Blyne took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack, and could feel Vey’s gaze behind her.
Vey sat on the sofa in front of the bed, waiting for her to change her clothes, holding a ruler in his hand and turning it around, occasionally lowering his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Blyne has never tried the ruler, but knows that this thing looks inconspicuous, but in fact it hurts. It is said that the smaller the contact surface the more intense the pain, although I do not know how much Vey will hurt when he hits her with all his strength …… Blyne does not dare to continue to think about it.
Vey today wore a denim shirt and pants, again in her opinion belongs to the “not much aura” of the female appearance, but some things are probably engraved in the bones of the people, she just so calmly and leisurely sitting, not a word, but also can look at the Xu period such as awn in the back.
She was still a little coy, while undressing, she racked her brain to find a topic to try to ease the atmosphere, thinking that it would be safer to start with the dynamics sent from the other party, so she pretended to be relaxed and asked, “Did you have a good time in the past two days?”
“These two days?” Vey slowly raised his eyes, eyebrows raised, “Oh, you said skydiving ah. That was a previous video.”
So it was. Blyne’s heart was clear, no wonder she made the appointment so early, it turned out that the person was simply in the city.
“Right,” Vey mentioned casually as if he suddenly remembered, “Do you know that looking at people’s homepages in the app will leave a record of visits? There’s a record of when you’ve seen it and how many times you’ve seen it.”
Blyne: “……”
Help.
Vey smiled pleasantly, “Good, now you know.”
“You did it on purpose!”
Blyne thought to herself, she had long known that she was hesitating, and had anticipated that she would contact her sooner or later……. Whether she was willing to admit it or not, Vey had seen through her early on.
“No, it’s a coincidence la.” Vey laughed. She didn’t have the intention of explaining at all, Blyne felt like she was being counted on but had no evidence …… Now she believed that Vey had a little too much bad taste.
“And what’s wrong with being willful, I also want to see you ah. But if I take the initiative and you half-heartedly agree, we won’t be happy together.” Vey pointed towards the bed with the ruler, “Kneel on the bed, face towards me.”
Blyne listened to Vey’s request, this time wearing only a thin shirt dress in her jacket, she took off the extra clothes and went to her, but did not kneel down immediately. She was a little indignant now, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to raise a condition.
“Next time, can it not be in a hotel?”
Vey: “Why?”
“There’s no sense of security.”
This time it was Vey who arrived early, still the same room as last time, Blyne didn’t have time to scan the camera, always a little worried.
Vey’s eyebrows twitched, wanting to explain something but wanting to stop, first expressing doubt: “Not feeling safe in a hotel, but feeling safe when you go to a stranger’s home?”
Blyne choked, her intention was to be able to go to her own home,…… Vey so said, she realized that her own home for Vey also belongs to the “stranger’s home”.
“But,” Blyne looked at her face, “but, we are no longer strangers.”
Vey was stunned, her expression suddenly becoming subtle, she stared at Blyne for a while, a look that could literally stare a person through, and when she saw that Blyne was beginning to feel like she wanted to open her mouth again to ease the atmosphere, she smiled.
“Tell you what,” she tapped her palm with the ruler, “you behave yourself today, and as a reward, next time I’ll take you to my house. Okay?”
Blyne opened his mouth in bewilderment – what kind of reward was this?
But she had to admit, when Vey looked at her with such seemingly solicitous eyes, she actually did vaguely feel some anticipation. She realized that she was actually very curious about Vey, because Vey was implying that he was interested in her while acting indifferent to her, but she managed to be attracted to this oddly tortured sense of contradiction.
Blyne pursed her lips, “…… Well.”
“Hmm?” Vey replied to her with a nasal sound.
Almost forgetting her rules, Blyne immediately changed her tone, “Good.”
“Alright, then it’s a deal.” Vey pointed downward with the ruler in his hand, “Come.”
Blyne slipped on her slippers, got on the bed, and knelt facing her. This time Vey allowed her to sit on her knees, Vey stood in front of her, she still needed to tilt her head to see Vey’s eyes, but it was hard to ignore the ruler she held in her hand. Blyne couldn’t help but move her fingers that were resting on her thighs, Vey noticed and made her raise her head in a tone that carried a command.
“What is the meaning behind that look?” Vey lowered his eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he regarded her. “Are you intending to test the waters again this time?”
Blyne was cautious and eager to try, “Can I?”
Vey: “In principle, no.”
“…… Okay.”
“Hands up, palms facing up. Raise it up and flatten it out.”
Blyne did as she was told, sending the palms of her own hands to the most convenient position for hitting under her hands, she thought Vey was going to hit her palms in this position, but the other party just used the ruler to gently tap on it.
“Next time you want to try, raise your hands to me like this.” Vey asked, “Have you learned?”
Blyne’s throat swallowed, “Learned.”
“Good, no moving, hold it up.”
After instructing, she turned to leave and folded back, holding a black blindfold in her hand.
She didn’t take the rope, and Blyne didn’t know if she should count this mentality as a dashed expectation or a sigh of relief, but at the moment she felt a little more relaxed; she was still a little afraid of the bondage item, and didn’t quite want to completely lose her ability to resist, leaving her personal safety completely in the hands of the safety word and Vey’s self-control.
Vey put a blindfold on her, and she waited anxiously, doubting again that Vey would continue to tie her up, but after waiting for half a day, she didn’t wait for the rope, instead Vey tapped her shoulder warningly, telling her to kneel down and not to fall forward.
“Scared?” Vey asked.
“I am well.” There was actually a bit of fear, people have a natural fear of the unknown, but she guessed that Vey wouldn’t go too far, so she could accept it. But after a long time of not hearing a response, Blyne was apprehensive in his heart, speculating on her mind, and changed his words to confess: “A little bit.”
A stinging pain came from her palm unexpectedly, and Blyne gasped in shock, curling up her fingers. She didn’t know how much force Vey had used for this, only feeling the pain quickly spreading from the small patch of skin that had been struck, leaving behind a long-lasting heat and numbness.
那声音在头顶响起，听不出任何情绪，“现在你试过了，感觉怎么样？”
Blyne bit her lip and answered in a small voice, “It hurts.”
There was something against the skin at her neck that she couldn’t see, and her back tensed.
“Pain is right.” Vey’s voice was cold and icy, “I require your earnest and forthright responses to each query. I am capable of discerning any disingenuousness, which would prove detrimental to our mutual satisfaction. Is that understood?”
Blyne’s eyes couldn’t see, and he could only rely on his imagination to restore her expression, his breathing involuntarily heavier.
“Understood.”
“You lied just now, so I’m going to punish you. Ten strokes, you need to report the number, other than that no sound is allowed.”
“I won’t necessarily hit you in the palm of the hand, but you’re not allowed to move and stay in your current position.”
“…… Understood.”
The first blow, still in the palm of the hand, where the blow had just been delivered. The force wasn’t as heavy as the first, but the pain piled on, and it felt even worse, and Blyne did her best to suppress the urge to curl her fingers, chiming in, “One.”
She flattened her palm and quietly scrunched up a little to try and ward off the pain, but the second blow landed on her back. It wasn’t actually heavy, Vey’s hand was measured, the thin fabric didn’t act as a cushion at all, and Blyne stifled a grunt, reflexively arching her body, her shoulder blades slightly bulging.
“Two ……wum……”
Before the words left her mouth, the third blow landed as well, hitting the other side of the symmetry, Blyne biting her lower lip and swallowing her gasp, “……Three.”
The edge of the ruler against her arm slowly cut through, Blyne breathing sharply, the range of vision only a darkness, the unknown and the sense of loss of control brought a shudder.
With a crunching sound, the fourth blow struck the palm of her other hand. Vey hit her palm harder than when he hit her back, Blyne’s throat overflowed with a grunt, her arm trembled: “Four.”
Vey held the ruler in his hand, his face expressionless as he surveyed Blyne in front of him.
She was kneeling in front of herself, in a completely defenseless, vulnerable position, meeting the pain she was giving, clearly shaking with fear, clearly not restricted in her movements by the ropes or hiding, when she stood in front of herself, she couldn’t see, but felt the body heat in front of her, and would unconsciously tilt in her direction.
She was trying hard to trust, to rely on herself, out of instinct and because of her own teachings and guidance.
Very well behaved.
Vey was slow to move, Blyne’s arms had been raised to the point where they were beginning to go numb and sore, and she couldn’t help but want to move them, the fifth time, hitting her side waist.
This place is more sensitive than the shoulders and palms, there is no need for Vey to exert himself at all, gently pumping it she already gasped out. The tingling sensation was more than the pain, and Blyne had an obvious trill, “Five ……”
The sixth hit in a slightly more backward position than just now, between the buttocks and the back waist, this part of her was very sensitive, Blyne couldn’t help but keep her legs together, her lips biting tightly, “Six ……”
“Kneel well.” The ruler rattled her knees, Vey sat down on his side, his tone without ripples, “Move once more and start over.”
Blyne involuntarily cowered. Vey’s tone made her fearful – Vey could be gentle as water when he wanted to be gentle, and unforgiving when he wanted to be harsh.
The air around her seemed to be heating up, and Blyne was enveloped by the heat left behind by the ruler; she felt like she was already seething with fine sweat, muffled by the blindfold and smothered in her eyes.
The seventh stroke came as promised, hitting her buttocks where her heels were padded. Hsu grunted out violently, heat dense under the blindfold covering her eyes, “Seven ……”
She scrunched her thighs tightly under the cover of her skirt, trying to alleviate some unspeakable physical reaction.
Around the second time Vey hit the side of her waist, she was already wet.
A tingling sensation flowed from her veins through her nerves that were abnormally sensitive from being deprived of sight. Her raised arm became more and more sore and weak, and she had to be distracted from fulfilling the order of “Don’t move”, she was breathing heavily and wriggled uneasily. Vey of course will not fail to discover her small movements, so the eighth drop on her thighs, not forceful, but just enough to rattle her sensitive senses.
“Ah ……!” Blyne completely threw “no voices allowed” behind her, numbers and gasps entwined together, “Eight ……”
“Okay, let’s start over.”
……
Blyne couldn’t count how many times she had been hit, the last few mostly on her buttocks and palms, for the first time she found it so difficult to count from one to ten, and by the time she reached ten, the black blindfold was already wet with her tears. Vey said, “Good job, it’s over”, the blindfold was gently tugged, and without resistance, she jumped into Vey’s arms.
After removing the blindfold, the not-so-bright light still stung her eyes, Vey even noticed her squinting, and went to turn off the headlamp, leaving only a small halo of warm light from the bedside lamp. Blyne lay on the bed, squeezing out the last bit of tears by the dim light.
This is the demarcation between the game and reality, Vey once said that after it was over she would still be Blyne, but Blyne unprecedentedly hoped that she would no longer be Blyne, or rather, hoped that it would not end.
Vey returned after a while, gently lifting her up and letting her lean into his arms, handing the glass to her lips.
The water had honey added to it, and it was warm and sweet in the mouth.
Blyne finally understood why some people would take this kind of thing as a relaxation or pastime, the exhaustion after finishing and the exhaustion of facing the reality of life were very different feelings, this might have a lot to do with Vey’s good skills as a dom as well. I don’t think all dom’s would hold the sub and feed her water after they finished, right? Blyne’s eyes were half-closed, her heartbeat hadn’t calmed down yet, and her movements were sharp when she initially swallowed. Vey felt it, wrapping his palms around the back of her neck, gently massaging it with a very professional technique, from her shoulders to her side waist, and then trying to go down again, there was a moment of hesitation.
“Is it okay?” Vey tilted his head sideways, the tip of his nose resting between her hair, “If we don’t massage it away, it will be difficult tomorrow.”
Blyne drank half a cup of water and gasped for air, but the lust that had just not been satisfied nearly bubbled up again, she was rubbed to the point of redness, shaking her head and pushing Vey’s hand away, “No, no need. I’ll do it myself.”
Vey sighed softly and didn’t insist anymore, “Then you remember to do it yourself. And palms, I have ointment, I’ll give it to you later.”
Blyne nodded. Her heartbeat had calmed down quite a bit, remembering the last time she was teased, she couldn’t help but wonder if Vey was bluffing, “You even said you weren’t scaring me last time, but you didn’t tie me up this time either.”
Vey laughed lightly, “You’re in a hurry?”
Blyne jumped into the hole he dug for himself and was momentarily speechless.
“I’ve brought things with me, so if you’re not enjoying yourself, we can continue.
She made a gesture to get up, Blyne hastily pulled on the corner of her coat, shy and embarrassed, begging in a small voice, “Don’t …… I was wrong.”
Vey smiled with satisfaction and sat down again, her arm propped up behind her, her other hand holding a cup of water to her lips. She commanded with a smile, “Finish drinking.”
“I’ll do it myself.”
She took the glass of water and finished half of the warm water, pursed her lips, looked up and asked, “So next time, can we change the place?”
Given the context, and considering the preceding narrative, her query, which is essentially “How did I do?”, possesses an inherent innocence and subtle allure.
Vey stroked her hair and promised, “I’ll pick you up next time.”
“Okay.” Blyne mimicked her, also stroking her hair, “You’ve worked hard.”
Vey was stunned.
They exchanged a silent gaze. After a moment, she raised her hand, bewildered, and touched the crown of her head where Blyne had made contact.