Me and Xiaoru

Author: tianlele
Word count: 16932
Like the beginning of many other stories, my story can not help but start with a few words; six months ago, I met the most incredible woman online, Xiaoru, and since we met online, we have discovered many, many “things” together. Besides her beauty, what attracts me the most about Xiaoru is her heart. You know, I love being sexually enslaved and have always dreamed of being the slave of a woman whose sexual fantasies are filled with sinful nature. She first discovered this nature when she was in adolescence. During a gambling win, she asked her then-boyfriend to lick her asshole. She found that sense of dominance and superiority so “seductive” that it completely changed her attitudes towards men and sex. After being satisfied by this feeling, she becomes more and more greedy for this new “sexual” style. It’s a pity that her boyfriend didn’t accept her idea, and they finally broke up.
While in college she had managed to find a few people who could accommodate her ideas, and even experimented with a mild “holy water” with one. During the few experiences she had, she would masturbate frequently until she pissed on the man’s face, but she found herself longing for a man who could feel as strongly as she did. In our many online conversations, she once said to me in confusion: I found that the vast majority of people did not seem to share their enthusiasm in the process of “serving” me, let alone being pissed on their faces by me.
These past search frustrations led her to finally try to find them online. But she soon discovered that most of the men on the Internet were the same as the men she encountered in real life; in her words “shallow, selfish, full of pornography”. Later, she started to discover some websites, some very close to what she needed. But she soon realized that she didn’t want to be a queen in the traditional sense. “That’s exhausting!” she said. “I like to be pampered and pampered, but I don’t want to act like that.”
Perhaps by luck, she showed up when I was in a chat room with the theme of “dominant and enslaved”. In this world, about 100 M can find an S, so I feel unbelievable, I am very lucky to be her slave. I told her that I can accept that being able to serve and worship a woman with my mouth is a fantasy I have always had, and I have even thought about doing the most despicable and unbearable things for women. When she asked what exactly these things were, I suggested starting a “private chat” with her. We discussed my ideas in depth, and to my surprise, she and I seemed to fit in so well, like two pieces of paper glued together.
Over the next few weeks, we spent every night talking, getting to know each other, and having “virtual sex.” Finally she agreed to give me a chance to meet her alone. She said she liked my imagination and IIt wasn’t the kind of “mindless flattering slave” she called, but I still couldn’t avoid the complicated feelings in my heart. After all, this was the first time I was meeting someone as a clear slave. “Take seriously what you wish for, and it will come true,” the words kept going back and forth in my head. I have been wondering what if the seriousness of reality destroys the perfection of fantasy? At the same time I was a little scared of what would happen if I actually did something for that person that we had discussed. Those were all embarrassing things. While these things turn me on in fantasy, will humiliation in reality do the same?
Because of the way we met and the things we discussed, our relationship would be naked, and I knew that if I agreed to see her, I would lose any self respect in front of her! I will be treated like trash and there will be no turning back. I will voluntarily allow myself to fall into the dark side of human nature.
Still, my swollen desires got to my head, and I agreed to meet. During the drive to the airport to pick her up, I had a lot of time to think about my embarrassing situation and I was nervous. At the exit of her plane, I kept waiting and observing the stream of people coming out to find a 21-year-old girl. Xiao Ru has been tight-lipped about her appearance, so I guess she is not very pretty. I don’t really care about that, though, because her quirks complement mine perfectly. While waiting, I saw a beautiful woman just got off the plane. When I stared intently at her beautiful black hair, elegant makeup, and classical temperament exuding around her, I felt a strange sense of guilt.
When the beauty noticed that I was looking at her, I quickly turned my face away, but to my dismay she started walking towards me. I worriedly dragged my feet, hoping that Xiaoru would appear in front of me immediately, when I heard a female voice calling my name.
“Hu Bin?” she called, and when I turned to that voice, I was surprised to find that she was the beauty I was looking up and down before! As she approached step by step, I was able to meet her face to face for the first time, and I was fascinated by her noble and beautiful appearance!
“Xiao Ru?” I replied, and we both laughed. She gave me a warm, polite hug. We went to get her luggage together, and while she was looking around, I secretly continued my admiration, admiring the figure of this noble girl. She was wearing a white V-neck sweater with stripes that framed her full bust, and a tweed skirt that accentuated her waist. This figure can only be produced by the perfect combination of natural beauty and acquired carving. Once again I was stunned by her beauty and couldn’t even believe that she was the same woman I had talked to countless times. She looks so kind and almost innocent, it’s hard for me to imagine that such a stunner has such other ideas. We joked lightly, talking about her journey and the weather. I’m amazed at how quickly and easily I can talk to her, and already in the middle of the conversation I can glimpseSee some clues, those things that attracted me in the first place. This made our start much more comfortable and enjoyable.
So excited, I almost forgot to look at the body of my favorite woman