Xu Ye didn't like crowded occasions, let alone accepting punishment under the gaze of so many people as a slave.
He knelt stiffly, only feeling that the heat of the spotlight would melt him, the heart in his chest was about to jump out, and he was so nervous that he seemed to be out of breath.
"Master..." This call was more like a helpless plea. He looked at Chu Yu who was standing in front of him, a layer of water mist forced out by anxiety and fear in his black eyes.
"Afraid?" Long fingers stroked the ends of his hair, comforting him.
Xu Ye's eyes swept across the crowd under the stage, biting his lip and nodded.
"Look at me." Chu Yu raised his chin, "Don't look away from now on, you can only have me in your eyes."
Four eyes facing each other.
His face is the warm touch of his fingers, his breath is the light and refreshing aroma of his body, and his eyes are his gentle and familiar face. Xu Ye, who had gotten rid of the influence of his surroundings, finally calmed down.
"There is a certain danger in using a soft whip. I will try my best to control everything to make sure that you are not hurt by any unforeseen circumstances." Shen He's voice made these words extremely solemn, as if every word was an oath. The man paused, "I used a soft whip on you, you should know that I have the ability to do it."
"Yes, Master." Xu Ye's eyelashes trembled, and his deer-like pupils no longer had the panic just now. He knows that Chu Yu's technology can completely control everything, and the biggest danger in this process comes from himself. If he suddenly avoids or moves because of a momentary fear, the other party has no way to completely control the direction of the whip, and unforeseen injuries will occur. The only thing he can do is control himself.
The golden whip handle slid across Xu Ye's chest from bottom to top, raising his jaw, forcing him to straighten his chest. "Stay in this position and don't move until I allow it."
The black military uniform has a stern and fierce feeling. Wearing it as a dom, Chu Yu has an awe-inspiring aura. The golden soft whip in his hand is like a snake in the Garden of Eden that evokes desire. Full of delusional meaning.
Xu Ye knelt quietly on the spot, his eyes stayed on the man who was in charge of him, and he didn't move. At this moment, everything around him has become a blurred background, and he is withdrawn from his world, leaving only the people in his eyes, which remain in his heart.
After a while, when the count raised his hand and threw the whip out, everyone's heart was tight.
Players who are proficient in this way know very well that the slave state he is using now is not very stable. And the deterrent whip just now is likely to cause too much psychological pressure on him, which is very dangerous.
However, to their surprise, all the dangerous expectations did not appear. Xu Ye was severely whipped, and only grunted, and then counted in a trembling voice: "One. Master, I was wrong."
"When whipping frontally, you must avoid the vital parts. Dom needs to use his own control to grasp the strength, speed and precision at the same time." The man explained calmly, and raised his hand again neatly.
"... Two. Master, I was wrong." Xu Ye held back his groan and forced himself to straighten his back. He has been staring intently at the man who punished him. It seems that when looking at that person, everything around him becomes a dispensable background. Trust is such an inexplicable thing. Just now Chu Yu gave him asylum as the master. At this moment, he is also willing to completely hand over his body to the other party.
The sixth whip fell, and Xu Ye heard a new order after panting and reporting the number to admit his mistake.
"Take off your shirt."
He pursed his lips, unbuttoned one by one from the neckline, and then took off the white shirt that wrapped him. The fair skin is naked in the air, and the welts from the left and right pectoral muscles obliquely form three neat crosses. The marks in the same direction are parallel to each other. The color of each red mark is almost the same, and there is no broken skin. see blood.
The lines are clean, the color is bright, the arrangement is even, and Mr. Count's harsh symmetrical aesthetics make Xu Ye look like a work infused with violence and art, exuding a heart-warming beauty. The spotlight formed a shimmering halo on the naked skin, and Xu Ye, who was trembling slightly from embarrassment, bit his lip and looked at his master with attachment.
Such a fragile and patient expression instantly ignited the conquest of all the dom present. Now they finally understood the reason for the picky earl to accept him. Xu Ye is like a piece of rough jade, with a restrained and simple color. Such a seemingly mediocre texture can only show its brilliance if it is patiently sculpted.
"This kid actually had a puncture." The lion on the sidelines looked at Xu Ye's nipple ring on his left chest and opened his mouth.
"The Earl ordered a set from me last time, and only used one." Jerry, who was sitting with him in the premium member area, curled his lips, "What a waste."
"It's not because you didn't do it delicately enough, people don't want to use it." The lion deliberately teased.
"Fuck off." Jerry raised his eyebrows, "The Earl must have softened his heart. Last time, too, he stopped when Xu Ye's tears were forced out."
Pharaoh looked at the stage and shook the wine in the glass: "Have you noticed, his eyes are different from before."
Tom smiled and said, "Those whom the Earl trains will fall in love with him in the end. It's not surprising that Xu Ye falls into it."
Pharaoh smiled lightly: "I'm talking about the count."
The other three were startled. At this moment, the people on the stage spoke again.
"There are two types of whipping. The purpose of punitive whipping is to teach the sub a lesson, while the purpose of sexual whipping is to give the sub pleasure. Appropriate external force and pain will cause certain sensitive parts of the human body to trigger special reactions, such as "..." The words stopped here, and the whip in Chu Yu's hand was like a living snake, rushing towards Xu Ye quickly. And the golden snake letter it spat out accurately swept across the small raised spot on his left chest.
"Ah—" After a moment of pain, the numbness rose out of thin air, spreading from the tip of the left nipple that was forced to stand up to the rest of the body. Despite trying his best to control, Xu Ye's counting voice was still a little trembling: "Seven. Master, I was wrong."
Soon, the whip across his eyes made his other nipple stand up, showing a more beautiful color. A faint blush appeared on the whole body, and Xu Ye's repressed breathing echoed throughout the venue, adding a bit of ambiguous eroticism. A pair of black and white eyes were already wet at the moment, looking at his master as if asking for help. "Eight... Master, I was wrong... "
Time becomes the leavening agent, making everything fly away in an uncontrollable direction. The fiery pain in his chest seemed to have calmed down, and all the sensations in his body were occupied by the gradually awakening lust. The changes exposed to the public aggravated the sense of shame, and Xu Ye couldn't help lowering his head.
"Look at me." The man's voice was like a planted Gu, controlling every part of his body. The eyelashes fluttered, and the lines of sight were intertwined, like invisible silk threads, twisted into inexplicable knots.
Suddenly, the whip swept across the inner thigh, deliberately rubbing against the sensitive organs between the legs at a tricky angle. Xu Ye finally couldn't help gasping out in shock, and said intermittently, "Nine... Master, uu... I was wrong..." Excited with just the right amount of pain, the emotions fluctuated in the body like waves. This whip was like a reckless provocation in front of many people, completely awakening Xu Ye's suppressed desire. When the last whip fell, he was almost on the verge of kneeling, his whole body tensed, shaking and panting. The high-spirited legs that gradually stood up were wrapped in slightly tight military trousers, and there was nothing to hide in the eyes of the public. He looked at his master in embarrassment and shyness, and called out the last number with a dry cry: "Ten... Master, I was wrong..."
Chu Yu put down the whip in his hand, approached slowly, took off his long military uniform coat and wrapped him, raised his hand to rub his side face, and said, "Well done, I forgive you."
Xu Ye panted lightly and closed his eyes, rubbed his cheek lightly against the owner's palm, as if the frightened herbivores had finally found a safe and warm place to stay, and relaxed in peace.
The lion whistled, and some people in the arena clapped. Chu Yu smiled lightly and said, "This is the end of the show. I hope everyone has a good time tonight."
The doms present understood that if the first six whips showed the Earl's excellent skills as a dom, then the last four whips showed Chu Yu's complete control over the slave's body as the master. Understanding, trusting, and cooperating, the cultivation of this degree of fit requires a lot of patience and effort, especially for new slaves whose mental state is not stable.
After Xu Ye calmed down a little, Chu Yu put the leash around his collar again, led him off the stage, and stopped in front of An Xia. "Mr. An, are you satisfied with the punishment I gave him?"
An Xia was stared at by his bright eyes, feeling a little flustered in her heart, and forced a smile: "I was just a little angry just now, I just said it casually..."
"You know very well that I am a very serious person. I punished him for claiming to have been offended without cause. I will find out the details of the matter from others, if the truth is not what you say..." The count's eyes were cold. Like a sharp glacier, he slowed down his speech and said word by word, "I promise, you will hurt many times more than he does today."
An Xia's body trembled, she couldn't help but take a half step back and called out with a pale face, "Sir, I..."
Chu Yu didn't give him a chance to explain, he walked past him, took Xu Ye and the lions to say goodbye briefly, and left the venue.
In the back seat of the black car, Xu Ye wrapped himself in a long black coat, and from time to time he turned his face to steal a glance at the man beside him, hesitant to say anything.
"What do you want to say?" Chu Yu caught his gaze and asked.
Xu Ye pursed his lips, looked at him with bright black eyes, and said seriously, "Master, I didn't lie."
The man chuckled softly: "I know."
"...Then you punish me!" He widened his eyes, his face full of grievances.
"Inattentive hit my back, speak without permission, can't control your emotions, and ask your master to apologize to others twice." Chu Yu looked at him with a half-smile, and asked, "You Do you think you should be punished?"
Xu Ye froze, and whispered a word from his throat: "Shit..."
"Why didn't you hold back?" the man asked suddenly.
Xu Ye didn't know how to answer for a while, and his eyes were a little lonely. After a while, he said softly: "The words he said made me feel uncomfortable. Now that I think about it, I'm easily irritated because I'm not confident enough. I'm fine, but I... But I'm not sure if your feeling about me is... the same as how I feel about you." He hesitantly finished, laughing at himself in frustration, "It's like a tongue twister, even I don't know it myself. What I'm talking about, you must not understand even more..."
"How do you feel about me?"
He hesitated, looking at the person asking the question. The lights passing by the car window flickered, and there was a kind of tenderness and concentration in Chu Yu's eyebrows, as if the moon was shining on a secluded lake, and the night wind was bright.
In this kind of gaze, Xu Ye's head was blank as if possessed by a demon, his lips moved and said the words "I am to you..." and then went silent. Then, he suddenly leaned his body and put his head in, and kissed the other person's lips directly.
Like a moth to the flames of courage, so enthusiastic that it is almost presumptuous.