Mr. Wang’s original heavy oral text

Author: dsfxcv
Word count: 42960
I used to be a TV reporter. I have been to Afghanistan, Iraq, and filmed documentaries in Antarctica. I also filmed wildness and hunger in Africa. Wherever there are major events in the world, I will appear there. Parent’s birthday.
By chance, I got hundreds of millions of assets overnight (I won the ten-bet lottery jackpot). After I had capital, I quit my TV job and began to look for what I was concerned about – human nature. I embarked on a solitary journey to uncover the truest side of humanity. I began to look for an unusual entry point, family, love, friendship, these old-fashioned themes did not match the depth and height of my journey. I walked from the city to the countryside, and then back to the city from the countryside. I was full of people living like ants. I published a few articles that tasted like wax, just to let me have a sense of existence. Reading my own articles and looking at the stereotyped news reports of my former colleagues made me feel at a loss and helpless.
I turned on the computer’s over-the-wall search engine, and randomly searched for some keywords (experienced netizens know that you can’t get anything without over-the-wall). An article about SM caught my attention, and this article made me lock the entry point, because I knew, what I wanted was there.
For an in-depth report, I resolutely wandered in this filthy circle for many years. I have seen all kinds of strange people here. In the eyes of outsiders, they are a group of perverted aliens. They hide in the crowd on weekdays and are no different from ordinary people, but once they have the space and time to be alone, they will take off their disguise and enjoy the happiness that belongs to them. However, not all the people in this circle are SM people, such as those who come to spy for fun with a novelty mentality or those who are looking for free sex partners. These two types of people account for the majority of this circle. In this circle, there are only a very small number of real SMers, and the first step I have to do is to find these people in this mixed environment. Fortunately, I found them.
Menger (pseudonym) is a very senior member of them. When mentioning her name, I think many friends in the circle are familiar with it. Maybe they have shared happiness with her. However, in order to protect personal privacy to the greatest extent, we will call her Menger for the time being.
In order to understand this circle and this group of different people, I used the pseudonym Heitong on the Internet, and published several flat posts in a well-known forum as a “great god”. (Great God: In this circle, my own master S is called the Great God) VeryQuickly, the reply to the post pushed me to the top of the forum’s homepage, and “Hei Tong” became the darling of this circle almost overnight. QQ kept flashing during that time. (Mutual communication in this circle mainly relies on QQ) There are those who want to apprentice, make friends, invite to join the group, and some want to recognize the master.
I successfully joined several groups. This kind of QQ group is mainly divided into communication group and high-pressure group. The communication group is mainly for chatting and nonsense, but the main purpose is to develop towards reality, looking forward to meeting and making deeper contacts. The high-pressure group is mainly to let M send out his own obscene indecent videos, pictures, and voices to satisfy S’s dirty desires.
Soon, I became familiar with the group, and several well-known groups warmly invited me to be a manager. (The so-called management refers to some privileged people in the group who have the privilege of pulling and kicking people. Their main responsibility is to maintain group order and organize group activities.) It is the same in any social circle. (Group Chuanzi, a person who mixes in various groups, has a good friendship with many group owners and managers, and can enter and leave almost any group at will)
Mixing groups is not an easy task. It takes a considerable amount of time and energy to maintain and consolidate my relationship and status in each group. Just when I was getting tired, I turned on the computer again. It was already past 9 o’clock in the evening, and I logged into QQ. I canceled all the message reminders and politely approved the friend requests one by one.
I started to say hello in my own way in the major QQ groups. A new message fluttered in the lower right corner of the screen. I clicked on it, and it was a person named Meng’er on the Internet. She said, “Hello, I greet you.” I knew it was an M (the domestic circle is divided into S and M. The so-called S is the abuser, or the master; and M is the abuser, or the slave.) I replied: “Hello.” She replied quickly: “Thank you very much for adding me as a friend.” I said: “It is my honor.” You, the cheap slave, read all your posts and admire you very much.” I said, “Thank you, I’m so honored.” She said, “Do you have any slaves now?” I said, “Yes” (actually, there are none, but since you are a great god, it’s easy to doubt if you don’t have a slave). I observe and record people’s performance, and analyze their inner workings and hormone levels. Her avatar started to shake again: “Do you mind having me one more?” I hesitated for a moment, and replied: “It can be considered.” She said: “A great god like you, the requirements for taking slaves are very high, right?” I said: “Two, the first one is women; the second one is living.” Great God, the threshold for accepting slaves is so low.” I replied, “Because my slave only needs to be a living woman.” About half a minute: “The cheap slaveUnderstood, you explained it like this, which makes the slave feel very good. Your slave only needs to be a living woman and nothing else. This is what the slave dreams of. Please accept me. ”