. I know what I need deep down, but I’m cautious towards men. It’s quite difficult for a man to get into my heart.

One night, my husband was away on a business trip for two days. I was doing the usual things at home. After taking care of the children to sleep, I couldn't fall asleep. I got up, turned on the computer, and went to the chat room I often go to. There, I met a person who introduced me to SM. His name was not this at the time. He was just an ordinary passionate man. His way of greeting me was different, so I continued chatting with him without any concern, and things got out of control. (I kept some of the chat content and can still remember some of the conversations clearly) He felt a bit like my ex-boyfriend. He was very good at figuring out what women were thinking, then getting them to talk, and then setting traps step by step. I fell into his gentle trap without knowing it. By the way, I'd like to insert something here. I saw someone reply saying that they didn't believe that I was the type who liked to be abused since childhood. Indeed, in my previous sexual life, I never knew that SM existed, and the masochistic mentality was only acquired potential. I have only met one person who has had that tendency since childhood. She was a female teacher in Deyang, Sichuan. According to her, she was born with a masochistic mentality, which is why she entered this circle. Her greatest preference is to have multiple men satisfy her. I'm sorry, I've gone off topic.

My chat with the passionate man was based on this kind of relationship. He taught me a lot of SM things in an inductive way and even sent me articles and related pictures. But the strange thing was that he didn't even ask me to be his M. Instead, he just acted like a teacher teaching a student, which allowed me to see a lot of new things. Under his influence, my sexual psychology changed a lot, so I longed to become an M. He said that women's bodies are born works of art, and men should appreciate and enjoy them. He also said a lot of SM words, such as "Men can achieve the following through abusing women: "Frequently playing with women's bodies, pleasing the eyes, tying women up for intercourse, encouraging energy and regulating qi, tonifying yin and replenishing yang, and strengthening the body." Women can achieve the following through being abused: "Female bodies are beautiful, bondage is fun, obedience is comfortable, excitement is happy, tight as loose, extremely enjoyable."

For men and women to enjoy torture, all they need is: "Experience it yourself, it's fun, enjoy torture with all your heart, it's ever-changing, men and women enjoy each other's company, and you'll have no regrets in your life." Maybe I have been brainwashed mentally. No matter what, I have become an M without any reservation. Although I don’t have a real master yet, I have already accepted it in my heart.

As I said before, it is difficult to enter my inner world, and it is even more difficult to become my master. I have spent quite a bit of time on the Internet and have chatted with some friends, but nothing came of it because I care a lot about a person's quality and character. Even if it is SM, I think there are emotional factors involved. If an S can love and pamper me, I will devote my all to him/her without hesitation. Although my thoughts have changed, my life remains the same. I have a normal sex life with my husband, but it has lost its joy. I am just fulfilling my duties as a wife, and he doesn't understand my desires. When he is not around, I am still wandering around the Internet. Towards S, I have the attitude that it is hard to come by and I would rather be without than with the wrong person. At a coincidental time, I met my current S: (It is a QQ chat record. Now I will extract the content of the first conversation, hide the date and my city. Because it is a QQ chat, there is some overlap, but it is basically complete)

23:08:27SM Male Lead

Hello, I am the SM male protagonist

23:16:38 Red Sleeves* M

Hello

23:09:05SM Male Lead

You are very slow in the chat room.

23:17:20Red Sleeves* M

Is your internet slow?

23:09:41SM Male Lead

I'm quick.

23:17:44Red Sleeves* M

23:09:57SM Male Lead

Okay, let’s get back to the point. Are you a real M, or do you just play around sometimes?

23:10:00SM Male Lead

Is there an owner?

23:18:00 Red Sleeves* M

23:10:18SM Male Lead

You didn't finish answering my question.

23:18:14Red Sleeves* M

23:10:37SM Male Lead

Do you want to play, rather than be a dedicated M?

23:18:48 Red Sleeves* M

You don't like it?

23:11:12SM Male Lead

I'm just trying to understand your situation :)

23:19:16 Red Sleeves* M

I want to play

23:11:44SM Male Lead

Oh :) How big? City? Profession?

23:20:10Red Sleeves* M

33. Accountant, what about you?

23:12:32SM Male Lead

After answering S's question,

23:12:34SM Male Lead

You still can't get into character?

23:21:11Red Sleeves* M

(This is my city)

23:13:30SM Male SM Dating Center - Medieval

By the way, I'd like to ask you in advance, have you never done SM? Or you don’t understand SM at all?

23:21:33 Red Sleeves* M

It's slow here.

23:13:45SM Male Lead

Are you saying you are slow or me?

23:21:58 Red Sleeves* M

23:14:12SM Male Lead

M Male Lead 23:13:30

By the way, I'd like to ask you in advance, have you never done SM? Or you don’t understand SM at all?

23:22:46 Red Sleeves* M

Never really done it

23:23:03Red Sleeves* M

Chatted with others online

23:15:31SM Male Lead

Oh, then you should know the meaning of SM

23:15:38SM Male Lead

Can you be a good slave?

23:24:17 Red Sleeves* M

It should be possible, but I don't know if you can be satisfied

23:16:43SM Male Lead

:) There’s been enough passion on the Internet, is there anyone you like?

23:16:56SM Male Lead

What kinds of SM methods can you accept?

23:25:26Red Sleeves* M

As long as it is, I will try my best

23:17:33SM Male Lead

Great, is there audio?

23:25:56 Red Sleeves* M

Yes but

23:17:58SM Male Lead

? ?

23:26:14Red Sleeves* M

After a while

23:18:25SM Male Lead

In SM, the M has only one requirement: absolute obedience.

23:27:22SM Male Lead

Do you understand?

23:27:43Red Sleeves* M

Excuse me, the child will go to sleep soon, okay?

23:28:01Red Sleeves* M

I know this is wrong

23:27:51SM Male Lead

OK, now I have some time to get to know you.

23:27:57SM Male Lead

Tell me about yourself

23:28:12 Red Sleeves* M

It is also not allowed

23:28:44Red Sleeves* M

I don't know what to say

23:28:32SM Male Lead

Do you have a photo of you? If so, please send me one.

23:29:02 Red Sleeves* M

I'm sorry.

23:28:58SM Male Lead

No or not?

23:29:29Red Sleeves* M

Don't be angry, really not.

23:29:28SM Male Lead

No, I'm just asking. I won't deliberately make things difficult for you.

23:29:31SM Male Lead

What types of SM do you know?

23:30:46 Red Sleeves* M

I don't know everything, I occasionally learn a little bit on the Internet

23:30:35SM Male Lead

Instruments, bondage, whipping, candles, enema, role-playing, 3P, bestiality, etc., are you accepting them all?

23:31:57 Red Sleeves* M

As long as you like it, I will try my best

23:32:00SM Male Lead

Very good, you have great potential. You are so obedient. If you don't do M, you are really wasting your potential, haha.

23:32:42 Red Sleeves* M

Thanks

23:32:15SM Male Lead

How tall, how much, how much, how big the chest is,

23:33:02 Red Sleeves* M

168, 105, 36

23:32:50SM Male Lead

How many men or other sexual experiences have you had with people other than your husband?

23:33:53Red Sleeves* M

23:33:46SM Male Lead

From the inside, what can a man do to make you orgasm?

23:34:46 Red Sleeves* M

It will be all right

23:35:00SM Male Lead

So strong? Is your sex drive strong too?

23:36:13 Red Sleeves* M

Probably, haha.

23:35:59SM Male Lead

Tell me what's your best sex skill

23:36:59Red Sleeves* M

When being raped

23:37:07Red Sleeves* M

Wait a moment

23:36:32SM Male Lead

good

23:38:31Red Sleeves* M

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

23:38:02SM Male Lead

It doesn't matter, we are not officially SM yet,

23:38:29SM Male Lead

23:39:15 Red Sleeves* M

You seem to be a good host.

23:39:03SM Male Lead

I am a pure S, not just the virtual one on the Internet

23:40:05Red Sleeves* M

That's good

23:40:21SM Male Lead

Of course you can ask, but I am S, I don't have to answer

23:40:21SM Male Lead

23:41:24Red Sleeves* M

Sorry, I asked too many questions.

SM Male Lead

Don't be nervous, we are not in an SM relationship yet, we are just chatting like friends

23:42:00 Red Sleeves* M

Thanks, I'm a little nervous.

It’s too long. I was organizing my QQ chat records and didn’t expect there would be so much in just a short paragraph. My chats with S were within a period of time, and we did not meet in person after chatting a few times. In future articles, I will write about the process of becoming a truly gentle M.
Part 3

From the very beginning, I was attracted by this man (now S). His writing skills are quite good, and they also reveal a person's cultivation and character. This question is very crucial. Even if an ordinary person wants to find a lover, I don’t think anyone would just find someone casually. There needs to be a feeling and be able to like the other person. The first few exchanges were limited to typing. Although I already had the desire at that time, I was still worried about many problems due to many life factors. I also read the news. Many women (girls) ended up in a miserable situation because they trusted others too much on the Internet. They were either forced into prostitution and their bodies were severely damaged, or their families were broken up. Generally speaking, women suffer the most. If they are not careful, their lives can be over. I was originally cautious and wary of S. He knew what I was thinking and communicated with me patiently, explaining many of my doubts. In this way, we established a good sense of trust. S was also quite frank and told me a lot about himself. He is a senior employee of a company, has a wife and a son, a good standard of living, a car and a space of more than 100 square meters. Logically, his life should be very happy, but his wife's betrayal made him change his entire perspective on life.

In fact, his wife had always been the vice president's secret lover. After knowing the truth, he did not do what ordinary people did, such as make a fuss, fight, or divorce. Instead, he acquiesced. He also began to look for women frantically. At first, he was completely out of revenge, and he liked to abuse his sexual partners and lovers to satisfy his inner desire. Later, when he entered the real SM circle, he gradually became a very good S. What I mean by excellent is his skills and psychology. He no longer had the original mentality of revenge on women, but regarded SM as enjoyment. The words "no one is clean" were heard from him for the first time, and it is worth pondering.

Under S's guidance, I relaxed a lot and hoped more to become a submissive M. One weekend when my husband was away on a business trip, he and I had our first voice conversation, which was also our first SM training. Because it was agreed in advance, even though we had communicated a lot beforehand, I was still very nervous. I didn't know how he would treat me, and I didn't know what to prepare. I sent the child to my friend's house to play early, and I was alone at home waiting for his arrival. As instructed, I went to the lingerie store and bought some black suspender sexy lingerie. I had never had such things before. Although I am particular about this, I would not go for such bold styles. I usually wear lace panties and a bra as a set, and the colors are mostly limited to white, red and pink. When I put it on, I even felt my blood was boiling and my face was red. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that only my belly was slightly bulging. Then I realized that I should be a woman who can satisfy a man. I have fair skin and a curvy body. Although my breasts are no longer as tall and firm as those of a girl, they are still full and elastic. What I am most proud of is my buttocks. Later, my master also said that my buttocks are very sexy and perky.

When my mind was full of fantasies, the master appeared and sent a voice request. I clicked to accept without hesitation. His deep and magnetic voice came through the headphones: "XXX (my name hidden), are you anxious?" I suppressed my inner joy and said, "Master, I'm willing to wait as long as you want. I'm your M." A hearty laugh came from the other end. I could see that he liked me very much, too.

S: "Did you do what I asked?"

Me: "Yes, Master, I bought it. It's black, your favorite color. I'm wearing it now."

S: "Tell me how it feels different."

Me: "I can't explain it... It's a little uncomfortable. Maybe it's because I'm wearing it for the first time. I feel like the bottom is pulled up too high..."

S: "Well done, XXX, you are able to get into the role, very good, now do as I say, you must always remember your identity and M's conditions, absolutely obey, understand?"

Me: "I understand, Master." In fact, I was still a little scared when I heard this. I was worried about what I would do if I couldn't do something that was too demanding. This was the feeling I had during my first virtual SM training. Fear and excitement alternated in my heart, like two chasing mice running around everywhere.

S: "Take off your bra..."

Although we couldn't see each other, I still felt ashamed. The strange man's voice was right next to my ears, and it seemed as if a pair of eyes were staring at me, eyes full of desire and wildness. I waited a moment, then reached behind me and unhooked my bra and put it aside.

"Master, I... have already untied it." My voice became much softer.

S: "Use your hands to caress, be nice, use some strength, and do this for your master."

Me: "Yes, Master." I closed my eyes, not daring to look at my own movements, but my hand still obediently touched my breasts. I trembled a little the moment it touched them. I never masturbate and have never done this before, but today, I fell into a man's command. I rubbed it slowly, but the figure of that man was in my mind, a blurry and unclear man, who was on top of me, admiring me so greedily, as if every cell in my body was agitated and my body was flowing with lustful blood. My breathing became heavier and my breasts swelled and became a little hard.

S: "One hand strokes down to your private parts."

Me: "Yes, Master." My body no longer obeyed me, the sticky liquid made the bottom of my vagina wet, and I even moaned slightly: "Master, I... have already... flowed out."

S likes to repeatedly emphasize that he is the master, and likes to use humiliating language to make me lose myself faster. He likes to say, "You are my sex slave, right?" "Your body and heart can only belong to a man like me." "Give yourself to me, your body is born for a man." "Do you like being fucked like this?" I get excited faster with such words, my face flushes and becomes hot, and deep in my private parts, it's so itchy. I hope to be filled by a man, and it doesn't matter if I'm torn apart. Come on, I need a man, I need an orgasm, I'm craving it.

The bottom of her lace panties was completely wet, and more liquid flowed out, sticking to the leather seat beneath her.

But at this time, S stopped ordering me to continue and asked me to crawl on the ground. "Crawl on the ground and raise your butt high." I said in a heavy breath: "Yes, Master."

I crawled obediently on the carpet with the headphone wire wrapped in front of me, like a dog. I almost wanted to cry out of shame, but the lust of my body betrayed me and I forgot the existence of time and space. I only knew that it no longer belonged to me, but to its master. S: "With rhythm, spank your own butt one by one." His voice was always slow, with a noble feeling, and everything he said sounded like an order. I gritted my teeth, stretched out my right hand and slapped my right buttock. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a burning pain came from my butt. "Master, it hurts a little." I begged weakly, but S still said in the same tone: "I heard the sound, keep doing it, I want you to lose your humanity, understand?" "Yes, Master." One after another, I used my own hands to whip my buttocks until it hurt. After about 10 times, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I begged bitterly: "Master, XXX can't take it anymore, please forgive me this time? I will do better next time, please have pity on your new slave."

S smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what is appropriate. Just keep this position, and there's no need to whip me."

I was covered in sweat, my butt was still aching, and my private parts were actually still craving for the feeling of being penetrated! ! !

S: "I'm going to do insertion training, are you willing to accept it?"

Me: "Master, I will obey you as long as you are willing. I only ask you to forgive me for this being my first time."

S: "Then you should find a replacement device. You don't have this kind of thing at home."

Me: "Yes, Master, I have never heard of it, let alone seen it:"

S: "Then go look for it at home. I'll wait for you."

Me: "Yes, Master, I will go find it right away."

I didn't know what kind he needed, but he mentioned insertion, so I thought that meant insertion into the lower body. However, I had never seen the sex toys he mentioned before, let alone bought them. But I really can't think of anything at home that can replace it, because apart from a man's body, I have never thought of using anything else to replace entry. Outside of that, I don't even touch my own hands, and when I take a bath, I only wash my vulva at most. He really stumped me. After searching for a while, I found the condom first. No matter what, this was very important. I accidentally saw something on the dressing table, so I decided to use this one. It was more suitable.

I took it in my hand and immediately returned to the computer, "Master, I got it."

S: "What is it? Tell me, how long and how thick is it?"

Part 4

My voice became weaker, and the unconscious confusion made my body burn. I became lustful and became a woman who only pursued orgasm. At this moment, I would not want mountains of gold and silver. I just want to get back my right to be a woman, to be pampered by a man and to be loved by a man. S smiled and asked me what I was holding and asked me to tell her the size. I panted softly, "Master, it's a lipstick. I really can't find anything else."

"Okay, then put it in right away." His evil face appeared in my mind. Although I had never seen his appearance and could only fantasize about it, the devil in my heart was released at this moment. Yes, it was him, the man who wanted to occupy me. I just did it obediently like a controlled machine. No foreign objects have ever entered my body, and I will be very careful to protect my body. I put on the prepared Durex and the cool lipstick slid in with the wet liquid. "...Oh..." I breathed heavily. The tension in my body made me contract, which in turn stimulated my sexual desire even more. In my mind, my master was ravaging me, but I was shamefully enjoying the pleasure. "I... haven't known happiness for a long time." Holding one end of the lipstick in his right hand and moving it slowly, S still had that intoxicating laugh: "From now on, I will be your man. You can no longer use your body to satisfy others at will. You have to get my permission." He kept saying similar words, and I made intermittent gasps and moans from my mouth, trying to clamp my legs together tightly and twist them. "Go harder, I'll give you a different climax!" S suddenly ordered in a majestic voice. I had to speed up the movements of my hands and twist my raised hips. S even forced me: "Tell me, what are you thinking about?" I was immersed in such stimulation by the pleasures brought by my private parts. I forgot that I was a wife and a mother of a daughter. At that moment, I seemed to use my last bit of strength to respond softly: "I... I'm thinking... I'm thinking about your penis, please come in." S also screamed in a low voice: "Whore,... I swear, sooner or later I will insert it into your body."

Suddenly, my mind went blank, and I slowly seemed to see myself as a child, an innocent little girl wearing flowery clothes, skipping rope in the sun; it was as if I was back to the scene of meeting my first boyfriend, a shy girl following behind a handsome boy, quietly holding his hand; and I don’t know how many people appeared in front of me, all around me were laughing and blessing, oh, that was my wedding day...

When I regained consciousness, there was a mess under me and my chest was still heaving slightly. The climax had just subsided. I struggled to stand up, typed a few words on the computer, and then logged off. I stood there in a daze, not knowing what I had done for a long time. Suddenly, I wanted to burst into tears. In an instant, all the guilt and betrayal came flooding back.

I was wondering how I could face my lovely children, my kind husband, my colleagues, and my life. I wiped away my tears with my hands and told myself quietly: Only once, and the last time. Yes, I can't do this, I will ruin myself. So I immediately cleaned up the mess, took a quick shower, and soaked myself in the water for a long time.

I changed into another set of white lace and put on a casual jacket. After doing all this, I calmed down. Not long after, my husband came back. I didn't look at him straight in the eye, but just said let's go pick up our daughter and have dinner at a friend's house. My husband said okay and went after changing clothes. Seeing his back as he entered the bedroom, I gritted my teeth...

I didn't go online for 10 days, trying my best to avoid possible encounters with S. Sometimes when I thought of those scenes, my face would flush and I would feel guilty for my own vulgarity. The next time I met S was because I found an unexpected condom in my husband's pocket. When I was washing his clothes, I always looked through them to see if there was anything I forgot to take out. When I picked up his pants to look for it, I took out an unused condom, and it was not the Durex one we usually use. As if struck by lightning, I muttered to myself: Men are nothing more than that. I threw the condom into the trash bag and didn't mention it to my husband. I guess he doesn't know about it now. I don’t want to figure it out, but my heart seems to have some cracks.

I went back to the Internet, and S wrote me an E-MAIL. After reading it, I felt a little impulsive, and even thought,
How nice it is to have a master like this. But I haven’t thought clearly about whether I should go back to the past, although those words will once again make me feel that I am actually a woman with needs. Once at work, Lingli (a female colleague) was dressed very gorgeously. Everyone looked at her with envy and longing. In private, Lingli secretly told me that her lover was very great. We are like sisters and can talk about anything. She talked about how great her lover was and how much fun it was in front of me, and even told me that she felt so comfortable and refreshed because of how many orgasms she had in a night. She said, "Ms. X, we are so lucky to be women." I swallowed the words back, thinking that it would be great if you were so lucky. When I got home from get off work, my husband was already back. I suddenly had an idea, so I jumped in front of him and said coquettishly, "Honey, I miss you. I haven't seen you for days." He glared at me and said, "How dare you make such a joke in broad daylight?" I continued to pester him and said that since my daughter went to her friend's house, it was just the two of us, so we should just enjoy it. My husband straightened my body that was lying in his arms and said, "Go and cook, we'll talk about it in the evening." Then he just went on watching TV. I also cooled down, okay, I'll be your housewife

I started to actively look for S, but his schedule was irregular, as if he was punishing me for being disobedient, so I spent more time online. It seemed as if I no longer cared about other things. When I got home from get off work, I would first check the Internet to see if there was any news, then I would do housework, spend time with my daughter, and watch TV. But my heart returned to that passionate moment, making me experience a different climax. On lonely nights, I would quietly learn from the previous training and caress the body, but the needs in my heart cannot be satisfied by caressing alone. I stared at the figure in the mirror with a flushed face, and seemed to be shocked by the erotic scene I saw. I would tremble and become constantly wet, making it impossible for me to sleep all night.

S sent another email: This is your last chance, be my M, your happiness is not something a man can give you.
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I put on some light eyebrow makeup and applied a few drops of ESTEELAUDER perfume. With my curves and mature aura, I will not lose to the youthful and lively young girls. She had originally taken off her women's trousers, but then she thought about it and took out the cream-colored suit she had bought a month ago and put on some thin stockings underneath. When I walked into the office, I knew without even looking that many people's eyes were filled with surprise. ; Lingli smiled and said she was jealous because she had been robbed of the limelight. How could that be possible? I’m already an old woman. But I was very happy in my heart that I had not lost my charm and was still dazzling. My woman's vanity made me complacent. But I can still maintain my previous habits and style. If my colleagues praise me, I will just smile and say that I just bought a new piece of clothing. Male colleagues can see more in their eyes, but I don't need to pay any attention to them. If I want to eat an apple, I will pick a red and delicious one. Although there are many apples, none of them are my favorite. Too many men only think with their lower body. They never know that it is easier to start from a woman's heart. If a woman's heart is captured, then what else can't she give? These men are just so stupid that they think they are so smart just by treating others to meals, dancing and sending flowers, and they regard sex as their own great achievements. I still politely declined the various invitations that came after get off work, whether it was karaoke or dinner parties. I received more and more text messages. No matter whether they were passionate confessions or subtle hints, I deleted them after reading them, because I already had someone I was looking forward to in my heart. Although he has not appeared yet, I have decided to give myself to this person. I spend more time in front of the computer than before, and I have feelings for someone, which is a kind of longing and concern. Is it love? I asked myself, but I couldn't understand this emotion clearly. I still didn't understand whether there was love in SM. What would the scene be like? S's working hours are not fixed and he has his own career and job. I understand that and I will always wait quietly for him to show up. Even though I may be a little impatient, he can influence my mood and emotions for the whole day. S also loves me very much. When he has plenty of time, he will come to the Internet to date me. Our conversations are not limited to SM, but also include discussions on marriage, life, and many other things. I am often amused by his wit and cheerfulness. I guess I am subconsciously in love with this person. Women’s emotions are easily revealed and tend to be true. I told S about my worries and thoughts. Since we were in different cities and had our own families, there were some issues that I had to consider. He gladly accepted it and said that he also prefers SM as a lover. I like his understanding and generosity. If he were in front of me, I think I would throw myself into his arms and enjoy the warm embrace of a good man. When time permits and it is possible, S will ask for training, and I will usually obey. He also continues to tell me a lot about the things and experiences in the circle. Apart from novelty and curiosity, I don’t know what other words can be used to describe it, but I yearn for this currently secret tribe.

Maybe I was overwhelmed by desire and I no longer had any feelings for my husband's sex. In the evening, the gentleman asked for sex. As he groped my body in a pretentious manner, I had a sneer on my face. He usually doesn't turn on the lights, so he won't see his wife's sexy side, and he doesn't know that her seductive body is the object of fantasy for so many men. When his fingers were about to touch me, I no longer had the wetness I had before, and I felt some pain in my lower body, but I didn't say anything and let him continue. After all, I'm his wife. He looked a little surprised and asked me why I didn't feel like coming up yet. I asked him to do it again, and he sounded quite excited, and then continued to caress me. I felt a little disgusted in my heart. Why was I treated like this? ?

And S's gentle voice and sweet words during the day appeared in my mind. I couldn't help but think of them. How passionate and how desirable they were. I slowly hummed and my private parts began to secrete liquid. My husband didn't notice anything unusual and happily took off his clothes and entered. I hugged my husband and moved with his ups and downs, but he would never have thought that his wife's wetness and happiness were for another man. He also couldn't know that his wife mistook her husband for another opposite sex. My husband was breathing rapidly. I knew his habits. My lower body contracted slightly, and my husband ejaculated. I took out a tissue to wipe his private parts. He asked me if I was comfortable. I answered that I was going to wash it. He turned over and fell asleep with satisfaction. I went to the bathroom and hid my still hot body in this corner, rubbing the most sensitive place with one hand. "Master, come on, please, I want you, I really need you." I bit the towel in my mouth, afraid that my moans would be too loud and attract my husband's attention, so I kept stimulating him with my fingers. In just a few minutes, I reached orgasm in sexual fantasy and masturbation. I didn’t understand fun before, but now I know beauty, and I don’t want to betray my right to be a woman.

Back in bed, I can sleep well and comfortably. I won’t wait foolishly like before. In life, I think I can still take the initiative to find some fun and fulcrums. Although it is just a small satisfaction, it makes me feel much better, because the next day my heart is full of hope. I don’t want to be a complaining woman...

S told me that he had been busy with work recently and could spare more time, so he asked to meet. I was very excited, but still afraid. Although I was fascinated by him, it was the Internet after all. In this virtual world, I could say and do whatever I wanted, but if I had to actually face a stranger, I didn't know what to do. Saturday is the time for the gentleman to go on business trip. They are supposed to do an inspection. It is said to be an inspection, but in fact many people know that they have gone there for corruption. People nowadays are not stupid, and it will take several days for them to come back. S was very gentlemanly on the other end of the phone and said that his flight was at 11 o'clock and I didn't need to pick him up, but just needed to go to the agreed drinking spot as required. I said "yes" without thinking anything and hung up the phone. I felt both surprised and shy. This day had finally come. I had been looking forward to this passion for so long. I looked in the mirror: How could I make S satisfied? Suddenly I acted like a little girl acting coquettishly. I will try my best to do well. The wardrobe has his favorite underwear styles, and they were all purchased according to her requirements after she got to know him. He likes women who are elegant and not coquettish, and he likes temperament and sexiness. But after choosing and choosing, I couldn't find any clothes that satisfied me. I was a little annoyed that I didn't go shopping more often. I remembered what S said before, what kind of woman makes him most attracted, so I will appear in this attitude, he likes to take things step by step, so I will also be a cute stupid woman:)

After taking a bath, I made myself clean as if I was going to mass. I didn't choose any particularly sexy lingerie, but just put on some lace white panties with a rose on the front. The silk stuck to my skin, and it was smooth and fit. I know some of S's hobbies and what kinds of interests can excite him. I put on suspender stockings, which is a pleasure that my husband will not and cannot enjoy. My breasts are not pointed but full. The bra can lift them higher without losing the charm. I only think about how to show myself, and I promised S that I would not be a housewife.

After I finished all this, the phone rang again. S asked in a low voice if I was ok. My heart skipped a beat: "Master, I'm ok. I'll go to the hotel now."

Part 6

The door was ajar. I stood outside with my bag in both hands, not knowing how to get in. I thought that when I saw him, I wouldn't know where to put my hands. My heart was pounding. "What will he do to me? Is it really as mandatory as they say on the Internet?" "Or will he be gentle like a lover?" Some guesses flashed through my mind. At this moment, the fierce desires overwhelmed me. I don't know how many times I thought about the passionate scene of the two of us on the way to the hotel. Those shameful thoughts had made me wet. I suppressed the joy that was about to rush out, gently pushed open the door, and walked in.

He sat there very quietly, with a few cigarette butts in the ashtray next to him. It seemed that he was also looking forward to it.

I lowered my head and just stood there, not knowing how to move or utter a word, my face was hot.

But my eyes just glanced at him, and I saw the man clearly. He was exactly the type I like, with a handsome appearance, mature and masculine aura. But I didn't dare to look up, afraid that he would see through me. I was also afraid of his eyes. I was like a child who had done something wrong, and I was panicked in front of the teacher. S said, "Look up." That magnetic voice made me miss you every night and my heart surge. Now it sounds so real in my ears that it feels like a beautiful dream. What surprised me was that although he told me how harsh S's methods were, he seemed particularly gentle. I became a lamb, to be slaughtered. I knew that today, no matter what, those things would become true and I would not be able to escape. In front of this man, I would be stripped of my dignity. He stood up and approached me. I was extremely nervous, my body was shaking slightly, and I bit my lips, but I still couldn't say a word. I hated myself for being useless. He spoke to me softly, and at the same time, he put his arms around my waist and gently pulled me close to him. He smiled and said, "Your soft and boneless body is nestled in my arms. I'm going to savor it." My face turned red, and I felt so weak in his strong embrace that I almost couldn't stand. His hands were about to take off my coat. I was nervous for a moment and actually held his hand. I felt the unique warmth through the clothes. The wonderful touch of mature wildness came from my palm. S didn't say anything. I gradually loosened my hands again. S easily took off my coat. I still stood there like a work of art. S surrounded me, carefully looking up and down, full of praise... Then I was left with only lace panties and bra on my body. I thought he was going to continue taking off, but he returned to his seat: "Go to the bed, lift your head high, and crawl. Do you understand?"

Like a possessed person, I did it obediently, I didn't know how I could resist at all, being stared at by him like this, his eyes greedily raping my body, as if he wanted to lick every piece of skin, my heart was burning with passion, "Now that I've done it, there's no turning back, let me be swallowed by the climax and pleasure." I did something I had never done before, I don't know where the boldness came from, I raised my hips, shaking them gently, I didn't know if he would be satisfied, but I still understood men a little bit and knew what would make them crazy.

I reached behind my back, unbuttoned my bra, held my breasts with my hands, and looked back at him with a dazed look.

S was really excited. He smiled and said, "XXX, show me your best side. You will be my sex slave." I slowly took off my bra. It was not intentional. I moaned involuntarily in my heart. My throat was full of desire and passionate need. Pulling the edge of the panties with my hand, "Master, I'm wet for you, please...

Love me. "I buried my head deeply in the pillow, and with my two hands, I pulled my panties down little by little, until they were at my calves. I also heard S's noise, he stood up, yes, I was about to be penetrated by someone, I quietly opened my legs a little more, looking forward to it.

However, S did not have normal sexual intercourse immediately. Instead, he took out something. I heard a strange buzzing sound. I was wondering what was entering my lower body and it was vibrating violently. I could not help but scream out "Ah", and my hands were tightly grasping the bed sheets. Oh my God, what is this feeling, that thing is moving inside me. I gritted my teeth, but my body could not control it. My private parts seemed to have completely accepted this thing, and a large amount of liquid flowed out.

It was too exciting, how could it be like this, it was constantly vibrating inside, and I was so excited that I couldn't breathe, my head was filled with such fresh happiness, but the feeling was getting stronger and stronger and I couldn't stand it. I felt itchy and I clamped my legs together. S took out a piece of rope and tied my hands behind my back, supporting my body, and tied me up in the way I had seen on the Internet. He pulled gently, and I felt uncomfortable. The ropes on my hands, feet, breasts, and hips made my flesh hurt. I begged him, but S still smiled and said, "XXX, I will love you. This is your first time, and you will slowly like my love."

He persisted, staring at me intently, watching my expression to see if he had achieved his goal (I later learned that S liked to force orgasms this way). Then suddenly, he took out the still buzzing thing, and my body was finally free from such stimulation. I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but S inserted it in and hugged me, as if to show his masculine side, thrusting wildly. My voice gradually became smaller, and in the end, I could not shout out anything, and could only breathe in and out in big gulps. S screamed and shot all his pride into me. I could no longer think about why I didn't wear a condom or how to prevent pregnancy. My body was limp, and S climbed on top of me, looking at my blushing face. ...After a while, S stroked my hair and hugged me like a lover. I couldn't muster any strength and could only lie obediently in his arms. I really hoped that this day would never pass.

S asked me why I had tears in my eyes, I smiled and said it was because you gave me happiness. For all these years, I never knew what a real climax was like. S also smiled and said it was because I brought you a second spring, so you must cherish it.

I nodded and asked S about not wearing a condom. He said he had prepared for it a long time ago. Since he didn't like wearing condoms, he bought instant contraceptive pills. I said coquettishly that you are so bad and you think of everything. I was dragged into this fire pit by you. What should I do in the future? S changed the subject and said that today was just a trial run. He said it was just like an elementary game and he was afraid that I would not be able to adapt to it, so he just did it in a simple way. I was surprised and said, "What else are you going to do to me? I don't want anything brutal and bloody." S said no, SM is not all about that, he is just pursuing sexual climax.

I felt a little tired, and before I knew it, I fell asleep for a while while he was talking.

I woke up and was still lying in S's arms. I got up quickly to pick up the child. Looking at S's sleeping face, I even had the urge to love this man. I quietly put on my clothes and made the messy bed. I am not just a woman who pursues sex, I also hope for true communication. The delicate S will definitely understand my heart. After leaving a note, I left the hotel. It was already late when I got home. My daughter complained to me that she was up so late. My heart seemed to be stabbed by something and it hurt a little. I picked up my daughter and kissed her cheek. At this moment, I thought of the man in the hotel. Looking at my daughter, my husband's figure appeared again. Family love, passion, and beautiful things are always difficult to have. I don't know what to do tomorrow. I held my daughter and got in the car. I just wanted to go back to my warm home.

Part 7

When I got home, I found another set of underwear, took a shower again and put it on, and threw the one that was still stained with the man's smell and some semen into the washing machine. Feeling a little tired, I lazily lay on the sofa, and my daughter stared at TV with big eyes. Looking from the side, I could see her innocent smile. The cat and mouse chasing each other on TV seemed to never have a winner. But how could the little girl understand all this? What amused her was only the cleverness of the mouse and the embarrassment of the cat. I really hope my daughter will never grow up and stay in the fairy tale. If being a human is destined to go through painful experiences and hardships, I even hope not to have children. But my baby is so cute and beautiful, I really want her to live happily forever. But her shameful mother had just reached orgasm from a man. How should she face those unthinkable consequences? People often become unusually calm after indulging themselves. Happiness, ethics, and responsibility may always be enemies, and no one can compromise with anyone else. I'm trying to separate my family responsibilities from my desires and passions. Can I have my cake and eat it too? I don’t know yet, because I haven’t tried it yet. Is there any danger ahead? But my lustful heart has already leaned towards the side of depravity. I just don’t want to live such a boring life anymore. I am in my thirties and I don’t want to become an abandoned woman in a few years. I don’t want my youth and happiness to be worn away by the years too soon. It seemed as if he had made up his mind and took the risk to gamble his fate on the crater.

I called S in the evening and told him that I couldn't keep the appointment and that my husband would call me in the evening to check on me. Although he didn't mean to check on me, I still didn't want to make him unhappy. S was quite understanding. He lowered his voice and said that we would have to find someone else. I was a little jealous and said in annoyance that we had to be careful because there were many diseases outside. S laughed and said, "How could there be such a wonderful woman like me? Those vulgar men would avoid me, so how could I find another one?" A woman's heart is complicated, and his praise made my vanity soar. In front of S, I seemed to be back in the days of romantic love. I wanted to be a little woman, act coquettishly, argue, and get the love of men. The heart that had been silent for many years seemed to have taken a nap and then became active again, tasting the sweetness with joy. I am just one of the women who are born to dream. I felt extremely relaxed and happy. With those colorful fantasies as my pillow and a sneaky smile, I said good night to S.

"Come have dinner with me, and remember you can only wear a skirt." I was ironing clothes at home when S's call startled me. "I have to take care of our daughter at home." I told the truth, "Your husband is not at home these days. We agreed that you can only belong to me. Don't forget that you are M." S hung up the phone. I had no choice but to go back to my room and put on the skirt I was asked to wear. I called my girlfriend to come to my house and said I was going to see a sick classmate, and then I took a taxi to the hotel. S was unexpectedly waiting in the hall. As soon as he saw me, he wanted to hug my waist again. I wanted to dodge, but he didn't care and asked, "Is there anyone you know here?" I had no choice but to agree, and we went to the restaurant together. There weren't many people there at that time, so S and I sat in the left corner. Although there was a large glass window, fortunately there was a curtain blocking it. I was always worried that someone I knew would pass by here, and I was afraid of being recognized. But it’s funny to think about it, how could it be such a coincidence? It must be just my psychology playing tricks on me. S ordered a few dishes, then came close to me and asked me intimately if I slept well. I said very well. He asked if I slept well because I was satisfied. I secretly pushed him and said, "Don't be so annoying." S just smiled and didn't answer. He looked back and around, as if he was confirming something. At this time, he took out something like a magic trick. I was stunned and asked what he was doing in public. S got closer to my body, talked in my ear, but his hand secretly reached under my skirt. I hurried to hold down his hands. Although I couldn't see his hands from the table, I knew the danger of being teased by him. What if I get caught by others? It's so embarrassing. But he was able to remain calm as he pulled aside my clothes and attacked my private parts. The back of today's dress is a little torn, and you can see the very thin bra strap. The thin black strap and the slightly exposed snow-white back make her look very sexy. I thought he really liked this and it brought him passion, but I didn't expect that he wanted it in the restaurant. I was happy that my charm had worked, but at the same time I was worried about his bold training. He whispered, "This is an electric device. You can't show any expression for a while. I will let you experience a different kind of stimulation."

I was about to say something when his fingers touched the edge of my panties. "There...don't do that." I had to look around, worried that other people might notice something. Fortunately, there weren't many people eating there, and they were sitting several tables apart.

S's fingers penetrated the edge of my panties. I wanted to scream, but I had to keep my mouth tightly closed and pretend to be relaxed, waiting for the food to arrive. However, my body clearly betrayed my modesty. He used his index finger to tease the smooth flesh, and my face turned red again as it was during passion, with a slight bead of sweat on my forehead.

The liquid that had already been secreted from the private parts had soaked the pink panties. S's fingers continued at a moderate pace. I covered half of my face with one hand, not wanting others to notice my strange expression. S put the electric device in my hand under the table and told me to insert it myself. I showed a begging expression, but he looked at me coldly. I was afraid that he would be angry, so I nodded. At this moment, the waiter brought the first dish. S smiled and said that it was the signature dish here. The waitress explained it with great interest, but I couldn't hear a word. It's too wet down there.

S hinted at me and asked me to do it at this time. I hesitated for a moment and had to point the tool at my private parts under my skirt. I hooked the edge with my fingers and inserted it little by little... The muscles inside contracted immediately, as if they were holding something. With the help of the slippery liquid, the tool entered one-third of the way in effortlessly. S looked at my facial expression with satisfaction. He knew that I had followed his instructions and there was no need to check my movements. Moreover, the waitress was explaining the origins of the names of the dishes in fluent Mandarin. But my desire was being ignited, and the suppressed sexual impulse made me feel like going crazy. One dish was served after another. I only tasted a few bites, my lower body was still swollen by the utensils, so I had no appetite. At this moment, I wished that time would pass quickly. I could not bear this kind of torture anymore. I looked at S for help several times, but S was eating the delicious food with great interest. I endured the humiliation and begged for mercy from S in a low voice: "Master, I was wrong, please let me go. You can punish me however you want in the room, but I can't do it here." I am not a stupid woman, and I know how to satisfy this man's vanity. He will definitely forgive me. Sure enough, S smiled, called the waitress to pay the bill, and hugged me back to the room.

As soon as I entered the room, he pushed me to the ground, and like a madman, he tore off my underwear, made me crawl, put his tongue between my legs, and sucked back and forth. "Ah..." I really can't find words to describe such a wonderful feeling. The previous wetness and the insertion of foreign objects have already made me a little intoxicated, and at this moment his skillful tongue brings me to another realm. "Master..." I could only utter two words, and then I could only moan. I no longer cared about the dignity of those women and I moaned with happiness. We had intercourse right on the carpet, and two figures appeared on the wall. One was tall and moving quickly, while the one who was crawling could only scream weakly after being hit. "Give it to me... give it to me quickly... let me die..."

I was getting closer and closer to S's goal. He wanted to make me completely submit to his penis through such sexual torture and orgasm stimulation. I really could not resist. When he pressed hard at the deepest part, my climax came and he also shot out a warm stream. I collapsed again.

S's hands were still on my hips, and looking at my dazed look, he looked very conquered. I like his sexual taste, and although I had reached orgasm, the lover-like caress made me feel more comfortable, and I leaned comfortably on his chest. S said he was surprised at my skills in bed, and I said that was all taught by you, and that I would never have thought of so many things before, and even tried every way to torture me. S said that it would be best if it could bring you happiness, and I said meaningfully that I hope happiness would last forever. S said as long as you behave yourself, I said what else can you not behave yourself? I did something so rebellious and violated many morals. I even don't understand whether it is right or wrong. Seeing that I was a little excited, S kissed me gently on the lips again and slowly began to caress me. I could not resist this man's lingering affection, so I agreed to his invasion again. My private parts were still filled with his first fluid, and he lifted my legs high up. I felt my lower body being stretched, and then I started twitching in ecstasy. My whole body felt numb and I tried to lift my lower body up to match his every penetration, moaning with passion. S's physical strength was beyond my imagination. He was very good at adjusting his techniques and speed. I thought he was similar to all 40-year-old men. He would ejaculate as long as I moved. But I was wrong. He was always observing my feelings and the changes in my body, and then stimulating me accordingly. Gradually, I had no strength left, but he could still hold my hips and continue to pump...

I hid in the bathroom to rinse and felt his liquid flowing out. S's crazy words left me with lingering fears. I like the feeling of having an affair and don't mind his alternative training of me, but the words he said scared me. Does he want me to do the same things that appeared in the porn films he showed me before? I can shout, I can moan to arouse a man's sexual desire, I can use vulgar language, but that was only when I was with him. The brutality I saw in the movie, the strange men, and the club he talked about... I dare not even think about why I would become such a lewd woman. I let the water from the shower head flow down my face. Are there my tears in it? Once a fallen soul has fallen into an abyss from which there is no return, is it possible for it to return to its previous state? No more. My sorrow, the sorrow of being a woman? I don't know.

Part 7

The number of sexual intercourses during these few days even exceeded the total number of times I had sex with my husband in the past six months. I was completely drawn into the passion of desire, enjoying only the pleasure brought by the flesh, and reaching climax through repeated moans and S's impact. To say that she has completely fallen into the role of a whore is not an exaggeration at all. Maybe he wanted to make the past in his heart disappear in such a state of indulgence. The more he pursued sexual stimulation, the more he could calm down those shadows.

When S left, his face looked a little bad. I smiled and said that it was all because of him trying to show off. He deliberately patted my butt and said that I was not much better, as he had said that his waist was sore before. When I saw him off at the airport, I was reluctant to leave, but I had to go anyway. He kissed me unexpectedly, and I was very happy. I sent my husband on a business trip like a wife. In the eyes of others, we must be such a happy couple. I also imagined this scene in my heart, how great it would be if this really happened to my husband. When I turned around and left, I was just melancholy, wondering what I had gained and what I had lost. After returning home, I had a good sleep, and it was almost time for my husband to come back.

We don't do this secretly very often, because my husband doesn't go on business trips all the time, but I'm quite satisfied with it. I don't have the anxiety and uneasiness I had before, and I don't think about it anymore. My husband works and comes home as usual. I no longer have any interest in what he does outside. I might have minded it before, but I no longer care about what he does. I still go to work and go home to take care of my daughter as usual. I am still a wife and my responsibilities in this regard are not reduced at all because of S's affairs. I have thought about getting the best of both worlds and I am doing so. S is also carefully planning deeper SM things.

I told my husband that I was going to visit an old classmate for 2-3 days. He knew the city that female classmate was in and told me to just hang out for a while and then fly back. He also had to go on a business trip in a few days because of work, so I packed some things. S was in that city! And he said he would take me to a party. When I got there, I didn't look for S immediately, but went to my classmate's house. She sensitively asked me if I was meeting my lover. I omitted the SM issue and acknowledged the existence of the lover. She said that I was so lucky that I could feel the happiness of being loved again, and it was so easy. I smiled and said, "Do you have one too?"

She nodded and explained some of the reasons. Haha, it turned out that she also had a lover, but he lived too far away. The other party was a teacher, and the two had only met once. Due to some factors, now she can only suffer in lovesickness. As I listened to her words, I seemed to think of a lot of things. There are so many secrets in the families of so many people. Is this a reflection on human nature or the degeneration of society? This is what I thought about after I got home. I didn’t consider all these things at the time. I just chatted and laughed with her for a while, explained some things, and left.

It was getting close to dusk, and when people around me were looking for their own happiness in the bright lights and nightlife, I was about to do something that I could never have imagined in my entire life. In S's car, I placed my black handbag flat on my legs and looked at S's eyes. He was just listening to the CD while driving the car slowly.

Can I do it without getting upset? The guilt in the heart can no longer be erased. Satan was once an angel, so why did he become the source of the devil? God placed the forbidden fruit in the yard but did not allow people to eat it, so why did he create the forbidden fruit? After being tempted by S several times, I didn't realize that I had lost something called humanity, and I was chasing after sensual pleasure in the ocean of desire. I looked out of the car window and heard the sound of rain. At the corner, there were quite a lot of people in the KFC window, couples, families, and friends all looking at each other with happy faces. And I seemed to see my own figure in it, and there was pain in my heart, perhaps a tearing or a smile of Satan. When I turned around to look at S again, the car stopped abruptly.

We have arrived at XXXX Club. I am holding S's arm. The inconspicuous glowing fonts hide secrets that many people don't know. It looks like a bar from the outside and it is also a bar inside. The inside is no different from an ordinary bar. The waitresses in short skirts are carrying their own brands in their hands. When a customer comes in, they try their best to lobby and recommend the name of the wine in their hands. In the corner of the hall, there is a small SHOW stage. A girl in a white dress is singing a song with a microphone. All around are you and me in life. The frustrated young man drank beer dejectedly; the charming woman acted coquettishly on the legs of the middle-aged man. In darker places, you can only see the rough silhouettes of people moving. I followed S's steps and quickly walked through the corridor to the other end of the bar. I saw six burly men outside and I knew that the legendary club was right in front of me.

I accompanied S like a lady. S took out something like a card and showed it to someone. The person checked the list in his hand, smiled and nodded, and then the not-so-big door opened. Inside was another paradise world, suddenly bright... What surprised me was that the space was very large. Its decoration could be described as magnificent. There was a big crystal chandelier in the middle, and below it was a rectangular platform. There were round tables distributed in a fan shape on all four sides, and many people were chatting and laughing. If SM hadn't told me in advance, I would have thought that it was a meeting of the Political Bureau Standing Committee, because there was nothing unusual about their clothes and behavior. It seemed like just an ordinary cocktail party, and the women didn't appear to be overly glamorous or expose themselves.

I think it’s because it doesn’t need to attract anything else. It is an M itself, has its own S, and just follows its master. I also dressed myself up quite ladylike, wearing a women's open-necked top, a suit, and a pair of medium boots. S acted like he saw an acquaintance and left me alone to greet someone else. I still felt depressed and confused in this atmosphere. How is it possible that these people would have sex in such an occasion... I couldn't think any further. There was a staircase in the front with a slight "S" curve, and then going up, I could see what looked like a karaoke room, which was probably the VIP room that S mentioned.

S brought a man and a woman with him. The man was tall and the woman looked younger. S said they were his friends.
He was working in electronics. He looked me up and down and said to S enviously, "Where did you find such a beautiful woman?" S just smiled and started chatting. I didn't say a word, but just looked at the woman a few times. She smiled at me calmly, but I clearly felt that there seemed to be something in her eyes, but it flashed by. She was also very beautiful, with curvy figures, and she seemed to have temperament. We didn't say a word throughout the whole process, just quietly waiting for something, and those people seemed to be waiting for the opening ceremony of the party. As we were watching, several people came out of a door nearby. The man in the lead was obviously the main figure. His temperament was not ordinary, so everyone greeted him respectfully. He came to the front of the platform with a smile on his face (after much consideration, I decided to omit some parts, including meeting a leading entrepreneur who can be seen on TV, and another person who S later said was a senior official in the public security, procuratorial and judicial systems. These were already a shock to me), and said a bunch of polite words, which were generally centered around sex and the pursuit of happiness. As soon as he finished speaking, music started. In an instant, the atmosphere was completely different from before. The one who led everyone's sexual desire was a charming woman on the platform, waving her arms. Then two young naked men walked up to her and started to molest her. Looking at the entangled bodies, without exception, my sexual desire was aroused. I have never experienced such stimulation. I can see other people's sex scenes with my own eyes, and it is still so crazy. S just gently probed under my skirt with his fingers. I was actually very wet. I could even feel that it had soaked to the bottom of my skirt, although the fabric was a bit thick.

I was breathing gently. If S asked me to, I would immediately swallow his penis. The itchiness inside made me feel uneasy. Some obscene signs can be seen around, some let their M crawl between their legs with the M's head moving up and down, some just put their hands under the M's skirt and tease her. Some even have intercourse while hugging each other. But S didn't say anything and continued watching the passionate scene. He turned around and whispered something to his friend, then took me up the stairs. We entered room numbered 07, and then the friend arrived with his female companion. S unbuttoned my shirt as if no one was around. I was nervous because it was so close in front of others. I peeked at my friend and his female companion, and saw them beginning to make love as if they were familiar with it. They didn't feel awkward at all. The young girl even began to moan. S laid me down on the bed, and kissed my body carefully, licking every corner with his wet tongue. After a while, I also blended in. I didn't care about the strangers around me anymore. I raised my lower body to allow S's tongue to go in a little further. I like men to do this, it makes me happy and arouses my passion. When S just touched my labia, my body trembled involuntarily and liquid was secreted from my private parts. While we were making love, S would tie up my body, and his binding was just a decoration. He went around my chest, then to my waist, and through my thighs. When he inserted his middle finger into my body, I had completely fallen into the abyss of greed.

When I felt 4 hands on me, I opened my eyes. His friend smiled obscenely and tightened the rope, and I felt pain. "Why is this happening?" I was a little terrified. Where was my S, that friend's female companion? She had already been blindfolded and tied up and lying on the side. Her lower body was buzzing. I knew it was an electric device, and they let it twist and turn. They came to torture me alone, and I couldn't control myself at all. S sucked my breast and held me with both hands. His friend took another tool and separated my lower body without hesitation. I resisted the urge to scream and closed my eyes, knowing what would happen next. It was an instrument bigger than a man's. "You..." In an instant, I felt pain. When he slowly reached the innermost part, his body completely betrayed him and the lustful desire hidden in his body burst out. I moaned like a whore, "I can't take it anymore... I really can't take it anymore..." My lower body was burning and a little painful, but the pleasure it brought made me want more intense impact. There was a refreshing taste on my lips. S's penis became erect. I took it in my mouth and licked it with all my heart. S gently pumped while his friend increased the speed of his hand, making me engulfed by the intense pleasure. He even inserted a finger into my anus. I didn't care about anything anymore. I just hoped to be filled and let me die in the climax. "Give it to me... ok... please..."

There was another moment of brutality..., two people raped me madly, and I knew nothing in the end.

I boarded the plane with the scar on my thigh. I wasn’t actually worried about whether my husband would see it. Instead, after the extreme happiness, I felt a little tired and even more confused about myself. When I saw my daughter say, "Mom, I miss you," I couldn't help but cry. What do I really want? Why can't I tell the difference? I held my daughter in my arms, and kept holding her in my arms, sitting on the sofa.

Part 9

My husband hasn't returned home yet. I called him in the evening. He said with a little tiredness that the trip was a bit unpleasant. I told him to take care of himself and go home early. My husband smiled and said it was rare for me to care about him. After hanging up the phone, I lay quietly on the sofa, feeling a little uncomfortable. I only have deep affection for my husband, and those women's fantasies, romance, and love have all been shattered. I am not to the point of being out of touch with the world, so why should the fun and happiness in life end too early? Or is my approach wrong? My husband's boredom made me cheat on my wife, and it was so absurd to have such a weird sex. The repeated lustful scenes made me like a drug addict, craving for satisfaction. I turned off the main lights in the living room, leaving only a faint yellow light. The scene from last time was indelible in my mind. My body's senses were greatly stimulated. Now when I touch my skin, I can still feel the obscene burning sensation. Being called "baby" by that strange voice was like plucking a string somewhere. I felt gentle and tender under him. The little woman in my heart wanted to bring out my charm to the fullest, so that he would be attracted to me and seduced by me. I wanted to be the darling of everyone.

Under the short pajamas, the marks of rope binding were still clearly visible. Because that kind of lewd posture arouses men's interest, S and his friends did the same and made me submit to the tight bondage. My right leg was hung up for a longer time, so there were scars on the root of my thigh. S comforted me by saying that my skin was elastic and would recover naturally after some time. In fact, he didn't need to worry about this problem. Even if there was something wrong with my body, my husband would not take the initiative to discover it unless I told him. The most shocking scene was seeing herself as a slave in the specially placed dressing mirror, a snow-white body moaning under the gaze of two men, and a young woman next to her also fell to the buzzing sound of the instrument, twisting her lower body constantly. If I hadn't been online that time, if I hadn't met S, I think I would never have appeared in such a scene in my life. But at that moment, I had no thoughts or soul, and what was left was just a lustful body. S easily saw through my thoughts and tore my dignified appearance bit by bit with words. I knew I couldn't escape this man. No one came to save me, and no one understood my heart. I easily gave my body to S to abuse at will, and I was a wife...

I feel a little wet, and these thoughts flash by like clips from an old movie, but my senses are very sensitive, and even an unintentional touch can seduce deep desires. My body is now much more sensitive than before, is that a good thing? Is it a bad thing? I didn't want to think about these things anymore, so I went back to my room, lay down quietly, turned the CD volume down very low, and waited to fall asleep.

"You don't look well, are you sick?"

Do I have it? I touched my cheek and thought, “That shouldn’t be the case. I put on some light makeup before going out this morning.” I also looked at my face carefully and it seemed fine. Lingli said mischievously that she scared me, but she said that my mental state was a little different. She couldn't say what it was exactly. It might be because she and I were very close friends, and she was very good at observing people's expressions and looked at them very carefully. I told her that she was being too suspicious and should just take care of her own problems instead of being suspicious of what others were doing. Since she could see it this way, maybe I was indeed a little different. I secretly thought to myself: I have to be extra careful. No matter what, I must not let even a mosquito or a mouse know about SM. Suddenly I felt nervous, as if I had killed someone. I was always worried that my crime would be discovered, and the way I looked at others was strange. Lingli asked me to have lunch, but I refused. I just took care of it in the office. My husband would be back in the afternoon, so there was nothing to think about. S sent me a few text messages. Is it happiness to have both a "lover" and a husband? But there is no doubt that S has too much emotion. He is like a girl falling in love and missing someone. In her heart, S is a perfect man. It is rare to devote yourself to such a man.

We were still affectionate like this and continued. Nothing changed after my husband came back. Apart from my duties as a wife, he felt that I didn't know where my heart was. He had some complaints, but because I always gave in to him, it didn't affect anything. It seemed that our family life had nothing to do with these things. It is actually true. Since we got married, we have never argued about anything. My husband always gives in, and sometimes I just get my way by being a little bit stubborn. So I can "control" my husband's emotions with confidence, and he still doesn't know everything. S and I are developing our relationship normally. Sometimes, even when our phone man comes back, I won't hang up and will continue chatting and laughing, as if we were old friends having a long phone call. Because of S, I go shopping more often and for longer periods of time. Some people say that women are all vain, but so what? Lingli sang the tune of "Men make money and women spend" and "Women should wear the most beautiful and unique clothes" when she went in and out of the mall with me. She is young and beautiful and likes fashionable styles. I usually choose something generous and elegant, but our choices of underwear are indeed the same: sexy and seductive. ;

Lingli said unconvincedly that she would take care of herself as well as me in the future, otherwise she would become a yellow-faced woman and be abandoned. When I picked up a new suspender, she widened her eyes. I smiled and said, "Why haven't you worn it before?" How about I help you try? Lingli quickly waved her hands and said no, and said with envy that she hoped her husband would be an interesting and appreciative person in the future. I said we have to hurry up, there are not many good men. She smiled and said that she did breast exercises in the morning. I said that it would be better to have surgery, and the size could be as big as she wanted. Lingli laughed and said that she didn't want to have anything fake on her body, she just wanted to be more perfect. When I heard her say this, I was a little dazed. What a lovely girl. Haha.

The familiar voice on the phone rang out:

"What are you doing?"

"Shopping"

"Buying food?"

"No, I'm shopping for clothes with my colleagues."

"Oh, so you must be hoping that I like it and buy the clothes I requested."

"You are really... annoying." I lowered my voice, "My colleague is still here."

"Okay, I'm in XX city. I arrived this morning. I didn't tell you because I wanted to give you a surprise. Find some free time and come to see me. I need you," S said gently. I was caught off guard again. He just likes it this way. Are all Ss so mysterious? I felt my heart beating faster, "Okay, I'll call you." After hanging up, I hurriedly said goodbye to Lingli and went home quickly. As soon as I entered the house, I threw the bag on the sofa. I left in such a hurry that I felt a little hot. I poured a glass of water. My husband just came home and told me with a smile that he had bought the things. I nodded and he said it was great and that the family could spend a good weekend together. The phone rang again. I pretended to be a familiar friend: "I just got home from shopping, and my husband just came back too." S understood what I meant, but he didn't hang up. He changed his tone: "Can't come out?" I hurriedly said: "Ah...ah...I'm so sorry...

I'll treat you to dinner next time... or tomorrow? ", I wanted to finish it quickly, so I hinted to S that I should go see him tomorrow. I was still nervous to make such a call in front of my husband. S smiled on the other end: "He just came back from a business trip a few days ago, right?" "I said "hmm", and S said strangely: "Do you have to do homework tonight?" "I was stunned by the question:" Ah...

Maybe...ha...who knows..." He suddenly gave an order: "Turn on your cell phone when you make love, I want to know about your life as a couple." This...I wanted to say something, but he hung up. How is this possible!!

My husband asked me if it was a colleague who asked me to treat him, and I quickly smiled and said I was just joking. He said it was okay and that he should invite me to his house. I said okay and quickly went to the kitchen to cook dinner, not wanting to be noticed. When I got to the kitchen, I was breathing heavily. S was such a joker. I quickly called him and said in a mosquito-like voice, "S, this is not a good idea. I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of? Just turn on your phone and put it under your pillow. Who will know?"

"But I can't do it. I'm not used to it. This is too... didn't you agree not to interfere with my life?"

"Am I interfering with your life? I'm just listening to the sound. Also, you have to do well. Do you understand what I mean?"

“You just bully people!”

"You are my M. Okay, baby, it's no big deal. Come see me tomorrow and I will punish you again."

"I..." He hung up the phone helplessly. He is a man who wants to try everything.

My husband did want to make love with me that night, so how could I refuse? It was a very normal thing, but S's request made me uneasy. How could I let others know about my private life, or expose it to S? I knew my husband's pattern, so I had to comfort myself that it would be over quickly, so it didn't need to be too painful to make a fool of myself.

After the child fell asleep, my husband returned to the bedroom. I knew it was his signal. I cleaned up the living room obediently and returned to the room. My husband wanted to hug me, but I told him to take a shower first and change into pajamas. When he went to the bathroom, I covered the phone under the quilt and secretly answered it. "So early? Oh, don't worry, I'll hang up when you're done." I sighed and put the phone with the back facing up on the side of the bedside table. In order not to attract my husband's attention, I only turned on a slightly orange light and turned off the others. After taking a shower, my husband came out and asked me curiously why it was so dark. I quickly said that this would create a good atmosphere. He smiled and hugged me directly. My husband is actually quite gentle when making love. He was always afraid of hurting me, so he caressed me carefully. But I was uncharacteristically nervous. I told myself to try not to make a sound, but when he entered, I still couldn't help myself and cried out softly. My husband was breathing heavily, trying to penetrate deeper. Maybe all men have some violent tendencies. I could gradually feel that he was also a bit wild. Suddenly, I felt guilty for betrayal. That was the pleasure of having an affair with another man without telling my husband. I hugged him and spread my legs. At this moment, I just wanted him to be happy and know that I was his wife.

I also didn't expect that my husband was much better than usual tonight and lasted a little longer. Maybe he was right, because it was my sexy underwear and body that made him more courageous. Although I still faked an orgasm, seeing his satisfied face, I felt less guilty, but I didn't relax at all. I didn't know if S had hung up his phone. I stood up and whispered that I was going to take a shower. He leaned over, and I quickly took the phone to the bathroom. The phone had already hung up. I breathed a sigh of relief. Damn S.

This abominable person will deliver himself to my door tomorrow...

Part 10

Although it was daytime, the light was dimmed after the curtains were drawn all around. The brown curtains contrast with the yellow sofa, and even a few wall lamps are on, as if to deliberately create a night atmosphere.

S opened the door and let me into the room without saying anything. Without saying a word, he went to a black bag to get something, and I just lowered my head and stood there obediently, waiting for him to speak. The moment I went out, my identity changed. I was no longer a wife, nor a mother. In this world, I was just an M, S's sexual training object. As an M, I could only look at the master's expression and words and execute every order according to his requirements. I thought he would start with the utensils as he did before, but I didn't expect him to take out a set of folded clothes and ask me to change into them. It was a shirt, a light red plaid skirt, a bow tie, and even a pair of white socks. I felt sorry for my careful preparations in the morning. Could it be that S has changed his taste? I didn't have time to think more, nor did I go to the bathroom. I could only change into the clothes prepared for me in front of S. Even though S was familiar with my body, I still felt embarrassed every time I took off my clothes in front of him. After putting on socks, it suddenly dawned on me that this was just a school uniform. S came forward and fastened the double-layer leather collar around my neck. She looked me up and down with great satisfaction and said with a smile that wearing this, I had completely regained my youthfulness. It was then that he revealed his intention: S wanted to play a role - teacher and student, while appreciating the innocence of a cute high school student, and he even took out a thin metal pole. He ordered me to kneel on the ground, holding the long rope in his hand, and then he sat on the sofa and asked me questions. Actually, I really wanted to laugh at that time, but I didn't dare to, because in my opinion, this was clearly a very childish game. It was acceptable for me to play the role of a nurse, but if I had to play the role of a little girl, I always felt that it was too funny at this age. When I knelt down, my skirt was lifted up a lot, and my white underwear was clearly exposed. I knew S's hobby. He especially liked to put various underwear or a whole set of work uniforms on me and then expose my private parts.

"You're late for the appointed time." S seemed to want to be more realistic, so he made his tone as rigid as a teacher, with a little bit of severity. I know there is a saying that if a woman wants to capture a man, she must first capture his stomach, which means making him reluctant to eat the food you cook. Smart as I am, I also use this in SM. The more he does this, the best way is to cater to his appetite. As soon as I opened my mouth to say S, he interrupted me and asked me to call him teacher. I had to say teacher because I had to send the kid to a friend's house. There is an episode here. Because the first time I talked about sending a child, S corrected me and said that I was a female student, where did the child come from? He was a little annoyed because I was not into the role. He came behind me and asked me to lift up my buttocks, and then whipped me a few times with a long metal rod like a teaching stick. I quickly explained that the reason for being late was that my husband went out late, and I had to send the child to a friend's house to be taken care of before I could keep the appointment. S smiled and said that he knew but this was a role-playing game, so he had to try his best to play his role. He asked me to answer again.

"I was going to... send a kid off." I felt a pain in my butt. I thought he was serious. I shouldn't make any more mistakes. Who knows what he would come up with to torture me? Because we were in the city where I lived, I actually hoped that he would just have sex with me. That way, no traces would be found. But my idea was wrong from the beginning. How could a S enjoy M only by having sex?

"Are you kind of into XXX?" As soon as he said the name, I knew it was his friend from last time. That made me a little worried. Could it be that the master was punishing me because he was jealous of the fact that I was so passionate about cooperating with his friend? But that was his intention. But I knew I couldn't deny it, and I had to learn to speak in that tone. I seemed helpless: "Teacher, yes." "You are still young, don't fall in love too early. Let the teacher teach you how to prevent these problems." His tone really made me want to laugh. In order to avoid him noticing, I deliberately lowered my head. S put his face very close to me, and as soon as he got close to me, I couldn't resist his scent. I didn't even understand why this was happening. His very manly scent made me irresistible. There was no flame of passion in my heart, but S was able to gradually ignite it. He kissed my lips and I responded passionately. Under S's guidance, my tongue skills had improved a lot and I could kiss deeper into her mouth. S didn't knead my breasts at the same time as usual. Instead, after a while of tenderness, he took out a medium-sized sex toy with soft thorns on it. I didn't know what it felt like and didn't have time to think about it. S just used his fingers to separate my lower body and inserted it little by little. Because of the stimulation of the soft thorns, I felt that my inside was contracting. I was a little uncomfortable and felt a little pain. S licked me greedily and sucked my lower body. The sensitive part was soon stimulated. I twisted, moaned, and called S's name, calling him master and asking him to give me more.

S Xiaoxiao gently twitched his hand and turned his body. He asked me to hold his baby in a 69 position. I obediently swallowed his penis and slid it with my tongue. I knew he liked me to do this. The teasing of the tip of my tongue could make it harder wonderfully. I even felt that its fishy smell fascinated me. Maybe I have "penis worship" and I am very careful and try very hard to serve my master. S got up, took out leather shackles and locked my hands behind my back, and made me kneel on the bed. He played with my breasts while making my upper body erect: "Baby, this is called Shenlong, you will know its benefits." He turned on the vibration, "Ah..." I didn't want to, I shook my head left and right, as if I was drilling deeper, the itch deeper was unbearable, "Innermost..."

I couldn't take it anymore. I was breathing heavily and was about to be stimulated to the point of having no strength left. S held on to me and didn't let me fall. "Please spare me..." It was just an electric oscillation. I could hold on for a little while, but the "dragon" head reached deeper. S pressed my shoulders down with both hands. Exaggeratedly, my lower body swallowed a few more centimeters of the "dragon" stick. Oh my God... I screamed loudly. It reached the very innermost part. I really couldn't take it anymore. It had reached the very innermost part, and it was swollen and itchy, and S began to twitch fiercely. "I can't take it anymore. Please, I'm coming." S said in a strange tone, "You dare to betray me, I will torture you to death." I sobbed a little. "I dare not. Master, I really dare not. I'm only yours." But S was still twitching quickly, trying to straighten my body with one hand and violently hitting me with the other hand. I am confused, give it to me, I want your penis so much inside me, yes, I am a whore, I can only moan, my head is tightly against him, here it comes, I am coming...

The climax attacked my body and I fell on the carpet. S didn't want to take off his white panties, so they were still hanging on my legs. He picked me up. He once told me that he liked me most in a lewd state. I leaned my head on his shoulder. S smiled and said it was not over yet, it was just foreplay. I weakly replied that I was a lamb, a sex slave at his disposal. He laughed and threw me onto the bed. I liked the way he did it. It made me feel the power of a man, the momentum and masculinity. I made various gestures under his coercion and enjoyed the orgasm he brought me, and the trembling in a dreamlike coma. S helped me wipe the semen off the corner of my mouth with paper, and gently said that he would give me an enema. I nodded. I was not afraid of this. In medicine, there is also a kind of enema, which is used to clean the intestines. But I don’t know if the enema in SM feels the same. I was lying on the bed, unable to do anything but watch S take out a large syringe without a needle. I was wondering what liquid he would use when he took out something that shocked me - Bright Dairy Pure Milk. He asked me to lift my buttocks. Although I had done enemas before and didn't like the bloating feeling, I still agreed for the sake of my master's happiness. The cold syringe, little by little, I felt something cool coming in and flowing, and I had to support my upper body as he requested. Gradually, I felt full, as if I was filled up. S was quickly filled again and pushed into the anus again. It swelled and I was sweating. I don't know why some people always like this kind of game, and why they don't do it on themselves. It's really uncomfortable. I was swollen and wanted to release it, and S said my anus was contracting, but I continued to pump more milk into it. "It's so swollen, Master." S said nothing.
He quickly inserted his erect penis into my vagina. "Ah..." He thrust and let the milk flow out freely. I had never felt this before. It was so wonderful. A sense of relaxation and comfort, but there was sexual pleasure in my vagina. I couldn't help but move my butt toward me to welcome his impact.

Part 10

A very strange feeling appeared. It was very shameful and felt like urine was flowing out one after another, while the lower body was twitching with the hot penis, causing waves of contractions. Even the deepest part of her private parts was longing for deeper penetration. Her buttocks were held tightly by S. He liked to look down from above like this, watching the woman moan and twist her body under his conquest. So much milk flowed down the thighs and onto the bed sheets, making the junction with S sticky. But he didn't care at all and just intensified his actions. When the feeling of fullness gradually disappeared, my whole body was aroused by lust again. At this moment, I was nothing. In S's eyes, I was just a lustful woman who needed an orgasm. In that case, Master, please love me well. I was moaning and whimpering in my throat, my bound hands were struggling in spasms, and I didn't think that there would be red marks on my wrists later. I just wanted him to go faster, but S suddenly pulled out. I felt empty all of a sudden, as if my heart was empty, but my lower body was itching with desire. How could I stop at this time? I turned around and looked at him pleadingly. S's penis was still erect, but he seemed to prefer appreciating my body through sexual abuse.

I was very surprised that he liked to look at my private parts carefully. Even though he always praised my plump and attractive vagina, he was never satisfied. He liked to play with my lower body with his fingers, slowly parting my labia and probing the tender flesh inside with his fingers. She clamped my nipples mercilessly with the breast clamps. It hurt a lot, but I couldn't show it. S still held the other end of the noose in one hand, and he made me kneel on the bed again.

"Who sexually harassed you?" S asked.

"No, Master." "Be smart, I know everything. It will be better for you if you tell me the truth."

S pressed me hard, and as soon as I said "Really not", I was spanked hard on the butt. "I……

I have been harassed by my colleagues... no, my classmates. "It hurts so much. He never feels ruthless when he spanked. He caters to his taste. Even if he doesn't have, he has to say something nonsense, and he is still playing roles.

"How are they all?" S stroked my body, but I only felt the chill because I didn't know where he would suddenly punish me. "He told me a yellow joke...touched my chest and under..."

S Xiaoxiao: Then are there any other teachers harassed you? 「

"Some...is...XXX The teacher asked me to go to his room...and then he wanted to touch me..."

"Do you like being touched?"

"No... it's... like..." S put his finger on my private parts and started to stir. I had to grit my teeth, and all the sweat drips were soaked out of my body. S, please, don't torture me like this.

"Don't you like being humiliated like this? You'll be excited when you look at your vagina and see that you have so much vaginal fluid." S put one hand on my waist, and he suddenly inserted two fingers into it, moving quickly. How could I withstand such stimulation? A burst of strong itching came, and I couldn't control myself, so I shouted loudly, "...ah...ah..." Every moan was accompanied by a long breath, and the flesh on my face was twisted, as if it was pain, as if it was comfortable. "Go in a little more...yes...there..." At this moment, I could no longer bear and suppress my excitement. The pleasure of my fingers impacting my private parts made me tremble all over. S would not relax, "Swallow it." S asked me to open my mouth and ejaculate all the semen in, but I didn't repel it at all. I ate it all. Even after he ejaculated, he still held the male root in his mouth and sucked it carefully, calming the remaining "Master, I love you" on the glans. I reluctantly spit out his male root, and the saliva and semen on the tip of my tongue mixed into a long mucus line. S kissed me with satisfaction, and finally let go of my hands. I fell down weakly, while S had no intention of being tired at all. He leaned down and kissed my private parts. The tip of his tongue was beating cleverly. The most sensitive part was stimulated by S. I couldn't help but straighten my toes, my body moved slightly, sobbing slightly, and grabbed the bed sheet with two hands tightly. Between my snow-white thighs, I could only see a man's head moving, and then... I came, and the climax was licked. "I feel so comfortable..." My body suddenly lost its strength and collapsed into a ball.

When the feeling of strong shame slowly disappeared, S hugged me in front of a mirror, he would not let me go of the climax easily. "What, is it the last game again?" When I found that the master would use a very humiliating method to prepare for rape of anus, I wanted to escape, but I had no strength to resist. I turned my back to let my legs separate on him. He and I could see the two naked bodies in the mirror. I didn't want to see the insertion. It was a shame for a woman. I lowered my head and let my flowing hair block my view, but S ignored me and said to me seriously: "Put it in by yourself, and look at the person in the mirror at the same time."

I was raised up my head toughly, and S pointed the man's root at my anus with his hands: "Hurry up!!" "Okay..."

The plump butt gradually sank, "It hurts..." and it was not wet. It was extremely nervous. Although it was just inserted in this way. Although it was a sensation of pain to the anus, S quickly adjusted the angle and reached out to the front to play with his private parts, allowing the desire to drown the pain. After a while, what I made in my mouth was no longer painful moans, but violent breathing. I looked at myself in the mirror up and down, and was so humiliated by S, but I still had a sexual pleasure reaction. "I... can't do it..." The anus was very tight. S liked this smell very much, and he tried hard to thrust up and down, but I knew that he was pinched very tightly, so he should ejaculate again soon. "I can't do it anymore...Master...please come out"...

After changing my clothes, I barely had the strength to stand up. S said that the set of clothes I prepared in advance seemed to be right, so that I would not stain my clothes, and I wouldn’t go home much. We went downstairs together and went to the restaurant for dinner. At this time, he was very gentlemanly and demeanor, and completely in line with the ones just now. In the eyes of many women, he was just a good lover, not to mention that he could impress women in bed. Beside S, I also feel love. Being SM. Although there is sexual need, as a woman, I prefer to combine sex and affection, and give because of love. Therefore, I show my most beautiful side to S because I know that no matter how bright a flower is, it also needs a good spectator, so the blooming of this flower is meaningful. I also have a kind of dependence on him. I once put my boyfriend, husband and S together, wondering what would it look like if the first man was S? What if I marry my first boyfriend? And I, this ordinary woman, want, S. It seems that I can give me: love, sex, care.

It is usually said that women in love are blind, so what about me? I don’t know, or I don’t think about the unexpected. It’s very short-lived to pass through the sky, but there are still many people who grab its tail and make a wish. Is SM also short-lived? Give me love, my dear...

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