college queen

Author: wjhjsnb
Word count: 16749
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 frustrations of searching in the past made her finally try to search on the Internet. 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 because of luck, when I was in a chat room with the theme of “dominant and enslaved”, she appeared. 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.
For the next few weeks, we talked, got to know each other, and had “virtual sex” every night. Finally she agreed to give me a chance to meet her alone. She said she liked my imagination, and that I wasn’t what she called a “brainless, sycophant slave,” but I couldn’t avoid the psychological complications, since this was the first time I was meeting someone as a definite 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 her presence! I will be treated like trash and there will be no turning back. I will take the initiative to let myself fall into the darkness of human naturein the face.
Even so, my brain was overwhelmed by my inflated desires, so 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.
Regarding her appearance, Xiao Ru has been keeping her mouth shut, so I guess she is not very beautiful. 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 this beauty noticed that I was staring at her, I quickly turned my face away, but what disturbed me was that 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 looked 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 the ease with which I’ve become so quickly with her, and already in the conversation I’ve been able to catch glimpses of what attracted me in the first place. This made our start much more comfortable and enjoyable.
So excited, I almost forgot to look at my favorite part of a woman’s body: her butt. While the rest of her body makes her look like an angel, looking at her ass gives me the same deep but “opposite” impression, at least to me, I don’t know why, but a beautiful woman’s ass gives me nasty power, a power that makes me fall deeply. I have always loved this contradictory power that only a woman’s body can have. This power comes from the contrast of incomparable beauty and danger. This power makes me willing to be a slave and bow down.
The mature and plump curve of her butt does not seem to match her well-proportioned and toned thighs, but in that dark crevice lies endlessof evil. Watching her makes me shudder, am I really going to kneel in front of this beautiful woman, kiss her ass, and let her pee on my face? Is it like what we talked about online? My knees are starting to go weak!
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