The Days of Being Molested by the Female Lead (2 articles)

Author: aaaav
Word count: 20061
I am les-m, I like humiliating training, I like extreme training, I like being a dog slave, I like being exposed in the wild, my servility is very strong, in reality I have been a slave for two years. My previous host was my college classmate, we lived in a dormitory, maybe you guys think it’s too dramatic, even I think so.
Just after the start of my sophomore year, our school connected to broadband, which means we can surf the Internet in the dormitory, so many of our classmates bought computers to surf the Internet in the dormitory. I asked my father to give me a laptop on the excuse of my birthday that year, and I joined the ranks of chatting online in the dormitory.
Before that, I felt that I liked women, liked being humiliated by women, and liked being a woman’s m. At that time, I already knew about sm, and I often went online to find my master and receive training, but only at home on weekends.
When I went online at school on the first day, I unconsciously clicked into the self-built sm chat room of qq, so that I could receive training online even in the dormitory.
So I asked her if she was a woman, and she told me that I could call her and tell me her phone number and name! I was dumbfounded when I saw the phone number and name. It was our dormitory phone number, and the name was the one we didn’t like to talk about in our dormitory. I took a sneak peek at her (because both of us are in the dormitory)
network). Her expression was very calm, as if nothing had happened! I really couldn’t believe it, so I continued to chat online with a classmate who was no more than 5 meters away, pretending not to know each other.
up! We chatted a lot, about what kind of training methods we like, and what kind of master or slave we want each other to be. I even filled out the sm questionnaire she sent me online (although I read it online before) and on the “Master-Slave Contract” she sent me, it was marked as the same
Meant to be her m and my screen name. In this way, I continued to chat with her online for nearly a month, and suddenly one day she asked me if I wanted to do it in reality, and I knew she was my classmate, so I
Psychologically, I was not so afraid, so I boldly said yes. We made an appointment on Saturday to meet and place, and she stipulated my clothing and accessories. I remember very clearly that I was wearing Adidas red tight-fitting t-shirt that day, and
A black Nike jacket, a black skirt and a pair of boots, and I did not wear underwear as she asked, but only a pair of open crotch pantyhose. And carry a leash I bought myself (bought at a pet market) in my purse.
I came to the place we decided according to the agreed time (it was aAt the entrance of a shopping mall), I was excited and scared at the time, and the appointed time was getting closer and closer. When I saw her coming, and then she saw that I was wearing her prescribed clothes and a dog leash exposed from my handbag, her expression became very surprised. She walked towards me and asked me how I got here.
When I came, I asked if I made an appointment with my friends to visit the mall. I said in a low voice, “I’m here to wait for you.” I didn’t know what was going on, so I immediately lowered my head. After she heard what I said, she immediately asked me calmly, “Is it right?”
She already knew that the person I was talking to was her.” From her tone, I could already feel that she was a little angry, and I was afraid to say “Yes, I’m sorry! She didn’t say anything, just told her to go, and I followed her into the McDonald’s on the first floor of the shopping mall.
We chatted for a while in McDonald’s, she knew how I knew it was her, and then asked if I really wanted to be SM? I nodded affirmatively. She said: “Well, since you have decided, let’s go back to school (we are all from Tianjin in our dormitory, so we all go home on weekends)” We returned to school, but there was no one in the hallway.
She suddenly and harshly ordered me to take off my clothes and told me to crawl back to the dormitory like a dog, and put on the dog leash I brought with me. I immediately took off my clothes, only wearing silk stockings and leather boots, and followed her to our dormitory little by little. When I arrived at the dormitory, she took out the “sm questionnaire” and “master-slave contract” I filled out online (she printed them out
) and asked me “Is everything I filled in acceptable to me?” I nodded, she immediately kicked my breasts, I knelt down again, and said loudly, “I’m sorry, master! What the bitch filled in is acceptable to the bitch and willing
Willing to accept the master’s training” She brought the “Master-Slave Contract” and asked me to sign my real name on it, and stipulated that from that day to the day we graduated from college (that is, the day we left school, I believe everyone who has been to college knows) I was her private slave.
In this way, I became her private slave. I remember clearly that day was October 19, 2002, when I signed the “Master-Slave Contract” and pressed my fingerprints. She didn’t do any training that day, just chatted face to face in the dormitory for a while, and it was also because it was the first time for both of us to play sm in reality.
So the master wanted to make the future training smoother, so we discussed the contents of the “sm questionnaire” on the Internet. I prefer to be humiliated, insulted, exposed outdoors and some controlled sexual training. Of course, the master sat on a chair and I knelt at the master’s feet. Let’s decide on the name first, and we won’t be in the future
When there are outsiders, I call the master—Miss; the master calls me—cheap dog, slut or BZ. Then we decided to rent a house outside, of course not to live outside, because we are all from Tianjin, and sometimes our parents will call the dormitory, so we only live there occasionally
, mainly for training purposes. Of course, I will pay the rent (because my master’s family conditions are not very good, and my family conditions are at leastNot so bad). Of course, my master also made some demands on me:
1. Without the consent of the owner, I shall not touch the