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In the dark room, William tried his best to get rid of those cold and damp memories.However, instead of a venomous snake standing upright to attack, it was a light of an ambiguous color.Created a hazy phantom.

One person was blindfolded and had been bound and sitting on the ground.Chartres made a "hush" motion, and William stood still.A cat's footsteps, you know, are extremely light.

The man didn't hear another footstep, perhaps because Chartres had changed into a pair of stiff heels.Chartres went there, and first stroked the man's face lightly with the whip.

"Ysera, don't take off your blindfold today."

"Yes, my master."

Chartres took out a nipple ring, and gently pressed the small silver ring on Ysera's chest.Ysera was a little excited and frightened, her body trembling slightly, "If you behave well, I will reward you today." She said and patted Ysera's waist.Ysera trembled even more.

William saw through the dim light that Ysera's slender neck was covered with a layer of light scales, shining with a dim light.His figure was slender and strong, and he seemed to be trying to hold back at this moment.

Chartres whipped the whip lightly a few times, mixed with a small amount of heavy force.However, Ysera seemed to be even more excited, his legs were clamped tightly, and he let out an exclamation of "ah" under the sudden gravity of the whip.

"Hold your voice now." William stopped his whip.

Ysera's face seemed to lose all color, "Master, I..." He immediately closed his mouth before he finished speaking.

Then Chartres stepped on Ysera's lower body, while putting the whip into his clothes, gently stroking Ysera's two bright red spots with his gloved hand.Ysera's legs became straighter, and his voice was completely controlled by himself.There was only a forbearable panting sound.

Chartres looked almost done, and the part that was completely congested was his masterpiece.Put the small silver ring on Ysera's body with a click.Ysera's sweat drenched her clothes, and it was almost transparent.Chartres took off the gloves and stroked Ysera with his hand, "This is your reward."

Ysera almost clings to Chartres, like a dehydrated fish.Panting heavily, he handed himself over to Chartres.

The sight was so strange that William stayed there.Until Chartres took him away, he still didn't understand how someone could be addicted to it and enjoy it so much.

"Ysera is a dragon, a silver dragon. A dragon is a rich creature, and a dragon is also a proud creature." Seeing him in a daze, Chartre added.

"People like us can't have any love. Love is poison. A moment of poison can ruin half a life."

"And half a life?" William asked.

"On the way to find the antidote." Shakar shrugged.

"You have to remember that you are the master in this house, but not in front of outsiders. This is an unspoken secret. That's what 'your princess and my dog' means." Shakar stepped up quickly, "Come with me and choose the props you want."

William thought he might understand.Love is poison and medicine, and power is also poison and medicine. In such a relationship, power is interchangeable, and the feeling of pursuit is interchangeable.Maybe it's too hard to do that in the light of the sun, and that's why these nights are dedicated to pastimes.Psychological desires are sometimes stronger than physical desires, and people cannot restrain the animal nature in their bodies.

It's one thing to feel pain, another thing to feel alive.That's what Ysera is.

William chose a fringed whip and a fox mask, beaded chains.

"As a newcomer, you're pretty good. I really can't tell." Shakar marveled, "I didn't seem too surprised to see my work today. Many newcomers were frightened when they saw it."

"Existence is reasonable. Sometimes we see too much with our eyes, but ignore other things." William played with the whip in his hand, "Do you think this is the reason?"

"You are very promising." Shakar stretched his waist, "I have to go to bed, I'm too tired."

The author has something to say:

It's really the first time I've written about b·ds·m. I may have been biased before, but at least my own bias has been eliminated after I checked some of the materials.

Today's society is under too much pressure, and anything can happen.I remember a case a few years ago where a resident singer killed several big men in a row in this way (a game that used the thrill of choking, but this guy didn't follow the rules and strangled them all).Then I watched an issue of news, that is, the reporter interviewed him.The inner world of this person is actually unknown to us: morbid, of course - but with reason.

Only at this time does it reflect the tragedy of a society.In other words, human beings are sad: because they are different from animals, they need additional "seasoning", and the desire for freshness cannot be solved by simple food and clothing.Everyone's desires are different. Of course, the consequences of these desires may be good or bad, but it is difficult for us to define whether they are good desires or bad desires.

Writing Chartres is also to pave the way for this psychology. I may not describe it so well.That's how I feel when I write it down.Thank you for persevering to read my broken thoughts~ Bixin