Possessive relationship

Qingqing opened her eyes wide in horror, and looked at me in disbelief.I met his gaze and didn't intend to hide it from him, "I used to be a person's private property. Although I didn't want to, the result is the same. Without that person, I still can't ejaculate normally. , do you really want to become like me?"

Qingqing's eyes were a little confused, I put him aside and lay down on the bed, and said to myself: "Bai Xiaonan always thought that I just couldn't accept men, so I sent you here. He probably wouldn't have thought of it even if he was killed. I'm worse than you." Be mean, I can't ejaculate without a man, hmph, I'm afraid I will never be able to ejaculate without calling his name. Qingqing, your master is not a complete man."

There was no sound, I covered my face with a pillow tiredly, and I felt a deep sense of powerlessness after every failed attempt.Now, I'm afraid even Qingqing is a bit disdainful, right?He keeps calling me master, and keeps saying that he is afraid that I don't like him, but it's just that I can't have sex with him.

"Master," Qingqing's voice sounded weakly, but there was firmness in the voice that I didn't expect, "Master, can you allow Qingqing to hug you?"

I sat up, looked at him who was still kneeling on the ground, and asked, "What did you say?"

Although Qingqing was a little uneasy, she still looked at me firmly and asked again: "Master, please allow Qingqing to hug you."

I sneered, pulled my hair and said, "Don't you sympathize with me?"

Before my words fell, Qingqing walked to my bedside, stretched out her arms to hug my waist with great trust and determination, put her face on my knees, and said softly: "Qingqing touches Master's body privately, Qingqing is willing to be punished by the master. Now, master, please allow Qingqing to hug you."

I was stunned for a moment, and let Qingqing lie on my knees and hug me humblely and warmly.I was stunned for a long time before I finally stretched out my hand and pulled Qingqing onto me, letting him hug me with his not-so-strong arms, and I also embraced him in my arms.

Qingqing hugged me so hard that he and I could barely breathe. He buried his head on my shoulder, preventing me from seeing his expression.His breathing fluctuated violently, and I could feel his excitement. I kept stroking his back, trying to comfort him.What can be comforted?I have no idea.

I don't know if it's me comforting him or he is comforting me.

I just finally realized that Chen Zhiyao not only controlled my body, but also subtly controlled my mind.But I can't do this, I'd rather never have normal sex, I'd rather never be free, and I can't let myself become another Chen Zhiyao.That is the ultimate possession.

I hugged Qingqing, and his whole body stuck to me, as if it had been a century, I patted his shoulder, "I can't breathe anymore."

Only then did Qingqing get down from me, and knelt down in front of me, her eyes were red, but her expression was tenacious, and she called me "Master."

I scratched his nose with a wry smile and asked him, "Okay, why are you feeling so uncomfortable, and I have no intention of punishing you."

"Qingqing is useless, I can't help Master resolve it." He said sincerely, then looked at me longingly, and asked, "Master, can you leave some marks on Qingqing's body?"

"I leave such a mark on you, are you willing?" My eyes were sharp. "Qingqing is willing." Qingqing looked at me sincerely, "Slaves are useless, and I dare not ask the master to stay by my side forever, but if one day you don't want to, Qingqing wants to keep in mind. Regardless of whether Qingqing ends up in exile Wherever you go, there is always something that you can remember clearly, and it was once owned by you."

"A slave with a mark on his body will generally not be liked by other masters, aren't you afraid?" I stared carefully into his eyes.

Qingqing's eyes sparkled, but he didn't flinch, "The slave doesn't care how others treat him. The slave is just afraid that when he can't wake up in the future, he won't even find a trace of you."

"Qingqing, you're so stupid." I sighed, pulled him over and hugged him fiercely, and couldn't help sighing, "You're so stupid."

Qingqing grabbed my sleeve and whispered: "Master, when you don't need Qingqing, please tell me yourself, okay?"

"Okay." I agreed to him cruelly and asked him to fetch the punch machine and alcohol.Qingqing quickly took the things, I washed my hands, wiped the hands and the silver needle with alcohol, and also sterilized Qingqing's earlobe, carefully and quickly put the silver needle on his ear.

Because it was a punching machine, it didn't hurt very much at the time, just be careful not to get inflamed.Qingqing knelt on the bed and saluted me solemnly. I put the tools aside and called Qingqing to go to the bathroom to clean her body.

Because I was afraid that his wound would be infected, I didn't let him take a bath with me, but just let him wipe his body with hot water, and took a simple shower by myself.When the hot water hit my body, I touched my neck and suddenly felt that something was missing from my neck.

I never took the hanging chain that Chen Zhiyao gave me.I received that hanging chain in a very hidden place. I hoped to throw it away when all this was ashes in my heart and I no longer remembered it, but until now I have no courage to face it.

I shook the drops of water from my hair, not sure if what I did tonight was right or wrong.I didn't have the courage to promise Qingqing that he would never abandon him, because I was afraid that hope would bring him despair, and because I always believed that the so-called master-slave relationship was just a kind of oppression and a kind of grievance. But like me, I'm choosing the option that hurts the least.The difference is that I always wanted to escape, but Qingqing had no way out, so he thought that I was the best ending for him.

If he had other choices, maybe he would despise this slave who is so attached to me today.

Just as he despises the lustful self who can't control his lust, when he wakes up, he will also hate me who bound him with warmth.

If there is that day, will it be a good thing for Qingqing?

I don't know which is more pathetic, the willing sinking, or the inescapable sobriety.