Title: "Hongqiao Terminal 1"
Date: "2018-12-10T10:32:58+08:00"
Description: "Today's story begins at Hongqiao Terminal 1, so let's call it Hongqiao Terminal 1."
Tags: ["BDSM", "Story"]
Slug: HongQiaoAirPort
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Until the night before the story began, the two people had known each other for about a month. Finally, the time had come for her to take the initiative and submit to him as her master.
The first time is always cautious and dramatic. The plane was naturally delayed. I held my kindle, bored, waiting at the airport exit.
After going through security twice, I went outside to smoke a cigarette. I couldn't focus on the novel I had just downloaded. Perhaps it was just to pass the boring time and calm my excited mood. I mechanically flipped through the pages with my fingers.
When I was looking down, lost in thought, a timid figure stood beside me. I heard a soft voice saying, "Master." I smiled, rubbed her head, and extended my hand. She looked excited and unexpectedly held my hand. We didn't say anything on the way, walking in sync, taking a taxi in sync, and entering the hotel in sync.
As soon as she entered the room, she threw herself onto the bed, looking a bit exhausted. I sat on the couch, quietly watching her shyly bury her face in the blanket. The air became quiet for a moment, as if freezing this scene, leaving only the sound of our gentle breathing.
Five minutes? Or ten minutes? She slowly walked over and stood in front of me. I glanced at her and pointed to the floor beside me with my finger. She hesitated, but then knelt down in front of me for the first time, raising her head and carefully looking at me, as if wanting to deeply engrave this image in her mind.
I smiled and asked, "Do you want me to help you, or do it yourself?"
She whispered, "I want a master."
"What do you want from a master?"
"Help me."
I looked at her blushing face and didn't push further. I carefully removed her clothes one by one. She lowered her head, her eyes avoiding mine, kneeling. I admired her body inch by inch. I casually played with her nipples, enjoying her cute blushing face.
I walked behind her. She knelt quietly, looking relieved when she lost sight of me, her body appearing more relaxed. I took out the prepared tape, a vibrating wand, a ruler, a vibrating egg, and a candle, placing them on the bed one by one.
"Crawl over here," I said sternly. She slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, and I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. I tied her hands behind her back, bound her ankles and thighs together, tightly restraining her in an "M" shape, exposing her slutty pussy in front of me. She closed her eyes, full of shyness, and was already getting wet down there. I took out a black silk ribbon and blindfolded her tightly. Looking at this lascivious posture, I chuckled and turned around to pick up the vibrating wand. I turned it on to the highest setting and pressed it against her clitoris, rubbing it slowly. Her breathing became rapid, and her body started to squirm, trying to avoid it. I pressed down on her thigh with one hand, controlling her body's movements, while the other hand used the vibrator to tease her lower region. She couldn't help but start moaning. I silently observed her expression, watched her body's reactions, and adjusted my movements accordingly. A virgin's body is so sensitive, and her slutty pussy continuously secreted more and more juices under my manipulation, flowing into her thighs.