Shanghai girl’s training diary (extra long)

Author: lsylylyr
Word count: 52398
How I Became a Queen
Here I will record a few stories from my childhood, so that my colleagues can understand my mental journey.

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 and I am in junior high schoolWhen he often came to my house to play, once he watched TV in the room. I went to the bathroom to take a bath, and then put the replaced underwear in the basket. Then my cousin would go in to take a bath. This situation often happened. I didn’t care about it. Until one day my cousin forgot to close the door, I also forgot that he went in inside. When I saw me, I was dumbfounded. I didn’t tell others about this, because the relationship with my cousin has always been good, and now I know that this is called love.

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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mineThe 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 large and has a basement, which can be converted into a dungeon.
there are ten in the family