Chapter 16 Real training

The warm sunshine of spring shines on the earth, and even the branches of dead trees are not unrecoverable

Another day later, I sent a WeChat message to the old professor at noon to confirm that he was at home in the afternoon, and I finished my part-time job early. It was only 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and I came to the old professor's house alone.

When he saw me, he welcomed me into the house with a smile, served me tea and water, and took the initiative to take the coat I took off and hung it on the clothes hanger in the living room on the first floor. At this time, he still maintained the image of a kind and kind old man.

We chatted for a while, but I thought he could see the desire in my eyes. I couldn't wait to try the skills that Lao Chen said that the old professor could make me want to die in ecstasy.

Old Chen told me on WeChat that the old professor had studied in Japan for many years. After returning to China, he was one of the first players in China to come into contact with SM since the 1990s. Not only his qualifications, he was a master.

In recent years, people have almost quit this circle after getting old, but from time to time, there are still people who come here with women they trained.

The old professor led me upstairs and opened the room that I had not disclosed when I first came.

This is a not too big room, about twenty square meters, with thick curtains tightly closed, and you can only see the whole picture of the space by turning on the lights.

The room is surrounded by a small old-fashioned steel wire bed. The metal bedside frame and hard bed board have a very retro style. What is more conspicuous is the set of hanging ropes hanging from the wooden grille ceiling not far away, which makes people directly imagine the posture and appearance of a woman's body being hung up.

The room is covered with mirrors. I think this must be to amplify the pleasure of shame in order to make people see their shameful appearance.

There is also a huge metal dog cage at your feet. Depending on the specifications, it should be prepared for medium-sized dog breeds like Golden Retrievers or Huskys.

The old professor opened a large suitcase in the room, and it was filled with all kinds of ropes and sexy toys. Many of them were the first time I saw them.

Next to the suitcase was an appliance that I saw for the first time. It was like a narrower version of the horizontal bar. From the side, two steel pipes of different lengths extended from the top to the ground were in a right triangle. The cold metal bracket formed a stable structure. Only a metal rod with a dildo at the tip made people imagine the piston movement.

I am not a pure jade girl anymore. Over the years, I have deeply understood the restlessness and even lowliness in my heart. But when I saw these professional training tools, I still blushed a little.

I was confused, but I understood that this sex room was prepared for me

But these props that I felt were a bit too professional when I saw them for the first time, but I didn't expect that in the following years, they would bring me screams and countless joys mixed with pain.

When I sat back on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, I couldn't help but feel expectant and excited. I secretly glanced at the short white-haired old man beside me. I didn't expect that he was so old but was such a professional SM veteran enthusiast.

After a while, I noticed that the old professor looked at me. After looking at each other, it seemed as if he was asking me if I was ready.

I nodded, and the old professor's eyes suddenly became different, sharp and sharp. He took a black eye mask from somewhere and handed it to me, signaling me to put it on.

After doing it, I couldn't see it in front of me, but I was inexplicably looking forward to the old professor's further actions.

The old professor held my hand and walked slowly from the first floor to the second floor. Although he couldn't see it, I knew that our destination must be the room full of training equipment.

In a short few minutes, even if I could think about everything in the universe, I could not change everything next

After stopping, I could feel the old professor taking off my clothes one by one, his old and rough palms wandering on me on an unknown route, bringing inexplicable stimulation and desire.

I was stripped of all my underwear by the old professor, and even my underwear was taken off. He moved slowly, but instead made people feel hungry.

Then I felt a chill on my neck, as if I was wearing a stainless steel collar. What followed was the same chill on my limbs, and the rings on my hands and feet also had iron chains, further limiting my possible movements.

The old professor's low voice came from his ears, and he ordered me to kneel down.

I obediently knelt on all sides, and my butt was stuck out, my butt

It's not the first time I've used such shameful actions to please men, so there's no hesitation

Shameful and pleasing

Bang!!

The raised right half of the buttocks are not quenched to prevent them from being slapped. They are neither heavy nor painful, but they are very crisp and loud

I bit my lip and moaned without expecting

Another crisp sound, this time heavier than before

I screamed in pain, and then my eye mask was taken off, and with a thud, the heavy curtains were pulled open

Before I could react, I felt the sunlight coming in from the window, and the whole room suddenly became bright and dazzling

My first reaction was to look towards the window. After I found that I could not see the indoor scene from outside the window, I felt relieved, quietly turned my head, faced the light, squinted my eyes and looked at the old professor's back standing in front of the windowsill.

It was obviously a short old man in his early 1.6 meters, but I was kneeling on the carpet, but I looked up at him desperately

The old professor pressed his right hand on my butt and slid down his crotch, stroked his smooth back, and finally stopped at my neck.

A ray of light leaked from the old professor's body and sprinkled on his naked snow-white back. I was suddenly exposed to the spring light.

After a moment, the old professor stretched his waist and turned around and walked towards me. I felt like I had been imposed on a fixed technique. My body was motionless, and even my eyes didn't blink.

The old professor leaned over slightly, and left his palm prints on my butt quickly and loudly. Then his hand pressed on my butt and slid up along the crotch, stroked his smooth back, and finally stopped at my neck.

The old professor grabbed the stainless steel collar in his neck, as if he was about to lift me up. My neck was pulled like this, as if someone was choking my throat.

Then, the clamoring sound attracted my attention and raised my head. The old professor took out a thin iron chain of more than one meter from the bedside table drawer, with a buckle on one end and a leather ring on the other end.

Before I could come back to my senses, I heard a click, the chain buckle was already clasped on the collar in my neck.

The old professor looked at me carefully from top to bottom, from head to toe with a satisfied look, and then pulled the pull-up ring in his hand.

I gently executed the old professor's instructions and crawled in front of this old man in a humiliating posture with all legs, without hesitation and shame at all. After all, I had played this with Lin Pan several times before.

I can climb from room to room, even if I see a dog in the mirror, I can do it myself

Although the old man in front of me had only known each other for a while, he was naked, crawling with his limbs, sticking his butt, and crawling with his collar in the posture of a pet...

Yu Guang swept over the first floor and suddenly thought of the beautiful garden outside the house. Will one day I would be led by an old professor in the open air and walking like a dog?

When I think of this, I feel hot all over my body and my limbs are weak

In a trance, I felt a pair of hands pressing on my head, patting gently, and stroking my hair from time to time

I couldn't help but shake my head, and then swing my butt again.

When I realized it, I was surprised at my humbleness and shamelessness. Isn’t it only real pets who reacted so unconsciously?

But this shame makes me extremely excited. Perhaps it is exactly in line with what the old professor said before. I have always lived under the praise of men and even the entire society until now, letting go of dignity and getting stimulation and satisfaction from a different self.

I could feel the blood in my body burning and boiling. The buds that had not yet bloomed in the dark forest in the lower body seemed to be trying to bloom. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, sucking in a stimulating cold air.

Just as I opened and shrank, I felt a wave of itch and emptiness. I could feel the muscles on the inner thighs twitching, and my kneeling legs were involuntarily tightening, and inadvertently I didn't even notice that it seemed to be rubbing slightly.

I think this is what the old professor is so smart. I was obviously moved, but he could let my excited body go. If it were Lin Pan or someone else, he would have been unable to help but enter my body long ago.

Seeing that he didn't move, I crawled forward and felt it against the old professor's ankle, then tentatively rubbed it back and forth.

It's bad, I seem to have become a bitch in heat, but I don't care. I must please the weak and weak man who is not good in front of me, and ask him to insert everything into my pussy and satisfy my desires.

The old professor chuckled, and he took me a few more steps, sat on the wire bed, rubbed my head, and then patted it twice, was he warning me?

Then, he began to stroke me with both hands, one hand against my cheek and mouth, put his fingers on my neck and pinched and rubbed it, and the other hand pressed on my head, and stroked my neck from the top of my head along the back of my head, and grabbed my hair from time to time, hugging my hair, holding my head hard in my arms and hugging me hard.

I made a whimpering sound unconsciously in my mouth. In a trance, I seemed to hear the old professor making a sound of tsk-tsk, just like teasing a pet dog

In my hope, the old professor touched my clitoris with his dry fingers, and then rubbed it from slow to fast, followed by one and two fingers entering

My request was my most primitive and sincere desire

The old professor didn't say anything, just smiled and shook his head, contemptuously

I heard the old professor clearly, and that was the order to take off his clothes and pants, but I needed to change his clothes like an ancient maid serving the emperor, and I had to be careful.

I knelt on the ground and eagerly helped the old professor take off his shirt. His muscles had been lost, his joints were protruding, and his dry and thin figure was not without the charm of provoking my desire in my eyes, which was already burning with desire.

Then he took off his pants, socks, and underwear for the old professor

Only then did I realize that the old professor was not fully erected, and the hardness was definitely not as good as being able to penetrate the vagina.

It's Ah, after all, he's in his seventies, and this is what a normal old man should have happened. I was about to wrap my lips around my elderly dick, but the old professor stood up, took out a small bottle from a drawer, took out a pill and chewed it.

Does Viagra have chewable tablets now? I was curious, but I didn't ask much

But after all, this medicine still takes time. Do I have to endure my desire?

Soon the old professor made me realize the mistake. He led the dog chain to the edge of the metal utensil that looked like a reduced horizontal bar, and then I let him do it by chance.

In a short time, my limbs were fixed on two metal tubes, high and low. I raised my hands and raised the high bar above the back of my head. I knelt on both knees, and the leather handcuffs on my ankles were fixed on the low bar that crossed the legs. My tall figure was hidden under this group of metal instruments.

I know the story that happened next, because the metal rod with a dildo tied to face my vagina, it was less than ten centimeters away from me, and all the cells in my body seemed to be starting to jump, and a wave of cheering waves surged in my body

As the motor started, an indescribable stimulation rushed straight from the lower body to the central nervous system, and the emptiness seemed to be filled.

I couldn't look back at how the mechanical piston movement hit Huanglong, destroying my last reserve, nor could I realize how I screamed and begged at the top of my lungs.

I instinctively wanted to escape the mechanical attack of this emotionless stick, but I had nowhere to escape because my limbs were fixed.

Only then did I realize that the person who had no feelings was the one who operated the machine at this time.

But I had a shameful orgasm. My lower body was filled with water, and the carpet was covered with despicable water stains, and my body couldn't help but tremble.

What a pleasant sexual experience at this time, it makes people obsessed and crazy

After I took a break and recovered, I almost begged to hope that he could penetrate my body immediately, but saw that the male root of his lower body was still weak, and the old professor was tired, so he slowly sat on my back kneeling.

The old professor was short and thin, but his body was not heavy, but it still made me feel a heavy back

His rough skin and drooping testicles rubbed against the delicate skin on my back, and at this moment, I was even just a dead object and a piece of furniture in the eyes of the old professor.

My heart even began to pray, praying that the old professor would immediately regain his might and send me to the lustful Shura field

Just as I was still thinking about it and trying to suppress my desire, the crisp sound of a whip hitting my flesh and the screams I made when I couldn't defend myself broke this state

A hot pain immediately came from my butt, and I couldn't help but turn my head, and a clear red mark appeared on my fair buttocks

I raised my head and looked at the old professor pitifully, and a grievance whimpered in my mouth.

The old professor held a black whip in his hand, and the dark and slender whip was shiny. The whip shook several times from time to time, which made me feel scared. I don't know when it will fall ruthlessly again.

I imagined that the next whip had already thrust hard on my butt. The scorching pain made my whole body tighten again, and my lower body twitched again without being obedient, and my lower abdomen were twitching.

The gentle love made me immersed in it and couldn't extricate myself. The stern and coldness made me frightened. The interweaving of tenderness and sternity made me feel the strange and even more unstoppable feeling of being completely relaxed and then tightened, and then relaxed and tightened.

I began to look forward to the whip in the old professor's hand falling again. Shouldn't I be afraid of pain?

Is it because the pain can be temporarily relieved?

Or is it like the old professor said that there are already lustful and abuse hidden deep in my heart?

Or both?

I can't tell the difference, either

The magical journey has just begun, isn't it? I'm looking forward to it even more

I knelt on the carpet, the collar in my neck was close to my neck, and the chains that were buckled on the collar were being held in the old professor's hand

I couldn't see the old professor, I could only feel him standing behind me, the tip of the whip swept across my buttocks from time to time, and itchy, but it made my heart tighten for no reason, and an invisible pressure enveloped me.

I looked up, straightened my chest, collapsed my waist, and raised my buttocks... I tried my best to do these movements and kept my posture still, without realizing that a large humanoid dog was reflected in the glass mirror!

The old professor, who is usually talkative, cherishes his words today, but he finally speaks, but he says, "Leave!"

The whip just gently brushed on my back, and I immediately crawled quickly towards the door of the room

The stainless steel collar immediately strangled my neck, and the chain was climbing forward so tightly.

The old professor stood behind me and held the chain, walking forward slowly under my traction.

The whip is gently tapped on the butts on both sides from time to time, and some pain is completely ignored by me who is highly excited.

The whip hits the left butt means I want to turn left, the whip hits the right butt means I want to turn right, the whip hits the back means I want to speed up, if I want to stop, I have to wait for the old professor to send a command or grab the chain

The cute and terrible whip urged me to climb forward from time to time, the chain was always tense, the collar strangled my neck forcing me to tilt my head back, looking from the side, like a dog who was having fun eagerly pulling his owner forward excitedly

I am no longer a piece of furniture, but a bitch, a living creature with spirituality and life!

I don't know what my expression would look like, whether it was anxious and excited, or I was a little dazed as if I was drunk, my eyes were almost unable to focus. The tip of my moving nose was covered with tiny sweat beads. I opened my breathing mouth and half-spouted my tongue hanging down on my mouth. The strangled throat made a whirring excitement sound...