Possessive relationship

I looked at it and felt a sense of powerlessness.

Not only did I lose strength in my hands and feet, I couldn't even describe it in words.I don't know how to beg Chen Zhiyao to let me go. If this continues, I have no hope of escaping, let alone going back for revenge.

Thinking of this, tears could not stop flowing down my cheeks, and the pillow was wet.I know it's very shameless for a man to cry, but I don't even have dignity, so where's the face?

So I indulged myself to cry regardless, and I didn't even want to raise my hand to wipe my tears.

Chen Zhiyao took a shower and found that I was still lying there. He wiped the tears from my face with the sleeve of his bathrobe and asked me, "What's wrong, it hurts so much?"

I sniffled, sat up straight, knelt on the bed and grabbed his sleeve and begged him: "Master, please take that thing off for me. I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again. Please." , I feel so uncomfortable, really uncomfortable. I promise not, can you let me go, let me go..."

I don't even know what I'm begging for, begging him to take off that chastity ring for me, or hoping that he can let me go from now on.Even if you can't go home, even if you go homeless, whatever, as long as you don't keep me here as his sex slave, even if I will be beaten to death by him.

I knew it was impossible, so I cried even harder, clutching his sleeve tightly and refusing to let him go, afraid that he would let go and fix me as soon as I let him go.

My begging was interrupted by crying, often interrupted by my own sobs, and then I repeated those few words incoherently: "Please, let me go. I really can't take it anymore, you Let me go, don't do this, I know I was wrong, you let me go."

I was obsessed with the words "I know I'm wrong" and "Let me go", and I couldn't hear any new words. Chen Zhiyao was tired of hearing it. He wanted to push me away, but I grabbed It was very tight, and his body had no strength, almost his whole body was pressed against his arms.

He reluctantly held me in front of his chest with the other hand, sharing some of my weight.I hugged his neck and hung myself on him, almost unable to speak, the crying gradually weakened, only twitching from time to time, still begging in pleading: "You let go Let me go, let me go, let me go. Please, don't go on, let me go."

Chen Zhiyao sighed, put his chin lightly on the top of my head, and wrapped his arms around me: "You should never think about leaving me. If you leave, you will have no home."

I just vaguely remember him saying something like this, and then I was so tired from crying that I just fell asleep in his arms.When I woke up, I was still in his arms, with my head resting on his shoulder, as if I was in a position of being very dependent on him.

My hand was free, so I tentatively touched the bottom, and sure enough, the thing was still there.How could Chen Zhiyao soften his heart because of my pleading and crying?

He woke up as soon as I moved, and as soon as his arm was loosened, I got out of his arms, keeping a certain distance from him as much as possible.I'm not used to this kind of intimacy, even though we've done much hotter things than this.

The moment he opened his eyes, I felt that the room was several degrees colder. This person has had an aura since he woke up. I don't know how he cultivated it.

He stretched out his hand to pull me back, and touched my face casually, with a relaxed tone: "Stop crying? Have you cried enough?"

My physical strength and spirit have recovered a little after a night of sleep. I felt extremely embarrassed when he asked me this way, and murmured in a low voice: "Well, it's much better."

"You cried last night as if I was going to castrate you." My heart thumped, only to hear him say again: "Don't be afraid, when the time is up, I will take that thing off for you. I won't I hope you are really abolished, you have to be obedient, understand?"

I don't know what time is up, it's been three months, how long do I have to wait?But I understand the meaning behind it, it's nothing more than making me more active and humble.

I showed my obedience with actions.Chen Zhiyao got up and sat on the bed, I knelt on the ground, rubbed my face against his pajama pants, and licked his crotch with my tongue through the clothes.

The man had a natural reaction in the morning, and with my teasing, he quickly became interested and pressed my head hard against his crotch.I leaned over without him forcing me, used my teeth to part his pajama pants, and opened my mouth to enclose his huge dick.

I try my best to please him, don't think about anything else, and use all the skills I know.I suck him as deep as I can, licking his sensitive spots with my tongue, being careful not to scratch him with my teeth as he goes in and out.When I felt that he was about to come out, I took the initiative to speed up without his urging, until the warm and salty rice green liquid shot into my mouth, I closed my eyes and forced myself to swallow it.

Then I cleaned it carefully with my tongue, and he pressed my head reluctantly and let me suck it for a while before taking it away.

I helped him put on his pajama pants, knelt on the ground and looked at him with winking eyes: "Is this obedient enough, Master?"

Chen Zhiyao laughed, but there was no emotion in that laughter. He rubbed my hair with his hands: "You have performed well, and you have made progress."

I lowered my head pretending to be embarrassed and said, "Thank you, master."

Yes, thank you for making me more despicable, more shameless but stronger to live.

The only gratifying thing is that Chen Zhiyao's attitude towards me was a little bit better after I continued to please, take the initiative to show favor and even courteously.He still manages me very strictly, but if I beg him, he is still willing to satisfy me with some small and not so excessive demands.

For example, if I have been tossed by him for a long time and can't get up the next day, he will no longer wake me up to serve, but ask the housekeeper to wake me up while eating.For another example, when I can't eat dinner, he will be black-faced, but it doesn't really matter. Once I quietly put down my chopsticks and wanted to sneak away, he just pinched my shoulder, frowned and said, "Is it true that I raised my eyebrows?" A bird? No wonder you are so thin because you eat so little."

Then he started pushing me to run.He is a sports fanatic. No matter how busy he is every day, he always finds time to exercise. He usually chooses boxing or kendo. Of course, I can't accompany him. I can only run on the treadmill for an hour under his supervision.

At first I couldn't hold on for even half an hour, he smiled and stroked my hair, and said, "It's okay, I'll add another one at night in 10 minutes." I was so intimidated, so I could only bite the bullet and persist desperately.

However, I persevered and found that there was no other reward except that my physical strength improved and I would not faint again no matter how hard I struggled.

Maybe this is the original intention of him forcing me to exercise. Who wants to pass out when people are always halfway down.Without seeing my reaction, without hearing my helpless plea, his fun must have been greatly halved.