Xu Ye seemed to be chilled by a bucket of water, his expression froze on his face, and he lowered his head in frustration. At this moment, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a warm palm. Before he could react, he was pulled hard, and the whole person was pulled into a solid chest. Above his head, there is a man's low and smiling voice: "Only I can hug you."
The light aroma lingered on the tip of his nose, and when he was close, he could feel the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest. Xu Ye wrapped his arms around his waist, curled up his legs, and fell into his arms completely relaxed. He finally found himself hopelessly addicted to it. Although the temperature in the house was constant at the comfortable standard of being naked, he just wanted the warmth in his arms.
The man's hand descended from his head, gently caressing his smooth back.
Nothing erotic, just soothing.
"This afternoon, your resistance was extremely fierce, why?"
Xu Ye's body froze for a moment, and after a while of silence, he said, "I went out to play with my friends in the circle before, and a group of people got drunk and went to a hotel to rest. I didn't drink too much, and in the middle of the night, I was pointed by the next door. I woke up, the sound was terrible... I asked someone to open the door, only to find that the two who lived next door had lost control of drinking and beat a young male waiter to... strong." He paused for a while before continuing. Said, "When I entered the room, I saw blood all over the waiter's body... on the sheets, and on the carpet... I called 120 to save my life. Later I never went out with those people, and I heard that money was used for this. It's settled."
It's true that the sons and buddies get together and let loose, but Xu Ye couldn't bear the trouble, so he kept a distance from those people after that. That shocking sight cast some shadows on him. So later, even if Xu Ye let others induce pleasure in a violent way, he used some toys appropriately, but he never allowed others to actually use sexual organs to enter the body.
"My actions this afternoon reminded you of this?"
He nodded.
"You have a shadow on this matter, and you dare to choose a stranger to be your master. Aren't you afraid that I will be violent to you like some dom?" the man asked.
"I thought at that time, if you force me to do something I don't want to do, I can resist." Xu Ye answered honestly.
"Why didn't you resist in the afternoon?"
"You said you'd keep me safe." He raised his face, his eyes glowing like obsidian in the light.
What kind of illogical trust is this? The man was startled, then lowered his eyes and smiled: "Xu Ye, although I will try my best to control the situation, I don't know what you have experienced, and I can't perfectly predict your reaction every time. This afternoon That's what happened, even though I stopped in time, it still made you feel overly panicked, sorry."
He is apologizing.
Xu Ye was completely stunned, and looked at him closely with his wide eyes.
The man in front of him didn't have any jokes in his eyes, he was serious.
"...It's because of me, it has nothing to do with you...I forgot to do what you asked for..." Xu Ye became nervous after being apologized. The guilt that swept over made him wrinkle the man unconsciously. shirt.
"Relax." The hand that stopped on his back patted lightly, "This is not the master's apology to the slave, but my apology to you in a state of equality. The master-slave relationship is a matter of two people, and I will take responsibility as the master. Responsibilities to deal with, and you need feedback and cooperation, such as exchanges like this one, so that I can get to know you better." His hand ran across his back, leaving a warm touch, "In order to ensure that in some cases, If I can sense your tolerance limit in time, I will let you choose a safe word. Whenever you say this word, I will stop all actions that may hurt you."
"Any word is fine?" Xu Ye blinked.
"It's best not to be a common word, or a word that might be used frequently in the course of a behavior, like 'don't,' 'stop,' 'it hurts,' etc. That kind of word makes it impossible for me to tell if you really are There is danger, and there is a possibility that I will be interested in going deeper."
Xu Ye thought about it, looked at him, thought about it again, and finally made up his mind: "Can I use your name as a safety word?"
The man looked directly at him with inky eyes: "You don't know my name."
"Yeah, I don't know." He buried his head again in despair, his voice muffled with awkward emotions, "So if you don't tell me for a day, I will not use safe words for a day."
The man smiled: "Don't regret it then." He patted his butt gently, the pain was awakened, and Xu Ye gasped in a "hiss". "Next time you're punished, I might blow your ass open."
"You won't." Xu Ye raised his eyebrows, his tone was firm. After a while, he seemed to remember something and asked, "I have a question..."
"ask."
"If... I mean if I was ready at that time, would you... go on?" he said in a broken tone, his cheeks flushing again.
"Do you want me to continue?" the man asked with a smile.
He didn't speak, held it for a long time, and finally buried himself in the man's arms and moved his head slightly.
The man couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you afraid?"
"... I don't know." Xu Ye's face was hot. At that time, he was moved by the man's provocation, and found that he did not reject that person's entry, and even had a little expectation in his imagination.
"No." The man gave him the answer.
"Why?" Xu Ye was surprised, he obviously had a reaction at that time, didn't he
"Some things will lose their meaning if they go too fast. It's my pleasure to be in charge of the rhythm of everything." The man said leisurely.
Sure enough, all dom are control freaks. Xu Ye thought.
They talked a lot. As Xu Ye guessed, the man has a wide range of knowledge. He has read almost all the books in the study. To finance and corporate culture, and then to psychology. The man's theoretical cultivation of BDSM is outrageous. When he said that Foucault* used "unlimited imagination of desire" to describe this irrational relationship, Xu Ye smiled with empathy. In the process of being controlled, he could not see himself, but he could imagine the redness and humiliation of his body when he was whipped, which stimulated his desire and gave him pleasure. This is not substantially different from an ordinary man licking his hair at an AV. The man told him the development history of SM, the psychological needs of sadism (sadism) and masochism (masochism), and also talked about the current situation of the entire domestic circle.
Xu Ye will put forward some of his own opinions and ask questions from time to time. Now he understands why a dom has many subs, because the ratio of the number of people between the two is disparate. The reason why the number of subs is much higher than the number of doms is that most of the time, the subs only need to simply obey, while the dom needs to control everything personally. In fact, this is quite a tiring thing. If bdsm is compared to a performance, the dom as the protagonist needs to arrange everything from the script, from the control of the scene time to the processing of the facial expressions of the props. In a sense, everything the dom does is actually serving the sub and making him feel good. Therefore, a good dom must be very calm, and control itself while controlling the sub. And those dom who only use tyrannical means to satisfy their own desires are not welcome.
Xu Ye looked at the man beside him quietly, feeling very fortunate in his heart.
He is undoubtedly the best in the dom. He is strong and gentle, like a king, with the majesty of killing and decisiveness, but with a gentle tenderness.
Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, the hour hand had moved past nine. Xu Ye asked, "Don't I need to go to the cage tonight?" He remembered that the man once said that he would give him orders every Saturday night.
"No need." The man patted his still red buttocks, "After taking a bath, put on the ointment to sleep. I'll put the ointment beside your bed." Xu Ye nodded, and heard the man add, "If you sleep If you don't have a dream or wake up from a nightmare, you can call my cell phone. You have to make breakfast by eight tomorrow morning."
Xu Ye thought that he would not be able to sleep.
He doesn't recognize the bed, but this time is too early for him, and he hasn't gone to bed before ten o'clock since he was in college.
The slave life of this day was new and interesting to him. He entered the state much faster than he imagined. When he lay down, his head was calm, not as full of clutter and tangle as usual. Those desires that cannot be aroused and have nowhere to go, restless emotions, doubts about themselves, and trivial matters at work seem to have disappeared, and the mind and body are all relaxing on the soft bed.
There was only that person's voice in his mind, low and gentle, echoing faintly.
He fell asleep quickly until he was woken up by the alarm clock beside his pillow at seven in the morning.
It rained last night, and it seemed to be quite heavy, but he didn't know anything about it. It seems that I haven't slept so deeply in a long time. Xu Ye got up and stretched his muscles in the yard. There were still raindrops on the leaves, and the air was full of the smell of dampness.
At seven-thirty he went back into the house, took off his clothes, put on his apron and started making breakfast. Uncle Ye had already prepared the ingredients last night, and he specifically told him how to make the omelette well. Despite the theoretical guidance, it is difficult to practice. Either too raw or too burnt. After frying six eggs in a row, Xu Ye finally had a finished product that looked good. Men ask for a simple breakfast of bread, fried eggs, ham or bacon, juice or milk.
Five minutes before eight o'clock after everything was laid out on the table, Xu Ye stood at the entrance of the stairs and wandered. In fact, his curiosity about men has reached the point where he has been calculating, "He will definitely not wear a mask when he sleeps", "If I go in now, maybe I can see his face" and other ideas. But a voice on the other side warned him, "He doesn't allow you to see that you shouldn't violate it", "If you do, you will be punished very badly", so he is always hesitant, pacing like an ant on a hot pot.