Become the queen of sm step by step (absolutely exciting)

Author: llqllq
Word count: 47210
I remember that one summer when I was in elementary school, a guest of my mother and a big brother who was in high school came to my house. I didn’t know him very well at first, but he liked me very much and played with me all the time that afternoon. When my mother went out to buy groceries, he took me to the bed and told me stories. He touched my legs while telling me, and kissed me on the face several times. I didn’t know what was going on at the time. I stood up and stepped on him. He didn’t resist, so I kicked his glasses off with my feet, and then stomped on his face. I thought it was very funny at the time, and I enjoyed seeing him very much. I held my feet and kissed them again and again. Later he pulled me into his arms and kissed my face and said, would you please sit on my face? I just sat on his face, jumping up and down, I don’t really remember what happened afterwards, but it’s funny to recall it now.

There is a neighbor boy next door to our house, who is only one year older than me. During the summer vacation, he would come to my house to play chess with me. I liked Chinese chess very much at that time, and my level was higher than that of many boys. Once, he proposed to play a game he invented with me called “Ecstasy”. The rule was that if I covered his mouth first, he would be stunned, and then I could torture him in any way. After a while he’ll wake up and switch to him stunning me and torturing me. He let me stun him first, he was really lying on the ground motionless, but I didn’t know how to play at all. He thought I couldn’t play, so he said: I’ll show you a demonstration.

Then let me fake death, he stomped on my face. How could I bear it, and immediately “woke up” and told him that I would.

He was so happy that he feigned death, so I followed his example and stomped on his face, which was fun at the time. But he didn’t wake up after stepping on him for several minutes. When it was my turn to feign death, he wanted to sit on my face, and I immediately said: I’m awake. Then make him die so I can sit on his face and play. I was very surprised at the time, why it was my turn to feign death, and he always showed me some weird methods, such as choking the neck, kicking the head, twisting the flesh, etc. (I can’t remember clearly now), but I could wake up immediately, while he would have been dead for a long time when he was in feign death. Now that I think about it, he might also be an m, this game we played every summer vacation (when no one was home), our game changed when I was in middle school, usually we would play a horse riding game, and I would ride him around the room. When I was in high school, I was sensible, and he also came to play with me, but I disagreed. Who would have thought that I would fall in love with this kind of game today.

I have a cousin who is 4 years older than me. When I was in junior high school, he often came to my house to play. Once he was watching TV in the room. I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then put the changed underwear in the basket.I didn’t care about it until one day my cousin forgot to close the door, and I also forgot that he was inside and went in. I saw him sniffing my blue underwear. I was dumbfounded when I saw it. I didn’t tell others about it, because I had a good relationship with my cousin. Now I know it’s called a fetish.

When I was in kindergarten, I remember two boys who seemed very beautiful at the time, and one of them went to elementary school with me later. Every time I took a nap at noon, I fantasized about burying these two boys in the soil with only their heads exposed. They begged me, but I would still bury their heads in the soil. Almost every noon, I would think of a way to torture them, and I like to see their begging eyes, although we have not spoken much in real life. When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, one of the boys often wrote notes to me. He was the second most handsome in our class. At that time, he would send me home from school every day. Although I couldn’t bury him in the ground, at least I could torture him physically and psychologically. For example, I would often grab his hair and slap him like my girlfriend. At that time, as far as I knew, half of the boys in the class had a crush on me, so I felt like a queen from then on. Every time it was my turn to clean the windows, there would always be a boy who was willing to be on my neck (so that the glass could be cleaned). I have always felt that I like to torture others, such as pinching the hands of the deskmate with a pencil case, kicking the butt of the classmate at the front desk, and they never resist. When I was in junior high school, my deskmate often played a game with me. During class, I put my foot on his leg, and then he had to lift his leg off the ground. It depended on how long he could do this in a class.

I used to write some articles about only loving strangers in the blocked blog. In fact, there are similar situations in real life. For example, when I know a boy has a crush on me, I will intentionally make friends with other boys in front of him, and I like to see his painful expression. There is a boy who has a crush on me who has always been very kind to me. He asked me to sing K. After I promised, I will take another boy there, and I will be intimate with the boy I took in the private room, secretly observing his reaction. Afterwards, he hinted that he would go home with that guy for the night (in fact, he didn’t). I often like to use the boy I have a crush on as a light bulb. Even my boyfriend will be tortured by me like this, I will intentionally kiss another man when we are arguing with him, deliberately let him hear my panting to make him suspicious, this feeling will make me enjoy it for a long time.

The above incidents are some of my memories of SM impressions that happened when I was a child. If I think about it, I will continue to write here.

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My ideal life is to find a rich man to marry in the future. He doesn’t have to be very handsome, but he must be an M. He can tolerate other Ms in the family.

the house needs to be big, There is also a basement, and the basement is converted into a dungeon.

At home, there are more than a dozen of the most handsome male slaves in the country serving me, all without clothes, preferably virgins.

I need a shoe slave who is responsible for licking my high heels, slippers, and boots clean every day.

There is a laundry slave who is responsible for washing all the clothes and pants (including underwear and socks) that I change every day, using his tongue. There is a slave who cleans the floor and all the furniture to make sure the room is free of any dust. There is a slave who is responsible for preparing three meals for me. If it’s not to my taste, I’ll be thrown in a dungeon and whipped. There is a horse slave that allows me to ride him from one room to another.

There are two slaves, one is used as a bench, and can sit on his back to eat. The other is used as a sofa to sit on his face and watch TV and read books online.

A slave who acts as my trash can and eats leftovers from my meals or my used napkins, but nothing else.

A foot slave to serve my feet. Responsible for washing my feet and trimming my toenails every day.

Two tongue slaves, one is responsible for licking my back and the other is responsible for licking my front when I am lonely.

In the evening, two of the most handsome slaves will serve me and blowjob me all night. If there are many bedrooms, each room should be equipped with a handsome man. I like the more tongue slaves, the better.

A slave acts as a spittoon, and can come to me immediately when I feel like spitting. Also stay by your bedside at night.

A slave acts as a chamber pot, standing beside the bed for me to urinate at night.

A menstrual slave who specializes in digesting my menstruation.

There is a toilet slave in each toilet, and there is no food other than my excrement.

A slave is locked on a cross in the basement, and I can whip him to vent.

Slaves who failed to do their jobs were thrown in dungeons and whipped.

Slaves could only sleep in toilets, dungeons or cages. All my slaves worship my body from the bottom of their hearts, and are willing to be my private slaves forever, and will never betray me.

No. 1 m

I made an appointment with a male M to come to our school headquarters for an interview on Wednesday evening, and he said he wanted to be our toilet slave. I talked about this topic with some roommates when I was sleeping at night. We don’t know if he will come tomorrow, but we want to discuss what benefits it is for us to find such a man.

There are 4 girls in our dormitory. Except for me who is from Shanghai, they are all from other places. I can’t disclose their names, but for the convenience of expression, I named them.

The skin is very fair and she is the most popular little S among the boys in our class, the big S with the best figure, and the most beautiful head of the room among the four of us.

We chatted very happily during the night chat. I think we should find a toilet slave in our dormitory. The reason is that it is a bit cold now and everyone has the habit of staying in bed. If time is very tight in the morning, the four of us have to fight for a toilet, which always delays the class. If one of them is too big, the other three can’t wait. Just find a toilet slaveSolve this problem, and it’s better for him to serve us by the bedside, and we won’t catch a cold.

The head of the room said that this is not good, so why not just leave?

I said, he won’t be naked, of course he has to cover his eyes and tie his hands tightly. If he dares to spill it on the floor, let him lick it clean.

Little S said that in this way, the toilet paper would not be wasted, and it would be good to let him lick it clean after peeing.

We all laughed, and Big S added that even the water does not need to be flushed, and the water bill is also saved.

The head of the room said that the urinal in our dormitory had been used for a long time by the girls in the previous classes, and we hadn’t washed it for 3 years, and there was a thick layer of yellow stuff on it. He couldn’t wash it clean with the toilet cleaner, so he simply asked him to wash it slowly with his tongue.

Everyone thinks this is a good way, and I joked with Big S, aren’t you constipated, just let him suck it for you with his mouth often.

Big S said, would he be willing to do such a disgusting thing?

Little S said: Didn’t he say that he even wanted to eat big ones? This kind of thing is definitely possible, Shanghai men are very perverted.

The conclusion of our night talk is that finding a toilet slave can not only satisfy our curiosity and pass our boring and empty time, but also has many benefits as mentioned above.

But the question is how to let a man live with us? I mean let him sleep under the bed (must be tied up), and no one will find out for a while. And how do you know he is suitable to be our toilet slave? Little S thinks that he should be able to drink our boo boo is the key, but how can a normal person drink it? We discussed the interview plan for tomorrow, and finally everyone agreed with my plan.

The room chief was most worried about the man’s reluctance. Big S said, will we secretly use DV to film it tomorrow, and then he will not agree to be our toilet slave in the future. I thought it was a good idea, I already have a DV in my closet.

At 7:30 on Wednesday night, Xiao S and I were in the dormitory. The man came half an hour earlier, I can’t disclose his name, but he said in the online chat that he is a senior student at Jiaotong University, studying some kind of electronics, and his height is 172.

He came in and asked, is the queen there?

I let him in, you are so impatient to come so early.

He said he didn’t know the way so he came early.

I asked Xiao S to call them back from the next bedroom. There were only him and me in the bedroom. I don’t talk to him, just look at him contemptuously.

He said, you are more beautiful and mature than the picture.

I said angrily, are you your name?

Immediately he said, sorry, master.

I said, not yet, we haven’t decided to take you in yet.

At this time, they all came and closed the door behind their hands.

We asked him, what are you doing here?

I want to be your toilet slave.

Do you really like to eat?It is an honor to serve you. I didn’t expect the girls in the show to be so upright.

The 4 of us were all denim skirts and high-heeled boots.

Then you have to pass our exam.

What is the test?

Do you have your ID?

It was agreed on the Internet that he would bring his ID card and student ID card. He took them all out, and I asked him to hand them over to the director.

The head of the room said that he really looked like a dog. Did you not eat? (The Internet once told him that he is not allowed to eat today.)

Nope.

Little S said, okay, let you have a full meal tonight.

The three of them watched him in the room, and I went out to prepare dog food. Our floor is mainly occupied by girls performing plays. The toilet is at the end of the corridor. There are 5 squatting seats in it. Each squatting seat has a plastic basket with black plastic bags in it. The girls on our floor come here to go to work. Usually, they will throw the toilet paper in the basket. It has been full of 5 buckets since morning. I found the fullest one, took out the bag, and took it out of the toilet.

When I returned to the dormitory, I saw that the boy was already kneeling in front of them, and said, you are lucky tonight.

I put this package on the floor.

He said, what taste? It smells so bad.

I said, cheap dog, do you know what’s in it? They are all good things, the bodily fluids of beautiful women, a bitch can’t waste them.

He was very excited, this is the exam? (The black bag is full of white things, piled up like a mountain.)

I said, yes, you are qualified to be our toilet slave if you eat all of it, and you will be fined if you don’t eat it clean.

The head of the room said, if you really take it out, he won’t eat it