Chapter 2 Beautiful! Tortoise shell binding!

I always believe that everyone has a rope in their heart. If they cross the boundary of this rope, then when they want to cross back, you will find it difficult to reach the sky.

When I opened my eyes, it was already the third day of high school

I'm not a person who pays special attention to appearance, so in order to avoid trouble, I have a mustache under my chin and my upper lip beard is often shaved. In addition, I'm good at height and my face is easy to pass. Sometimes, at first glance, it really looks like a decadent man in Japanese idol dramas

But today is the day to meet Sister Wenzi, so I spent some time in front of the mirror and then drove to my office in Akasaka Building

It is said that it is my firm, but it is actually just a part of the industry run by Matsuma Fumiko

Her project is on the 22nd floor of Akasaka Building, and I own an office and studio there, which is called my artists' office. Masako usually lives there

Why didn't I go directly to Sister Wenzi's house but to come to the office first? It's because since I was forced to take over the business of Sister Wenzi, I can't see her empty-handedly, otherwise it would become a naked supporter. Of course, I have to go back to some of my usual tools, and by the way, I can see what the little girl Masako will react when she sees me today.

I vaguely hoped that she could complain about this, or even get angry, because at least it proved that she still cared about our relationship, instead of treating me as a simple meal ticket to play with her.

Getting closer to the building, press the 22F elevator button, and quickly steadily rise to the 22nd floor

I pushed the door and approached the office. At this time, Masako was supporting her head with her slender forearm at the computer desk, and her other hand was playing with a black fountain pen mechanically, as if she was thinking about something.

Masako, are you okay today?

I smiled badly in my heart, but my mouth was the same as usual

Masako saw me suddenly coming at noon, as if it was beyond her expectations. One arm was so hungry that it almost slid down from her palm. Oh, nothing happened

I continued casually: OK, then I'll set out to today's client's house

Yes, go, Jin

Masako's voice finally seemed to tremble

So

I turned my head and looked at her and asked, "Do you still want me to pick you up tonight?"

Masako was so anxious for a long time, she felt like she was struggling in her heart. In the end, she made her habitual movements and bit her lower lip and said lighter and lighter: I hope you can come...

I felt relieved when I heard this. At least in her heart, I probably didn't hate what Wenzi did to me. So I pushed open the door of the studio and went in to get some props I had to bring with me.

The center of the studio is the shooting site. There is what I need in the locker in the corner by the window. There is also a black suitcase next to the locker.

I opened the locker, thought for a moment, and took out a black rope with a radius of thirty centimeters and a mask for dance party from it.

Needless to say, the material of this rope is special and is specially designed for rope binding. With such a hemp rope and the unique binding method of the rope master that can make people's body bear the weight on average, the rope will only leave pink marks on the skin. Some people think this is a very beautiful pattern.

I took out the black hemp rope because I had never done such a thing before (at least two years after I met her) I was afraid that my color would make her disgusted by taking too bright colors.

After taking out the main eating tools, I looked at the various small toys in the locker. I was hesitant again, wondering how much Wenzi wanted me to do for her?

Is it a woman I respect? If she doesn't speak, I will never train her. But in the end I thought about it and took care of her and was prepared. What's wrong?

What if Wenzi is a fan of pleasure...

So I took out an electric stick and two egg-like gadgets, and threw them into the black suitcase together with the rope.

Here, there is another habit in the industry to talk about

Generally speaking, as a person who serves clubs, most people have an unwritten habit because they try to hide their social identities as well as the club members. Therefore, most people wear windbreakers, fly sunglasses, and travel boxes when they come to the door. In this way, even if they are seen by neighbors, they will think that relatives and friends from afar come to visit. Of course, some of them wear baseball caps and hold cardboard boxes to pretend to be delivery or repairmen.

Some male members who need Queen training services pay special attention to this because they often have a relatively high social status.

The temperature in Tokyo in November is already a bit creepy. I have a batch of windbreakers, a scarf, and a pair of sunglasses. No one can tell who I am.

So I greeted Masako, walked out of the building with my suitcase and started the car

I can say that the route of Wenzi's family is easy to drive. It takes about twenty minutes to drive downstairs.

When I arrived at a safe door on the right side of the third floor, I couldn't help but breathe deeply and pressed the black doorbell next to me.

The door opened very quickly, so before I was fully prepared, I saw Sister Wenzi's melon-shaped face that looked a little lazy and seemed to be always tired.

Today she seemed to have carefully dressed up, and the parts around her eyes were covered with light makeup, but she could still see a slight crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

After all, it is a thirty-year-old woman who has a thirty-year-old flower withered and her face has grown old. These are all helpless things.

Jin Jun, you are here, come in and sit first

Wenzi didn't seem embarrassed at all, as if she didn't know what was about to happen today, but she really took it as a relative who came to visit her.

This makes me very upset

After leaning on the aisle and sitting on the sofa, Wenzi brought me a cup of sake, but she still looked like a very quiet housewife. I couldn't help it and asked at her first: Sister Wenzi, you told Masako today's itinerary, right?

Yes, that's it

There was a trace of unnaturalness on the corner of her mouth, but her years of experience as a strong woman made her hide some of her inner emotions well. I have heard of Jin Jun’s skills and have also seen them on the spot, but because I don’t understand, I can’t tell you what’s going on. I heard that it can release the pressure in my heart well, so... Jin Jun and I have known each other for so long, and I am not an outsider, otherwise I would never let you come to my house.

That's it

I said this, but I didn’t think so in my heart. To relieve the pressure, it was not as simple as Wenzi imagined as she was when she was performing!

So, sister, have you never had any experiences of abuse or training before?

I continued to ask

Yes, none

I nodded and pretended to be serious and asked again: So how do I hope I can help you ‘release’, is it in the living room or in the bedroom? Do you want to wear underwear, or (looking at the corners of your eyes)? If you don’t mind that I touch certain parts of you?

I thought Wenzi had just watched a public performance and thought that when the rope was tied, the subjects were wearing very small amounts of clothes. But she smiled and grabbed my hand and said: Jin Jun, there are only two of us here, aren’t we?

When Sister Wenzi bent down and held my hand, a strange feeling arose in my heart.

Matsuma Fumiko, this strong woman who is usually decisive and speaking in the planning work, smiles gently less than ten centimeters in front of me. Her smile can't help but give birth to some evil fire in my heart.

Oh well

I smiled at my lips and said to Sister Wenzi with a smile

Everyone has some habitual movements, and no one will pay attention to them. For example, when Masako thinks about things, she will bite her lower lip.

These small movements can often reflect a person's psychological activities well. If my mouth tilts to the right and smiles, it means that I will definitely not do good things next!

I came to the suitcase and took out the rope and mask. When I turned around, Sister Wenzi was no longer there.

She had already climbed onto the bed in the bedroom obediently

Her bedroom is not big, about twenty square meters, and it is decorated very elegantly. I can't notice the domineering spirit she shows at work here. It seems that every woman has a gentle side, just to see if she wants to show it to you!

I slid the rope in my hand, looked at Sister Wenzi, who was already a little embarrassed at this time, and continued to smile and said: Then, sister, let's start now

kindness

Wenzi has been shooting a lot of films, so he naturally knows what to do next. He bent down and lifted the hem of his dress and lifted it up. His slim figure suddenly appeared in my sight.

She was wearing a black lace lingerie

After throwing off the dress, my sister seemed to see my moment of surprise, and showed me the shy expression that should not have been written on this strong woman's thin melon-shaped face: Jin Jun, you and Masako are always wearing black clothes all day long. I think you must like black very much, right?

When did Sister Wenzi start to figure out my preferences?

Could it be that she really treats me...

I forcibly suppressed my delusions because the first thing I have to complete is my professional tasks; thieves all have the way of thieves, let alone me?

Sister, you are so kind

While saying that, I looked at Wenzi's figure sideways

For a thirty-year-old woman, especially a woman who works hard all day like her, her figure is quite good. There is no extra fat in her lower abdomen, and she can even vaguely see the outline of her abdominal muscles.

The same is true for the skin on the body, with very thin pores and tightness. In the afternoon, the thin sunlight that penetrates through the bedroom curtains, it seems to be soaked in the milky luster.

At this time, Wenzi saw that I didn't move, and had already started to unbutton the bra from behind by herself.

I am quite sensitive to women's upper circumference. Wenzi is a typical oriental female figure. They are hidden behind her A-covered bra, and they are likely to be smaller than the cup.

As expected, Wenzi blushed and her face was removed from her bra, and the flaws in her figure were clearly visible to me.

But what is more striking is that the two buds on her chest, which are not much bigger than the small sandbag, are a little too intense, and when they are exposed to the air, they raise their heads high and raise their heads high.

Jin Jun, can you lower body be...

My BOSS sister whispered with full shyness, to be honest, she really subverted my previous image today. I really don’t know what kind of eyes I will look at her in public in the future!

sure

I naturally understood what she meant. I didn't want to put down such a big scale when I first played with me. Then let's start, Sister Wenzi

After her first contact with rope art, I decided to do a binding method for Wenzi today called tortoise shell binding.

The worldly tortoise shell bondage has been made into a rope cloak. Its name is derived from its stronger sense of restraint and is a basic method of binding.

Moreover, the tortoise shell binding is very beautiful and simple and easy to learn. Some young couples who like to play erotic games may play this way.

But you have to know that my bondage path is different from the worldly world. It is the ancient Fusang bondage path that has been passed down from the Peace period to this day!

There are thirty-eight styles in the ancient way of bondage, among which the twelve styles called the Heavenly Boundary were lost in the middle of the last century. To this day, I have fully mastered the remaining twenty-six styles, which is why I became famous in just one year.

Seeing that Wenzi was already tying her neck, I was no longer polite and immediately pulled out the cotton rope and started to operate it on her skin.

Whether a rope master is good or bad depends on his hands

First of all, these hands must be stable, and you cannot make mistakes when tied. Every knot must be completed in one go. This is the basic condition for starting a master; furthermore, these hands must be fast. The faster you complete, the more praise and applause you will get.

The third point is the most difficult thing to do, that is, these hands must be gentle

In addition to abuse and training, we regard anyone tied up by a rope master as our own model. Unless the woman under his command has special needs, the rope master will try to minimize the pain she endured.

After all, it would still be quite painful if you accidentally pull the rope...

If this can be achieved on the basis of stability and speed, it will be not far from a Taoist master!

The difficulty of the tortoise shell binding I used in the ancient bondage lies in the density of this rope garment

Generally, the tortoise shell uses a nine-foot long rope, but I use it to reach eighteen feet. The knots and interlacing on the body are twice as many. Some key knots are also in different positions. After completion, it looks like a shy and exciting clothing.

After Wenzi hangs a rope around her neck, my hands quickly flip along her neck, collarbone, and lower edge of her breasts. At this time, I need to concentrate on all my energy on my hands. If any interlaced rope ring is pulled to Wenzi, with the strength of my hands, she will definitely feel very uncomfortable.

The pointer of time seems to be blocked by the beautiful fragrance

Whenever this comes, I seem to be able to clearly feel the warmth of blood flowing under the woman's skin and the unique atmosphere it contains.

From the armpits to the thin back, from the thin back to the soft and tight lower abdomen, from the lower abdomen to the base of the thighs, to the seductive and mysterious black valley...

When the last two knots in the front end of the clitoris and the gap between the chrysanthemum were completed, Sister Wenzi seemed to be consuming more physical strength than me, and she suddenly fell on the bed

It only took about a quarter of an hour

I twisted my knuckles and looked at her. I don’t know if it was because she hadn’t come into contact with a man for too long, or if some of my techniques stimulated her sensitive belt. My sister’s face turned red. Through the hemp rope tightly tied to her chest, the two naughty and stubborn little candies also raised their heights, looking like two red dates.

Haha, Jin Jun, you are so awesome...

I did want to do bad things, but when I saw Wenzi being knocked down so easily, I felt a little bored. I just felt that the woman who was now firmly imprisoned in the ancient Yilan rope clothes was not like Song Wenzi who ran to school to convince me to join the club activities.

Maybe I don't know her at all

The black rope is gradually embedded in Sister Wenzi's skin, outlining pink and seductive patterns

In the slightly hot air (most apartments in Fuduo are greenhouses. In winter, there are heating equipment on the floor to smell, unlike the heating used in the north of mainland China) Wenzi's two candy-like nipples on her chest stand up straight without any hesitation. Because her flat breasts are firmly bound by ropes, the visual stimulation given to people is much stronger than that in normal conditions.

With the effect of the two hidden parts of the outer skin rejuvenation of the clitoris and the chrysanthemum core, Wenzi, who could not support her once she was tied up, gradually clamped her thighs and even began to rub her own actively.

Oh, Jin Jun... the body feels so strange... the knot behind... so strange...

I am not a saint, and even a righteous person is not considered a mature female sister who is untiing my soul step by step. A part of my body also swells up.

But I can still bear it

The mysterious and strange rope art teaching that ordinary people cannot imagine for more than a year has tempered the nerve that I endured to an unparalleled level.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the monks of Tantric Buddhism practiced concentration, which allowed 108 naked girls to form a circle around the practitioner to dance and tempt him. The training I conducted was almost the same, and it can even be said that it was even more than that.

The dark and dark basement, the ancient map, the weird old man, a mother and daughter full of lust... What kind of life is that?

Nothing else, the reason why that weird old man trained me in this perverted and inhuman form was to allow me to restrain my desires and not take the evil path of abuse of women...

Become a real rope master

Thinking of this, I closed my eyes hard and asked Sister Wenzi gently: Sister, you asked me to help you with ropes to relieve stress, right? Then I have tied you up, what else do I need me to do?

Because it is the club's VIP service after all, I will pay my money and I will do anything.

Eat... I...

Wenzi seemed to have tried his best to put this sentence from his teeth, and his eyes wandered on his flat breasts.

At this moment, what she used to be in my mind has completely collapsed. A brand new image of a lonely white-collar big sister with blood, flesh, affection and desire, quietly filling my heart

Obey the order!

I'm happy too

Everyone is single adult, not to mention that they are in places like Fusang, so it is rare to see such shyness.

So while I was talking about joking words, I bent down and my little bearded chin slowly approached her raised little candy.

Huh... Uh!

As soon as my tongue touched her, Wenzi gave me a happy tremolo like an electric shock. Her slender waist arched tightly towards my chest in the opposite direction.

No, such a big reaction?

Women have different sensitive ties, but this is the first time I have seen a woman who has such a strong reaction to her nipples today, and some strange thoughts can't help but come to my mind.

Hey, if I develop the two points on her chest, I might be a good female dog... I really regret not taking the breast clip and pendant:...

No matter how much I think about it, I will never do such a thing to Sister Wenzi

With my methods and reputation in the rope master circle, it is as simple as finding a female M to go downstairs to buy a bento. How can I train my agent?

So all I have to do now is to follow my sister's instructions, climb on her waist and taste the plump and sweet fruit on her chest.

As soon as the bright, soft and hard little date particles touched the tip of my tongue, they raised their heads high as if they couldn't wait and began to receive the infiltration of saliva.

Excellent taste, like a QQ candy that will never melt, bringing the fragrance of my sister's body:...

As I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it constantly, my sister's body's reaction began to become more and more intense.

Not only did she start to speak indiscriminately, but her two beautiful legs pressed under me also began to struggle. One hand even stroked her other tempting nipples: Jin Jun, I haven't had it for several years:... Time:... I can't do it anymore!

To be honest, I have never seen such a situation before. I only ate it for less than two minutes. She actually trembled under me.

Orgasm? Is this ejaculation?

My big hand was exploring Wenzi's black lace pants, and it was true that there was a lot of water under my body. Even the knot stuck in the woman's natural scar was covered with some sweet liquid.

...What a wonderful body

I gently exclaimed in her ear

Sister Wenzi hugged my head and said nothing

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart

At first, it's over so simple. I don't have to take out all kinds of gadgets to play some small games (I hate those shrines from the bottom of my heart. I think that in addition to being used for training, shrines are simply destroying the dignity of men. Only the ruthless men in Fusang like it so much). On the other hand, I finally don't have to take my guy to serve Sister Wenzi.

I always believe that everyone has a rope in their heart. If they cross the boundary of this rope, then when you want to cross back, you will find it difficult to reach the sky

Wenzi is an important person in my life. I know that when my body enters her body a day, the relationship between us will inevitably undergo chemical changes.

This may be the sorrow of urban people. At least I can't get out of bed and leave. I can't get the money to pay after opening the room (I have always only collected money). Fortunately, this didn't happen today.

Feeling the still violent heartbeat of Sister Wenzi, I suddenly realized that I forgot something today... I looked in the mirror for too long when I went out, and I actually forgot to bring my camera!

I am used to posting my works online. Because my techniques are very different from others, I have always received a lot of attention from people.

I know that many people are trying to figure out my style behind my back, but it is completely futile. Those people absolutely cannot see the order of my rope interspersed, and the part where the fatal knots appear. The most important thing is that they have not experienced the trial of shocking the world and the earth-shaking ghosts like me.

These unreplicable experiences are something they will never experience

Forget it, it's just a tortoise shell... Besides, even if you don't show your face, don't let others see Sister Wenzi's body casually

I muttered to myself, anyway, the mask is in vain.

And at this moment, I suddenly realized that Sister Wenzi's eyes were a little weird. Sister, is there anything wrong?

There was an indescribable blur and throbbing in my sister's eyes, as if she was suddenly pushing open a door that she had never pushed open before.

What's inside this door?

I had no time to think about this question, because then Sister Wenzi said something that made me thunderously thunderously in a gentle tone that I had never felt by her before.

Jin Jun, can you teach me?