Keeping tigresses

Speaker: Slave

(1) Hunt for women

The operation that has been planned for three months is executed tonight.

There is a well thought out deployment beforehand and everything is under control. The prey appears at the expected time and place.

She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, leaving the house alone at night, a good time to strike.

I ambushed the shady corner of the street, blood boiling and breathless, and lunged to capture my prey.

The gorofon quickly took effect, and the prey had no time to call for help, and after a few moments of bracing, he was unconscious and paralyzed, leaning into my arms. It was easier than I thought it would be, and I breathed a sigh of relief, and I broke into a cold sweat.

I got her into the minivan parked on the side of the road, sealed her mouth and eyes with strong tape, wrenched her hands behind her back and locked them in place with handcuffs, and bound both legs tightly with twine. I gave her a pat on the cheek and shook her head to make sure she was disoriented before driving back.

This is my prey, code name “Tigress”.

(2) Peeling

The “tigress” was bound hand and foot with flexible cloth straps, her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth was gagged with cotton, and she was lying on the bed. The false skin of the prey was about to be stripped away, and her true nature was revealed.

I sat beside her and waited for her to slowly reawaken. Her chest rose and fell, her body began to squirm, and her facial muscles crumbled.

I’ll put the camcorder on and the treatment she receives will be recorded.

“Don’t be afraid, you’re back home.” I called out to her in her ear, testing her reaction.

She was in shock and tried to break free from her bonds. But the cloth straps had tied her securely and she could not move.

“It’s no use struggling, you can’t escape. If you cooperate, I will remove the cotton from your gag. Understand? Nod your head if you understand.”

She nodded.

“You need to understand that you are now my prey. Be good and obey me. When you come back, I’m going to strip you naked. With me, you have no clothes to wear. You don’t need false adornment, nor do you need to cover your celestial body. You can reveal your primitive color and instincts without reservation.”

As soon as the cotton ball was taken away, she cursed me, saying the worst things, such as “perverted sex fiend” and “worse than a beast”. If she knew who I was, she wouldn’t have cursed me like that.

“Don’t curse. No one will hear you, and this is a chamber completely isolated from the outside world.”

She cried out through her throat, her voice hoarse, her curses turning to whimpers. I knew that if I could not untie her for the time being, she would resist desperately. But how could I remove her clothes when her hands and feet were tied? The only way was to cut her T-shirt and jeans with scissors.

She felt the cold back of the knife go over her and instinctively struggled, but it was no use. I cut through the sleeves, then down by the neckline. The black lace bra was exposed, the full breasts jutting out of the cups. I rested the tip of the scissors in the cleavage, hesitating slightly to see if it would be more exciting to cut the straps or to cut between the cups.

“I don’t want it, stop it, don’t do it.” She begged me bitterly.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Who are you?”

“I am your master.”

“Jesus, what happened?”

“You gave me captivity.”

“Ah!”

Speaking of which, the bra was cut down the center, the cups popped open from side to side, and a pair of round tits were left uncovered and unsupported, quivering slightly in front of me. Taking the balls of the breasts in my hands, I rubbed them and played with them. The old man has a good eye, but it’s a pity he can’t afford it. I got her back for the old man, she owes us father and son, we have to get it back with interest.

“Get your filthy hands off me!”

“The body is well maintained, the breasts are still firm to the touch, and the tips are a little too brightly colored, but they’re quickly becoming responsive and hard.” This is the initial findings of the physical examination. Then said to the old female tiger that couldn’t stop shivering:

“You’ve got a nice top, nice. Remember how many pairs of dirty hands have touched and squeezed those tits?”

I unbuttoned her pants and pulled down the zipper. Inside were black lace panties that matched her bra. The jeans were thick and not easy to cut, so I pulled them down to the knees and cut the fabric cicada thin panties first. I scrutinized for a while, and then cut from both sides, the elastic band broke and popped open, revealing the pubic mound with sparse pubic hair, but full.

I pushed back the pubic hair and slightly picked up her vulva. She didn’t cooperate and forced her legs closed, asking me to force them apart with both hands and turn over the lip folds to see the reddish flesh inside.

Her buttocks were tender and resilient, and each hand cupped an ass-cheek, opening and closing it to compare weights and textures. But she was lying in a position that didn’t let me see the center of her asshole or her groin. Her tits were hot and burning when I touched them, her ass cheeks were cold.

She was lying on her back, her hands and feet bound so that she could not be turned over, and only later was her ass and anus examined in detail.

The print of her bikini bathing suit was on her front front three spots, and it was obvious that she had been sunbathing in a small strapless bathing suit. The snowy whiteness of the pubic mound set off the black sheen of the soft pubic hair. There were two black shaggy patches of hair under her armpits, unattractive, with a whiff of smelly guano, which she would have to shave off in the future. Her right side of the mouth has black Zhi, physiognomist said it is a demonic face. A friend of the old man’s who knew the art of face reading had warned him to be careful.

Her crotch was soaking wet, probably from incontinent peeing from the shock. I took a towel and cleaned her bottom.

She didn’t make another sound, letting me do all this intimate work for her.

There’s no use keeping the jeans, you can just cut them off. I cut from the pants upwards, the scissors are not sharp enough, you have to push hard, and the cuts made my tiger’s mouth hot. Except for my thighs, which are a little thicker, my whole body is still well-proportioned.

The “tigress” was stripped of her skin and lay naked on the bed, her limbs still bound with cloth, waiting to be sentenced.

(3) Taming

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. Let’s talk okay?”

“What do you want to do to me? Come right now if you want to rape me.”

“Not busy, I’ll fuck you when you want to.”

“Killing me wouldn’t be willing.”

“There’s no need to kill you, and I won’t. However, I grabbed some aphrodisiacs for you to try, to see if that charlatan lied to me.”

“I won’t eat it.”

“You ate it. When you begged for water just now, it had seeped into the water and was given to you. The medicine should have kicked in, do you feel hot and full of ants crawling all over your body?”

“Oh, help!” She felt an unusual sensation inside her when she heard me say that.

“I will save you, I will bring you to lust.”

“Ah… ah… I can’t stand it.”

Her face was red, her body was undulating, and her lust was trickling. Nipple swelling hard like two bullets, finger gently towel a towel, she was like an electric shock, the whole body popped up.

“It’s hard!”

I untied one of her hands and immediately used that hand to masturbate my own breasts. With her other hand free, she rubbed between her thighs and inserted two fingers into her vulva to masturbate. I also untied the cloth strap that bound her left foot and she was able to flex her thighs to rub herself.

Masturbation not only did not reduce the effect of aphrodisiacs, but also made her even more soft, more itchy. The first time I saw her was when she was being tortured, and she begged me to let her go: “Don’t torture me, if you want to do it, just do it!”

She was so intoxicated by the aphrodisiac that she had lost her normal nature, not caring who I was, and hugged me tightly. When I pushed my cock hard into her lust, she accepted it as if it was her savior, and lifted up the leg that could be moved, and clamped it around me. She rose and fell in time with my thrusts, letting out a torrent of lewd words as she climbed with me to a sexual climax.

She doesn’t deserve sexual pleasure from me. Sex with me was her punishment, not her reward. I don’t care if she reaches an orgasm or not, I just blast in with a painful blast that’s strong enough to burst her womb.

She screamed, her nails sinking into my back, scratching ten bloody marks. Sexual pleasure was one of the means of taming her, and I didn’t mind letting her get some pleasure under my belly. My goal was clear: to make her completely tame to me.

I’m sure if she could talk now, she’d say it was the most passionate sex she’d ever had.

So did I, because I could ride on top of her, and it would be a great pleasure to stick my cock in her. While she was still panting and before the drug wore off, I put a leather collar around her and tied on the refining strip. Taking the refining strip, I pulled her to her cage. I saw this metal cage in a closed pet store for wolfhounds. I bought it and used it to keep this “tigress”.

Unable to resist, she gave me the opportunity to push her through the tiny door and lock it. She curled up in the cage, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the glare of the spotlight. I knelt down, removed the tape from her eyes, and looked at her.

I had the light at my back, but she must have recognized the outline of my face, winced, covered her mouth, and said, “Whoa.”

The yelled. The look was part shock, part shameful pardon.

(4) Breeding

To breed this old female tiger, to make her obedient to me, she must be fed with my semen, as well as trained and intimidated into submission to my gracious authority.

I give myself a pass for the first day, the hunt was successful and everything went according to plan with no snags.

The prey has been brought back, put in a leather collar and locked in a cage for me, and the rest will be easy. The only mistake I made was that I didn’t take a picture of the look of fear and shame on her face when she met my eyes, and that look was the most painful to me.

It’s just too exciting, too much exuberance, and you lose sleep. The tigress skinning was filmed, entered into the computer, and replayed several times. Clips of her masturbating and shots of her having sex were replayed in slow-motion and replayed again and again.

A few of the frames were so good that they were used as freeze scans and printed out. One of them was her masturbating with one hand on her breasts and the other on her penis when she was having an aphrodisiac attack. The other frame is the facial expression of what looks like pain, but is really pain when having sex with me. These two frames, made a partial enlargement, after enlarging the photo’s particles are a little rough, but they are the best shots captured tonight.

I have posted all of my favorite works on the wall of my bedroom for my own enjoyment.

Sideways on the bed, with the CCTV on, monitoring the tigress’s movements. She was cowering in her cage, holding her head, not moving. What was she doing? Is she crying? Missing someone? Or is she sleeping? Did she just recognize me?

Why don’t you go downstairs and check on her?

To get rid of these thoughts, we mustn’t be too nice to her, we’ll spoil her. She’s just come back, so we have to give her a head start. We mustn’t be soft on this bitch…

Before dawn, go down and check on the tigress.

She had deep-set eyes, the whites of which were bloodshot, and she shivered at the sight of me coming in. Approaching the cage I smelled a stench of sweat and urine, she had peed. I tugged at the refractory bar tied around her neck and pulled her out. She kept her head down and covered her breasts and shame with her hands. I handcuffed her hands and pushed her into the shower.

I hung her hands over the rosette head in a lock. With her hands hanging upward, a pair of breasts stood up.

First, cold water is poured over the head, and the whole body is sprayed with shower gel, like insecticide, especially in the armpits, lust and buttocks. Then, using the hard bristles of a pot brush, she vigorously scrubbed her whole body, brushing up layers of white foam. The brush scraped against her tender skin, causing her to sob in pain.

I took pity on them and used my hands instead of a brush to clean them in a few places where I had wiped them with other “dirty hands”.

This slut, I just washed her breasts, put more shower gel on them, tweaked them a few times, and the nipples blossomed. The nipple balls were slippery, grabbing and slipping out of my hand; grabbing and slipping, and bouncing when they did. I was so aroused that I cupped the nipple ball close to the camera, shook it a few times, and let go of it to let it bounce and flick the nipple, which was as hard as a bullet, so that her slutty appearance could be photographed, and she could see it for herself, and then she would know how slutty a woman she had been.

The dirtiest place, the more she refused to let me wash for her, put her legs tightly together, I can only force open, turn over the dirt hiding folds, wash a few more times. Her pubic hair was a little long and a little short, so someone might have plucked it for her.

“Remember, no matter who you’ve fucked, when this place is washed, your whole body is clean. And the pubic hair should be trimmed and groomed. From now on you’re going to use this to concentrate on serving me.” I said to her.

She was shivering with humiliation and indignation, letting me touch her, letting me do it, and not making a sound. When she finally washed her armpits, she spoke up, “I’m kind of begging you, don’t wash here.”

“You stink of fox, you can’t not wash. You’ll have to shave your armpits later.”

She was hanging by her arms and her armpits were exposed, so she could not escape. She was screaming and moving around like a madwoman, her legs were weak, and her screams sounded like she was being fucked. I couldn’t bear to make her suffer too much, so after washing her, I let her go and washed her with hot water. The boiling water poured down from the large shower head, and her skin turned red. She clenched her teeth and refused to plead with me.

After drying her hair down to her toes, she thought she was done. Ah, one more thing, while we’re at it, is to examine her ass. I adjusted the angle and height of the camcorder to get a close-up of her ass for a better picture. Then, I’m going to try to accommodate the position of the camcorder and check her ass.

I squatted down and spread her legs wide apart. The stock was round in front of me, the surface slippery enough. The little triangular bikini swimsuit pants were printed on it, white and clean. The folds at the base of her thighs weren’t too many and not too deep. Taking one ass-cheek in each hand, I squeezed them together, testing their elasticity, and peeled them back, probing the flesh color of the inside of my anus.

I used my index and middle fingers to dab some shower gel and probed in to test the muscles of the anus, but it wasn’t easy as she was tightening her anus to keep me out and wiggling her ass. I had to thrust hard to get it all the way in, and she screamed out in pain.

“Have you ever given anyone a fuck here?” I said in an interrogative tone.

Of course she would not say. However, I already had an idea in my mind that it was a knowing question.

“I’ll make love here later too.”

The finger stirred inside the hole in the back before withdrawing and inserting it again in the hole in the front, comparing the tightness of the front and back entrances.

At that moment, she spoke, extremely embarrassed: “I… need… to… go… to the toilet.”

“Hmph! Immediately forgetting that if you have any requests, you must first honor me as ‘master’ and call yourself a ‘tigress’. Is that clear?!”

“I can’t help it, master, the tigress needs to go to the bathroom, give it to me quickly.”

I unhooked her hands from the rosette with her hands still cuffed. Taking the refining strip tied around her neck, I led her to the restroom.

Having just stirred her colon, she let it go as soon as she squatted down, not caring about grooming or privacy, and her predicament was exposed in full view of me.

Afterward, she very embarrassingly asked me to remove the handcuffs so she could go and clean up afterward.

If I were the owner of a dog and took my dog out on the street to pull yards, I would be picking up after her. Since she has become a tigress in my keeping, it is my responsibility to do the work of cleaning up after her.

We stalled for a while, her stubborn eyes dropping, and knowing there was no choice, she did as I instructed and knelt, on the floor, ass to the sky, asking her master to do this most personal of things for her.

I wiped her ass without feeling dirty or disgusted. This bitch right here, although she’s a slut, she’s done the same thing for her son…

Does she understand? She’s lost her freedom, she’s a caged bird. Her body is naked and on display for me to judge and dispose of. There is no privacy. Dignity, so to speak, is a gift from her master. The only thing she can be thankful for is that her master has made her a forbidden possession and will not publicize her to her fellow man.

It’s important to accept this as soon as possible and learn to live the life of a giver.

I tucked her into her cage, left a bottle of water and bread and headed out the door.

I am a truck driver by profession, and I’m not in good shape at work, I’m disorganized and out of my mind, replaying yesterday’s events in my head. Whenever there is a gap, such as the red light at the intersection, I take out the picture of the tigress and look at it, and when I get distracted, I almost get into a wreck.

Delivery and missed the point, to the owner of the goods scolded, and reneged on the bill. With a belly full of anger, flying home. The first thing to do is to go home to see the tigress.

As soon as I came in, I tracked the eyes that gave the quest for answers.

“Tell me, who are you?” Her voice was weak, her sputtering clear.

“Told you, I’m your master.”

“Are you… him?” She wasn’t sure who I was, because this little slut had long forgotten I existed.

“You don’t need to know who I am. What you need to know is where you are now. Accept my training, obey me absolutely, and in my case, forget your original name as well.”

“For what to do this to me?”

“You deserve it. This is retribution, if you are obedient and cooperative, you will be better off, otherwise, don’t blame me for having no mercy ah.”

“How long will you trap me before you let me go?”

“That depends on my mood and your behavior.” I leave her with a glimmer of hope that she can send a dream of seeing the light of day again.

“I didn’t come home last night, my husband will call the police and find me soon.”

“You had another husband who died and fell into the Yellow Springs and told the King of Hell about you.”

“He’s dead?”

“He’s dead! Your heart is cold. You betrayed him and he died of spite.” I expressed my agitation.

“Ah! He’s not my husband.”

I was a bit annoyed to see her water bottle intact. And not recognizing the old man as a husband, this heartless, thin-skinned bitch, made me light up. I reached into the cage to pull her out and teach her a lesson.

She dodged me in the small space of the cage, not recognize the fun, so I took the bar and pulled her head hard to the fence. While wiping the bread crumbs from the corner of her mouth, I said.

“Look at you, how can you see people. Aren’t you thirsty? Are you afraid that I’ve drugged the water again?

Remember, I want you to eat what you want and drink what you want.”

I pulled so tightly that my whole body was pressed against the fence. Her two tits were also squeezed out from between the gaps in the bars, I rubbed them a few times, no reaction, and then realized that her face was green and white, and her eyes were staring blankly. I was so hard that I almost strangled the tigress.

As soon as the refining strip was loosened, she collapsed in a heap. I was so shocked that I scrambled to pull her out of the cage and removed the leather collar, showing deep marks, and I didn’t know whether my heart ached or ached.

Carrying her to bed, she was limp, as if dead. The two snow-white breasts were still prominent, but no matter how I touched them, they did not respond. Her breath was weak, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was foaming at the corner of her mouth.

Panicked, I held her, caressing her a hundred times, hoping that one part of her body would respond.

Finally, with his mouth to hers, trying to warm her breath as much as possible, he couldn’t stop screaming, “Don’t die, tigress! I’m sorry, I struck you to bend you, not to kill you.”

In a moment of desperation, tried to do artificial respiration for her. I didn’t know much about doing it, having only seen it demonstrated on TV, and desperately tried to blow air into her mouth.

I don’t know how many strokes she did, but suddenly, her chest rose and fell sharply, and she choked out a few faint breaths.

I took her in my arms and continued to massage her whole body to improve circulation, warming her again with my body heat.

When I did mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration with her, I felt that her lips were dry and cracked, and I remembered that she hadn’t touched her lips with a drop of water for the whole day. Like holding a small child, I picked her up and poured water into her mouth with a water bottle, but she didn’t even have the strength to open her mouth, and the water flowed from both corners of her mouth, down to her chin, neck, along her cleavage, and down to the small groove between her legs.

There was only one way to deliver the water into her mouth, mouth to mouth, like artificial respiration, one mouthful at a time. Sure enough, she was able to swallow a little bit of water, and then, she was able to suck a little bit, a little bit of water from my mouth.

I hugged her and talked beside her. I told her how much I actually loved her and needed her man.

But she fainted and couldn’t hear me. If she ends up here, she’ll go to the Yellow Springs with a doubt and become a ghost, like my old man.

I’ve gone too far, making the tigress look like this. I only wanted to teach her a lesson, I never had any intention of killing her.

Since finding out her whereabouts, he has been following her, spying on her, getting close to her for three months, and finally arranging this hunt for a woman, never imagining that he would play with a person’s life.

She squirmed and choked a few more times, and I immediately shushed her and asked, “Would you like some more water?” She gently nodded her head to indicate. Her body a little energy, can suck from my mouth in large gulps, but I have to feed her slowly, let her small mouthfuls of small mouthfuls of sucking, gently sucking, for fear that she choked again.

This mouth-to-mouth sucking catalyzed a wonderful sensation that spread throughout my body’s nerve endings. I sucked the water she had sucked into her mouth, sucked it back up backwards, spit it out again, and let her suck it back in. When the bottle was empty, she slurped on my juices, moisturizing her lips and tongue.

She was all weak and limp in my arms.

What has happened to her in the past two days has been a real shock. I also felt as if a long, long time had passed, exhausting my whole body. Having not slept for two nights, I was also tired and embraced her, falling asleep in a daze.

In the middle of the night, in the midst of the chaos, I woke up.

The tigress was still asleep nestled in my arms as I stroked her bruised face and messy hair and viewed her mesmerizingly wonderful body. Her breathing deepened, her breasts rose and fell together, and her nipple globes floated and sank.

I touched them and the peaks of my breasts seemed to respond to my caresses, standing up and hardening. It can’t be, can it? Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.

“Motherfucker, you little slut, you scared me. I forbid you to die. You need to come alive, come alive, if you care about who I am.” I hugged her and rocked her, using my arms as a cradle.

The tigress, weak as a little baby, fell into a deep sleep under my arms, and awoke from it. She opened her eyes and saw me, and my gaze must have guarded her.

Her first words again were, “Tell me who you are. You can’t be…” she said breathlessly.

“Don’t talk, save your breath.” I didn’t wait for her to finish before I covered her mouth to keep her from talking.

“If you hate me so much, why don’t you just kill me and why do you want to bring me back to life?” I let go of my hand and she spoke again.

“I’m not a homicidal maniac, I’m not going to kill you. I struck hard in the heat of the moment, I won’t do it again. Your neck must have given me a very painful strangulation, let me apply some ointment in a moment and it will be fine.”

I sent kind words and a compassionate touch to comfort her, but no amount of gentleness from my hand could heal the bruises on her neck.

“To hit me with what?”

“You will be subjected to rigorous training, and I will never be soft. Remember, you are my prey, a tigress in a cage. I will tame you until you are completely obedient to me.”

“Why do you hate me? You, me, him, what do you have to do with my so-called ex-husband?”

“One day you will know, don’t pursue it, I can’t tell you now. The day you are fully tamed and become my love slave will be the day of the reveal.”

I don’t know if it was because she was too weak to resist, or if she accepted the reality. I kept my arms around her, teasing every part of her body, to show her that her body was my property that belonged to me, and to test how her body would react.

Her nipples would get hard and swollen if she was teased, and she would be in lust if she was tickled. She didn’t show the same disgust and hostility as before and accepted it as if it didn’t matter.

When she ate her rice, she leaned into my arms and asked me to feed her, but she could have eaten it herself. She could have eaten it herself, but I teased her by feeding her mouth-to-mouth, and she was happy to do so, so there was no more confrontation between the two groups.

She is really a special thing, two days to my wanton destruction, made half dead, still very sexy and charming, the mole in the corner of her mouth is really soulful. Her body seems to be a magnetic field, my hands, can not leave her, always want to ride on her body, touch here, pinch there. No wonder the old man would be crazy for Qing, a slut, just need a man to touch her, fuck her.

I fired up my camcorder to capture these scenes while I was bringing down the rarebit.

Thought for a while, made the following conclusions: this battle, lost the balance, nearly made a big trouble, quit in the impatience. Luckily, there is no danger, and the tigress seems to have learned a lesson, rather eat soft than hard. To caution is not to move the true feelings, what relations do not care. Otherwise, it is a big mistake, not to mention that she is not a good color.

(5) Conditioning

After feeding the tigress a thin meal, it was already late in the afternoon.

She ate slowly, saying that her throat was so sore that it was difficult to swallow the food and she could only take small bites.

But I had to go out on an errand, and the tigress was cooperative, automatically climbing into her cage and watching me leave.

I must be looking great today, people are smiling at me, everything is going well, and my mood is lighter.

The gloom of last night dissipated, and with my graciousness, the old female tiger was tamed for me. But my heart ached for the injury to her throat; after all, she was now something that belonged to me.

Come home and let her know I’m back first thing.

She and I sat face to face, I ate my bento and she ate her rice.

As she ate, she watched her as she used a teaspoon to bring small bites of the ration into her mouth, swallowing it down with a sore throat and two tits that rose and fell a little. Half of the diluted rice leaked out of the corner of her mouth, so she used the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, and some of it fell on her tit-balls.

I ate quickly and went to feed her, using the mouth-to-mouth method.

I ordered her to sit on my lap and sat her on my skeletal shoulders. She leaned back, her mouth gently sucking and slurping from mine, and there was a wonderful sensation there like a cold, bone-chilling chill rising up her spine and spreading all over her body from the back of her neck.

Wrapping my hand around her, just resting on the outside of her breast, I rubbed it gently as she sucked on it.

The balls of her cool ass rubbed flames against my thighs as well, one at a time.

I felt something was wrong and swallowed the diluted rice I had sucked back out of her mouth to keep her from sucking on it again.

“Enough food.”

“It’s not full yet.” She spoke and spat out her words, still feeling strained.

“Here, it’s up to me to decide how much to feed you, and when I say it’s enough, it’s enough.”

“Are you scared?”

“What did you say?”

“You’re afraid to tell me who you are, and now you’re afraid to kiss me on the mouth. Kiss me straight on the mouth if you have the guts!”

“You’ve got guts! Say it again!”

“You wouldn’t dare kiss me, man to woman like.”

“You shut up! I’ll kiss you on the mouth whenever I like.” The tone of his voice rose as his emotions got the better of him.

“If you dare kiss me, come now. Come on, kiss me.” She closed her eyes, pouted, and tilted her face up next to me, daring to challenge my authority.

Suddenly my throat went dry and I couldn’t speak. I turned out to really want to kiss, then I fell into this bitch’s trap. She was already in my grasp, I could kiss her anytime I wanted to, whenever I wanted to; I could fuck her if I wanted to, and she couldn’t say no.

But everything is subject to my manipulation; I am the master and cannot give her the reins.

But she let me see the scar on her neck, which was bare and naked with the leather collar off. Without the leather collar around her neck, I was like an animal without a leash, not knowing where to hold her.

A tigress doesn’t need to be clothed. I want her to be as naked as possible. She was already naked, with her breasts exposed, but I still felt that she was not naked enough. Nakedness and nudity are two different things. Taking off your clothes doesn’t necessarily mean you’re naked.

Naked body, wearing a collar, can make the tigress consciously naked, shy and timid stand in front of me. I understand the role of the Monkey King’s head of the gold band, the tigress to remove the collar, like a head off the wild horse, difficult to drive.

But, pretending to be a cat, she punched her neck against my hand, meeting it and rubbing it, to provoke my pity. Rubbing like this, I don’t avoid the electric shock that passes from my hand to my heart and lungs.

There she goes again, coming to seduce me. The old man’s going to charm her like that and skim again.

I immediately retracted my hand and turned it to rest on her breast, squeezing the two globes together, twisting one of the swollen, hardened nipples and giving it a firm pinch.

“Ouch!” She screamed out.

“Bitch, you’ve lost your mind. Are you worthy of kissing me? Look, you’re covered in rice and dirty…”

She subconsciously looked at her chest, woefully wiping her hands over her breasts and belly button.

“I’m going to wash you.” He said, grabbing her arm and pushing her under the rosette.

“I don’t need you to wash it, I’ll do it myself.”

I and open her up and let her wash herself.

From my hiding place, I removed the camcorder, intending to record her shower with a flexible angle. Originally, she had grown accustomed to having no clothes on before my gaze, but as soon as she saw the camera, she became self-conscious again, covering her shy spot and dodging left and right.

“I don’t want my picture taken.”

“It’s a camcorder, aiming at you day and night, only you’re not paying attention, are you?”

“You god damned pornographer. Stop it now!”

“If I die, you’ll be stuck like this for the rest of your life, a widow for me, hahaha…”

She was facing the wall, her hands covering her front three points, but her snow-white ass, behind her, was lit up and couldn’t escape my camera. Her ass was exposed and trembling in front of the camera.

“Great! You have a very photogenic ass and a nice curvy backside. You don’t see it often yourself, so I’ll screen it out for you to see for yourself. The two meatballs in front of you and the two meatballs behind you are equally round, turn around, don’t wiggle your nips. There’s no need to feign shyness with me. Be cooperative. If you don’t, I’ll tie you up. And send a tannin to your man and your daughter to admire. I’m sure they’ll be proud of it, too. Hahaha…”

“Don’t! Please. I don’t want them to see me like this.”

“Umm… what?”

“Master, please. Don’t show them. The tigress is shy! It’s humiliating.”

“Then, be a good multiplier and cooperate and wash it quickly. If you don’t wash it, I’ll do it for you.”

“Don’t you wash. Don’t wash. I’ll do it myself. I’ll wash it.”

She cooperated as soon as she heard I was going to have to do the washing for her.

She hardens her heart and gets out of the shower in front of the camera. Her hands, from top to bottom, from front to back, she soaps her entire body. Both hands were folded over her chest, rubbing her breasts to soothe the wounds of her heart. Her right hand slowly traveled to her lower body, rubbing the private parts that I had ravaged, washing the inside and outside of the lips, and from time to time looking towards me, as if to show me, to wash a woman’s body, to be washed in this way, this is the way to give a woman a bath.

Wash the buttocks, slightly bowed and bent over, hand probe behind, in the buttock groove wiped soap, two hands before circling around behind, in a pair of buttocks in a circle, back and forth rubbing. Following the lifting of the thighs, hands from the root of the buttocks, sliding down the thighs, calves, toes, carefully wash.

The right leg is washed and then the back left leg is lifted and the same is done. Her side profile makes an S-shaped curve, like a snake, wriggling and curving.

As I showered, I did a big close-up of the front, and in the close-up, a golden stream, murmuring out of the little furrow in the bush of pubic hair between her legs, split down the sides of her thighs, joining with the droplets of water, and running down to her heels and the floor. Ah, beautiful!

“Hey, tigress, you’re going to have to stand in my face when you pee from now on, and you’re going to have to pee standing up, like you’re doing now. Otherwise you are not allowed to pee.”

She gave me a start, will wake up from a dream as if, her whole body shaking, panicked and covered her private parts to prevent me from taking her embarrassment into the camera.

When she was done filming and put the camera back, she wrapped her in a large bath towel and dried her hair and body.

Her legs were weak, and she leaned against me, trembling and trembling, still with palpitations.

“Don’t be afraid, it’s not like you’re not allowed to pee. It’s just that you have to stand in front of me to do it, and as long as you stand and pee for me, a woman can stand and pee just like a man. Also, you’re not allowed to pee in the cage, it’s unhygienic.

Be patient and wait until I release you. There is a penalty for disobedience.”

She couldn’t stop shaking.

Wiped herself dry. I’m gonna check to see if she’s cleaned up.

She stood in front of me, to be examined again. She put her hands at the juncture of her legs and looked at her shame.

I flicked them away with one hand, then spread her legs and said, “There’s no need to cover up, I’ve seen and touched everything. Your body can be shown to that man and it will be shown to me. I promise that no other man will be able to see your full face in the future. You already belong to me. You know me well enough to know that I am a very selfish and jealous man, and what is mine, no one else will ever touch you.”

I looked up to see her head hanging down, tears streaming down her face and dripping onto mine.

“What’s the point of crying after three days? Don’t cry, you watery woman, don’t pretend. You can’t live without a man to fuck you, well, well, let’s let you have a good time now!”

I pulled out a pill and, after fronting it in front of her eyes, I pried her mouth open and put it in her mouth. She knew what was going on and was forced to swallow it in one gulp.

She’s a bitch, and her fox tail won’t show until she’s under the influence of the aphrodisiac.

She stood still. She didn’t dare move until I told her to.

Then, pointing to where the camera was, I tilted her head over and said to her, “Once we make love, you’re going to have to step it up because you’re on camera. Your face is facing the camera, and you will be filmed with your slutty look and expression, and you will have to admit to yourself how slutty you are when you have seen it for yourself.”

She was shy, endure humiliation, do not head, I held her chin, her face and then pulled over, to look at me, listen to me, I said: “the day before yesterday, when making love, you look at the eyes, can not see your lover is who. A moment later, we make love when you look at me, from now on, you can only have me a lover, you can only love me, and I make love. Understand?”

Her face flushed red, her body gently trembled, her hands could not help rubbing the tips of her breasts and scratching, suppressing the sexual desire in her heart. She smiled at me with a bewildered look in her eyes and climbed onto the bed, posing in different styles of slutty poses.

She wiggled her ass, opened her legs, and offered up her luscious, lustful pubic mound for my viewing pleasure.

Crossing her ass again, she peeled back her ass cheeks with both hands and exhibited the heart of her ass.

She turned into a pile of hot flesh, so hot that she would have turned to ashes if I hadn’t showered her with rain in time.

My dick was already hard from the time she invited me to kiss her on the lips, and now with unrivaled vigor, I drove straight into the “tiger”, and she gasped and chirped wildly, writhing and twisting her body. She gasped and chirped wildly, twisting and turning her body. I, however, was thrusting faster and slower, deeper and shallower, as I felt like it.

The old man gave people lost things, I now take back, to comfort his spirit in heaven, the tigress has been captured today, pressed in my crotch, the mood for a fast, issued a series of strong shot.

After I shot a big bubble of thick semen, my strength was still intact, so I didn’t pull out for the time being. That bitch, however, wrapped her legs around my waist and didn’t let go, and that little slut was really full of energy, and after a few strokes, I was able to build up some momentum and ejaculate again, which was very pleasurable.

Ten of her fingers sink deep into the muscles of the back of my shoulders, and a few screams cut through the quiet night, resonating and echoing in the basement.

My whole body pressed her down as a cushion, suffocating her, but she didn’t dare push me away. Her thighs were pressed tightly against my thighs, breast to breast. A large puddle of lust, from the kinky flood, glued our bottoms together.

You fox fairy Tosi, born to be a man’s meat cushion, make me strange comfortable, and no wonder the old man will be for your soul, tea and rice, fortunately you fell into my hands, so that you will not let you sin on earth again.

(6) Cross-examination

The information of the mother tiger, to every detail I do not spare, detailed records, analysis, stored in the computer.

When I brought her home, all she had on her was a wallet with her ID and an old framed photo. It was all the information I had to research her.

The age on the ID card is thirty-five. That can’t be right! She shouldn’t be that young. She looked younger than she really was, but it couldn’t just be thirty-five. Thirty-five, an impossible age. I have a frame of her picture that is absolutely unique. I used it to compare the photo on my ID card with the old photo of her to make sure I had the right person.

The old photo shows the tigress, who was in her mid-twenties, next to the man she lived alongside, who was in his mid-forties, and a little girl. Her relationship with this man was also something I wanted to delve into.

Physically, she was completely under my control. As time went on, she realized that there was no escape, so she submitted to the life and discipline of captivity. I dictated what she should and should not do. One of them was to do exercise. Every day I showed her a movie on aerobics and made her follow it to keep her in shape. Her natural instincts are not bad, and I’m going to cultivate her into a good piece of material for sex.

Since the tigress came back, I’m no longer lonely at night, just give her a little aphrodisiac, and her slutty nature is revealed, and I have sex with her all the time. She and that son of a bitch in the picture, got her, it’s a riotous treasure.

However, I couldn’t figure her out. We spend a few hours a day together, but she doesn’t say much to me. When I ask, she answers. There is a dark side to her heart, where her secrets are buried. Her flesh, completely bare, but her mind, yet to be dissected. Unless I can open her heart, I will not be able to reach her completely.

So, I decided to have a strong forced confession.

She stood in front of me wearing a leather collar with a refining strip attached, straightening her back and crossing her arms behind her back. She thought I wanted to play some pre-coital games with her, and soon she saw that I looked grave and understood.

She stood for punishment, and not knowing what she had done wrong, she began to feel emotionally disturbed. Again, I gave her a scrutinizing gaze, scanning her whole body, making her feel all unnatural.

She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest to cover her naked breasts, which was forbidden by the “house rules”. I didn’t scold her. I wanted her to feel shy and timid. I wanted her to feel shy and timid. The more naked you feel, the better. In a moment, your mind will be just as naked in front of me.

She looked at me, saw that I looked serious, thought that I didn’t like her covering her body like that, and slowly dropped her hand down and lowered her head, not daring to look me in the eye.

I said to her solemnly, “Motherfucker, you must be completely honest with me and not hide a single thing from me.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I wanted to ask you some questions.”

She said, “Master, if you have a question, ask it.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Did you misrepresent your age?”

“No, I am indeed thirty-five. I don’t look too old, do I?”

“But I don’t believe it, there’s no way. How old were you when you got married?”

“Twenty-two.”

“Then you should be more than thirty-five.”

“Thirteen years ago, I was twenty-two. Now thirty-five.”

“How old were you when you married your first husband?”

“He’s not my husband.”

“Outrageous, you’re so stubborn. If she’s not your husband, then who is she? Get it straight for me!” I couldn’t help the anger rising again.

She bit her lower lip and hung her head.

“You can’t answer that.” I stroked her pubic hair and said.

Isn’t that him?” I asked her, holding up the photo in my hand and pointing to the person in it.

“No.”

“Who else would pluck your pubic hair if not him?”

She stood with a face full of shame and grievance, trembling all over, but silent. Suddenly, looking up, she said:

“Give me back the picture.”

“Nothing is yours anymore, not even this body of yours, everything you are has become mine. Say it!” I let my voice roar at her, making her tremble with fear, but still she didn’t say a word.

“If you won’t talk, I have a way of forcing you to talk. How old is your daughter? Twelve or thirteen years old. I can get you back, and I can get her back. Strip her naked, wash her, put a leather collar on her, and put her in a cage. You see, there’s room in your cage, so it’s okay for you two to squeeze in. Mother and daughter together, a companion, no fear of boredom, and together for my enjoyment, more fun for three.”

“Don’t you mess around!”

“Have you ever had a threesome?It’s exciting, it’s fun. You two mothers and daughters play with me, the best match. Looks like she’s still a virgin! Let me deflower her, after I deflower her, she’s my woman, and from now on, she and mom will become two sisters.”

I went behind her and kicked her in the crook of each leg, and she fell forward onto her knees. I pushed her head down and taught her to lie on her back with her kink and asshole exposed to the sky. A few strokes of my hand on her kinky pussy lips plumped up and lubricated two of my fingers with kinky water. I spread the balls of her ass, and with a firm thrust of my fingers into her anus, I told her, “I’ll make love to you right here. I’m going to poke through your anus, through your pussy, and straight down into your daughter’s pussy. It’s called a cannonball. Hahaha…”

“Ouch!”

She gave my fingers a painful thrust and tried to escape, powering forward to crawl. But she couldn’t escape, she couldn’t move when I pulled the refining strip.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and swung my arms up, “ slap slap slap”, slapping her ass one after another, said:

“You can’t escape! You can’t escape!” Say a word and hit.

I hit as hard as I could, hitting until my palms were hot and I didn’t stop until her posterior was blossoming. She whimpered in pain.

“Neither of you can escape, so listen to what I will do. I will make love to you mother and daughter every day. I want you both to make love in front of me. I know you are both sluts made from the same mold, you will definitely compete for favor and be jealous. So, we’ll do both of you together, and I’ll do whoever pleases me first. Hahaha…”

I inserted my finger into her backdoor again, and this time the way was a little smoother. But she was crying her eyes out and couldn’t stop screaming in pain.

“No, don’t do this to my daughter.” She had cried into a tearful, pathetic mess.

“There’s a good show ahead. I will tie you mother and daughter together. Is it better to tie mother and daughter back to back, ass to ass? Or face to face, tits to tits? Both look good. But if you tie them back to back, your tits and sex will be exposed, so it’s easier for me to put alligator clips on your nipples. Oh, alligator clips. Guess you’ve never seen them. Raise your head and look at it, it’s an eye opener.”

She held up her chin and put the clip on the tip of her nose, asking her to make sure she looked.

“This pair of alligator clips, attached to the wire. See? One clamps this nipple of yours, the other clamps your daughter’s nipple of that. Hey, how big are your daughter’s tits? Are they as big as yours? It’s bound to be slippery in your hand, like yours. Hahaha, her boner will definitely be fresher than yours. She hasn’t given birth yet. Don’t be jealous of her. Her nipples will soon be like yours. I want you to have a litter of tiger cubs, the more the merrier. Crocodile clips can also be used as jewelry. You women love to dress up. You love to wear this and that. Alligator clips on her nipples, like earrings, she’ll feel pretty and good about herself. Do you want to try the pleasure your daughter will enjoy?”

She was shaking uncontrollably, her breasts wobbling, and it was necessary for me to grab them so that I could clamp down on the dangling nipples.

“Ouch!”

From the front, a pair of breasts fell downward, elongated, like two grapefruits. I weighed how much they weighed, quite a weight, and they both quivered inside me. The nipple that wasn’t clamped in place was in my hand, hard and taut, rubbing, sending a wave of electricity through it.

As I squeezed her breasts, I said, “The teeth of the alligator clips are very sharp, and it will be very painful to clip on your daughter’s delicate nipples, and I promise that I will clip your mother’s and daughter’s breasts for you every day, and she will slowly fall in love with this kind of thing, and if I don’t clip it, she will beg me to clip it for her. However, the clamps are connected to wires, and when they are energized, the clamps will be as hot as burning coals, and your breasts will receive an electric shock that will make you jump up and down. It’s called ‘skewering the double beads’.”

The tigress had cried so much that she couldn’t speak, and her tears were like rain, spilling onto the ground.

“Master! Don’t say it, I can’t stand it. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll do it. But please spare my daughter, don’t trash her, she’s just a doll! If you want to torture, just torture me.”

You bitch, I can’t imagine that affection is still alive, always begging for your daughter’s forgiveness. However, you are definitely not a good person, you are anxious about the safety of your daughter born to that stinking man, and you abandoned your dear one from a wolf’s heart. I am indignant for this, but let’s slow down and question the truth first.

“Ah, that’s good. If I had said so earlier, I wouldn’t have been so frightened! The result of not cooperating is to ask you to suffer yourself. Why suffer?” I used my fingers as a comb to ruffle half of her face among the loose strands of hair that were draped over her face, and said to her.

“Look how pathetic you look. You’re afraid for your life even before I actually do it. You know the master’s advantage, don’t you? I still have a lot of magic treasures that I haven’t taken out yet. However, in the future, as long as you listen to your master obediently, your master will not be mean to you and make you feel bad. Just listen to me and tell me what you want to say, and you’ll be fine. Do you understand? Answer if you understand.”

She nodded.

“Are you mute?”

“Got it, Master.”

I wiped away her teardrops, lifted her to her feet but still on her knees, facing the camcorder, and began extracting a confession after putting an alligator clip on her other nipple as well.

“Motherfucker, does your ass still hurt?”

“It still hurts a little, a cool burst, it’ll be okay in a little while.” She said waving her tears.

“Where are the nipples?”

“The clamps are eating too tightly and stinging painfully, so I guess it won’t hurt once I get used to it.” She whispered back.

“But when I push the button and the electricity comes on. It’ll be like you’re giving a lightning strike to the tits. Is that clear?”

“Master, it’s clear.” She cried without stopping, still a twitch as she spoke.

“Willing to work with me?”

“Willing.”

“After the questioning, would it be okay if Master made love to you?”

“Good.”

“Sincerely?”

“Truly.”

“Let me ask you, tell me frankly, who plucks your pubic hair?”

“That old guy, he’s the one who plucked my pubic hair.”

“Who did you say it was?”

“That old man, my so-called husband.”

“Again. Who is she to you if not your husband?”

“I’m afraid to say.”

“Say it! Say it fast. I’ll electrocute your nipples if you don’t speak quickly.”

“I really can’t say…” her voice was hoarse and teardrops flowed like springs.

“What can’t you say, you bitch?” I pressed a button to gradually intensify the voltage, her breasts jutted out first, her naked body like a live fish on land, flopping and bouncing for a few moments, she let out a yelp and fainted.

I picked her up and laid her on the bed and waited for her to slowly awaken.

When she opened her eyes and saw me sitting on the edge of the bed, she said, “I told you not to call me again. I said, believe me, he’s really not my husband. He was…”

She spat out her words before they were finished, her voice soft, like a thunderclap in my ears. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that the bitch the old man was talking about was his own daughter. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Who would I rather believe, the old man or the tigress?

“You bitch, and you’re going to lie! I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me the truth!” I took the chain and pulled her up.

“Kill as you will! I have never told anyone about this scandalous affair. You forced me to tell it, you are still not satisfied, I can do nothing.” She supported her body, closed her eyes, raised her waist version, her peaks stood up and pressed towards me, with the stance of a martyr who would die with ease.

“You shameless thing, how did you screw your own father? Tell me!”

“You want to hear more, okay, I’ll tell you. When I was about twelve years old, my mom couldn’t take the abuse and ran off with another man. He became even more ill-tempered and spent his days drinking, raping me through drunkenness, and then after that he simply took me as his wife and wanted me to continue incest with him. From then on, he wouldn’t let me go to school, and didn’t even allow me to step out of the house. He is a sexual pervert, like to tie me up, hanging whipped. Forcing me to have anal sex with him to the point of prolapse. Every time we had sex, he would pull out one of my pubic hairs. Finally, got big my belly, pro disk, he did not send me to the hospital, only called a pig castration to deliver. I lived in hell for eight years, couldn’t stand it, took an opportunity to steal it, and you know all about what happened after that.”

“Did you ever think of your son when you walked away and left him behind?”

“No money, no friends, a bullied girl taking my son away to starve on the streets with me? I’m sorry for him, but there’s no way around it. Yes, I did live and die and there was no point in living. I’m a bitch who committed incest with his father. I deserve to die. Kill me and be done with it. This is injustice, this is retribution.”

She couldn’t stop whimpering and wailing.

“That’s enough, that’s enough, don’t cry. I won’t kill you unless you disobey, and I won’t punish you.”

“Just let me go! I promise I won’t call the police or tell anyone.” She looked up at me with a begging gaze.

“No way, you’re staying here, I can’t let you go.”

“You won’t kill me! And you don’t release me! How long will you continue to torture me? Why do you hate women so much?”

“I… I…”

Suddenly my lips were dry and I couldn’t speak. The truth came out, and I could not accept it. She confessed to the pitiful encounter, exonerating the old man of all the sins he wanted to impose on her. The pleasure of punishing the tigress turned into guilt. I should hate the old man rather than the tigress.

Without a word, I loosened the pair of alligator clips holding her nipple clit. Her hand caught up with mine and captured it, pressing it against her fiery nipple-globes, rubbing the flames against my heart hand.

I panicked and jerked my hand away, saying, “Check my nipples to see if they’ve given any power burns?” I twisted both of her nipples at the same time, gently twisting them, and her nipples were like flower bones that had blossomed before they were ready.

“Phew!” She screamed in pain.

“You don’t have to fake it. It’s a bit of a burn, it won’t hurt that much, but it’s better to use ice to calm it down for you.”

I took two ice cubes from the refrigerator and put them on her nipples: “Hold it yourself, it’ll be fine for a while.”

The tigress seemed no longer afraid of me and pounced on me. I was so cold that I had to hold her in my arms, and she buried her head in my arms and cried. She held ice cubes in both hands, circling her nipples, dissolving ice water, like morning dew dripping on her rapidly undulating throbbing breasts. Her eyes were tearful and she was as tender and coquettish as a twelve year old girl. The old man did not know how to be compassionate, a tree of pear blossoms pressed begonias, spoiled the little girl.

I couldn’t push her away in time, she had already dropped the ice, wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, and said, “You’re like that old man who only hates women, and doesn’t know how to love.”

“I can’t love you.”

“Do you think I’m dirty or are you afraid I’m mean? You’re afraid of me, so you call me a tigress, you’re afraid I’ll eat you?

If you are my master, why are you afraid to kiss my mouth and caress my body? It’s all yours.”

The tigress wrapped around me like a snake, spewing out a flaming tongue, her lips pressed straight over, and I toweled right over, gently rubbing, striking out sparks, quickly spreading into a prairie fire of desire.

“Tigress, no. That’s enough for tonight, get back in your cage!”

She wrapped around me like a climbing vine, unable to push her. She ignored my orders to return to the cage and instead reached down to take possession of my lower back, searching between my legs.

“I’ve said enough, stop getting your way and crawl back into your cage. Are you going to force me to beat you if you don’t listen?” I holler again to hide my inner annoyance.

She ignored my bluff and remained wrapped up, mouth to mouth with me and wouldn’t let go. I had to pick her up with one hand and place her on my lap, leaving her ass in the air, on her knees, spanking her ass to vent her emotions like a sea surge. The hand had been raised, but stopped in mid-air, the palm prints on her snow-white ass still hadn’t dissipated, showing patches of bruises.

She even provoked me recklessly at this point: “Master, fight! Why don’t you? I am a cheap woman, if hitting me will make you feel better, just do it!”

“My hand hurts from the beating, want a beating, tomorrow I’ll give your ass a spanking with a board until it blooms.” With that, he swept her up by the waist, held her by the bladder, and sent her to the cage. She wrenched my legs with both hands, two legs like swimming, can not stop hitting fluttering, like a little girl pampered, refused to go home, I can only force her to the cage inside. The door was not locked, so I ran back to the bedroom without looking back.

“Hey, you forgot to lock it.” She yelled from inside.

“I’m not afraid of you escaping, even mosquitoes can’t fly in here, it’s hard for you to fly with your wings.”

Back in my bedroom, I took a look at the surveillance system, and on the screen, the tigress looked like a nude dancer, twirling her snake waist, showing me her naked sexuality from every angle that she thought could arouse my lust, throwing her winks all the time, and her two hands kept caressing her inner thighs, scratching her lust.

“I know you love me too much to love. Coward! You’re a coward. You’re afraid to make love to me without an aphrodisiac!

Trying to kiss me not daring to kiss me on the mouth in a dignified manner. If you have the balls, come out and make love to me right now.”

I was so annoyed that I turned off the surveillance system. The images were gone, but I couldn’t get rid of her shadow, her voice couldn’t stop echoing in my ears, and when I closed my eyes, I saw the teasing shots of her digging into her kinky, jiggling breasts.

I paced squarely back and forth in my room, and drenching my head with cold water did nothing to quell the rising lust.

Motherfucker, you’re an asshole! I didn’t want to fuck you again, but you’ve earned it! I rolled out of bed and sprinted down the stairs to the basement. The iron door pushed open, she was already standing in the doorway waiting for me, as if she knew I would come down. Without saying a word, I pulled the chain around her neck with one hand and left. She lost her center of gravity, stumbled, and fell to the ground. I did not wait for her to get up, but pulled her like a dog, and she crawled behind me, and was dragged to my bedroom.

I leaned down and lifted the tigress up, and she sat on the ground, looking up at me. In her disheveled hair, a pair of loving eyes shone.

“Tigress, why are you pissing me off? You’re not afraid of me anymore. Are you? You know who I am and you’re afraid to make love to me?”

“Don’t tell me.”

“But haven’t you always wanted to know?”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on!”

She sat on the edge of the bed, closed her eyes and waited for me, but I couldn’t even muster the courage to kiss her. I could only hate her, not love her. I’m a coward! You’re so worthless.

“Master, I’m thirsty. I need some water, in fact I wouldn’t mind if you put some drugs in the water.” She said breathy between my ears to break the stalemate.

I poured a glass of ice-boiled water, but without the aphrodisiac, and handed it to her. She didn’t take it and said, “The tigress is wounded, her ass is so sore from the master’s spanking that she can’t drink the water herself and has to be fed by the master.”

I sat down beside her and she leaned over, gathered in my arms. I took a sip and spit into her slightly open mouth. She sucked like a baby, one small sip, one small bite. I sucked back in another small, tiny sip. That sip of ice water, spit out and sucked back in, exchanged back and forth. My hand, again unable to reach out of its own accord, rested on the side of her breast, rubbing it to the rhythm of the sucking and slurping. The other hand climbed upward from her calf melons, splitting her legs, parting her pussy lips and picking at her clit. Her center door was wide open, flooding her thighs with lust.

She spits out a flaming serpentine tongue to ignite my desire. I held my tongue against the attacking flames, tangling with it, holding it. The serpent’s tongue lured the tip of my tongue out and sucked it into her mouth. With the momentum, she leaned back and lay on the bed.

I lay on top of her, locking the end of the chain to the bedside stand. After months of not seeing the light of day, her body had been replaced with snow-white skin, delicate and slippery. Two breast balls, gently trembling, I hold one in each hand, squeezed together, the two nipples one by one in my mouth, the tip of the tongue around her nipples and the peak of her nipples in a circle, in my mouth and back to the jutting. Her nipple globes were like two balls of fire, hot to the touch.

Her legs rubbed themselves together, both hands loosened the front of my pants, feet into the pants, pull it down, bowed to meet my coming, accept my impact, vibration in her pussy, into a pouting and lustful echoes. Suddenly she was still, suddenly she was as if she was in a frenzy, suddenly she was biting me, suddenly she was kissing me, suddenly she was pushing me, suddenly her whole body was convulsing and she was clinging to me.

She let out a “Phew!” and her hard cock plunged straight to the bottom. The tigress’ sharp claws sank deep into my back muscles. She screamed and left ten bloody marks on my back. She wrapped her arms around me like a spasm, like two fiery red irons.

“Master, punish your little slut, punish me…” she was dying, crouching in my arms, calling out to me in a faint voice.

(7) Forbidden domain

A night of tenderness and waking up at three o’clock in the morning. The tigress has disappeared, the chain is untied, one end is still tied to the bed. With the tigress in bed, I had expected that she would have this move, waiting for the opportunity to run away. She has even called the police, or is already in the city, ready to rush in and arrest me. I am not afraid, because I did not plan to run away. Last night, the tigress is sincere or not, false or not, with her overnight affair, unforgettable. This is the best way to end the feud between us. When the trial begins, I must confess my life under the prisoner’s threshold, but I will not disclose her hidden information. After she knows who I am, she will be more shocked than when she captured me, and our story will become a shocking social oddity.

The police have not yet arrived, I turned on the VCR, replaying the footage shot over the past few months, each shot has been carefully edited, these will become evidence in court, and will be destroyed, but no one can wash away the last night’s lingering, all recorded in my mind, one scene after another replayed in front of me.

There was a soft cricketing sound from the hallway, and here came my arresting officer. I stood up, naked, ready to be captured without resistance. The door of the room opened and in walked a naked tigress, collar still around her neck, holding a hot breakfast, like a dream.

I couldn’t hide my glee and said to the tigress, “Thought you got away!”

“Where did the master get the nerve to run off without ordering? I’m hungry, I’ll cook some sick rice for dinner, you have some too.”

“Sick meal?”

“Rare. Eat in your room or out?”

“It’s better outside.”

Outside was the dining room, the dining table had been a mess, she had tidied it up and the place cleaned. She rode my thighs with her ass on my lap, her legs split wide apart, pressing down on the cock that had been erect since last night. She reached behind her ass and stroked my cock, pushing it straight into her wet, slippery hole.

“Master, I’m here, and the most delicious thing is that sick meal.”

“Delicious?” I wondered.

“Delicious in the way you feed me bite by bite.”

“That time, you almost hanged me to learn a lesson, and you said that rare meal was good.”

“I learned a lesson that I’m not as mean as you make yourself out to be.”

“Tigress, I’m warning you. Don’t be self-absorbed and foolish. Don’t think you can wrestle my sympathy with what happened to you, I…”

Before I could finish, she had relaxed her whole body and leaned in close to me. She rested on my shoulder, her body light. Opening her little mouth, she asked me to feed her with my mouth one bite at a time. She seeks my mouth hungrily and sucks hard, her face, her chest full of diluted food, and I lick it with my tongue, not wasting any of it.

After eating the thin rice, the two mouths continued to suck each other. Her two round ass cheeks couldn’t stop grinding on my thighs. My cock was expanding inside her and was about to explode. The two piles of flesh on her breasts were tumbled into solid balls of breasts, and her breasts were in full bloom. Her naked back, pressed against my chest, her body began to sway in response to my commands.

“Shake, shake, shake to Grandma’s Bridge…”

Be good and obedient, tigress; you are bone of my bone, and I am flesh of your flesh; you and I are inseparable, and united as one.

Shake, shake, shake. Push, push…

Push too hard, the tigress will hurt and the cock will slip off. It slips off and puts it back on, and after a few times, you feel the rhythm of rocking and jerking off together.

Shake, shake, shake… Shake to the Realm of the Void, where I am in love.

Color creates love, love creates illusion, illusion creates emptiness… everything is illusory.

Too good to be true.

┅┅

In my arms nestled a woman who was hot to the touch and slippery. Dream on! Will the tigress still be there? Should I have done it and become a prisoner? I casually pinched my hand on this lump of flesh to prove that the dream was real.

“Phew! Ouch! What did I do wrong again?”

“Nothing? Wanted to make sure you didn’t run away.”

The tigress was still there, and all that had happened in the last three months was true. Feel the leather collar around her neck, it’s still there.

“I’m going to work, will you still be here when I get back?”

“I don’t. If you want me to stay here, you’ll have to tie me down.”

“And I never said I was going to let you go.”

She obediently allowed me to attach the chain to her leather collar, gently rubbed her neck, and asked her, “Have you gotten used to wearing a leather collar yet?”

She nodded.

The days had been meritorious and the rough surface of the leather material had been given a smooth polish. I took her to the mirror so she could see for herself how she looked with the collar on.

“See? You have a much better figure and look since you put the collar on. The collar shows off your beautiful body. The downside is the thick, uneven pubic hair that can’t be trimmed neatly enough. What do you say to shaving it off?”

“Whatever you like, master.”

“You can’t be lazy, do aerobics regularly every day to keep your body in shape.” I rested my hands on her lower circumference, comparing: “It would be nice to lose another inch.”

“Master, do you see it too? In the mirror, I look a little like you.” She suddenly covered her mouth as if she had realized something, with an amazing look.

“Of course Lo, it’s called resemblance, and we’ll look more and more alike.” I gave a tug on the chain, signaling that it was time to go.

Taking the chain in one hand and her hand in the other, I led her back to the basement. When she came to the metal cage, she stopped and turned back to me with a request, “Master, need to pee.”

I let the chain go long enough for her to walk under the rosette head and stand with her legs slightly apart. Soon a golden stream flowed out of the thigh slit and ran straight down to her heels. This is a habit that the tigress has developed, and it is my house rule. The house rules serve to define what separates us, what I want her to do, what she has to do.

Last night I had her in my favor, but by no means does that mean that she can be proud of it; I will keep her forever and keep her in my care. I can’t deny that I’ve changed from hating her to somewhat sympathizing with her and pitying her. Because I have no reason to hate her, I can’t let her know who I am, otherwise I can’t control the situation. In order to take her as a forbidden domain, there is no other way. Tigress, I’m sorry, aggrieved you, must keep you in the dark, just as to keep you imprisoned in the cage.

At that moment, when the tigress was about to dry her lower body with a rag, I stopped her and said, “Stop, I’m going to wash you and do a routine checkup…”

“I learned a lesson that you’re not as mean as you make yourself out to be.”

It’s called domestication, isn’t it? Is it the torture of electrocuting her nipples that makes her give in, or is it the tender kisses that dissolve her? The tigress’s confession of her life, her embrace, her fierce love, all of them upset me.

Every day she was washed her body in the same way, her skin contracting under the cold water. At first she trembled like a flower’s stamen in my rude palm, and then she was transformed into a naked marble elephant, cold and stiff, standing woodenly. Suddenly, the spell was lifted, the stone elephant returned to flesh and blood, and when I touched it, it was a living, feeling soul.

Chest towering double peaks, competing for high and straight, breast flowers blossom, competing with each other. Set aside the messy and uneven pubic hair, is the flowers blooming path, labia delicate, vagina moist and warm, my cock has found the way home.

Her slender fingers slid down to wash her pussy herself. I took her hand and washed her bottom, from the mound of shame, pubic hair, labia, ass cheeks and groin of dried semen, only she was not allowed to insert her fingers inside her pussy to wash it, in order to keep my memory inside her body.

She was most uncooperative when it came to washing her armpits, which she usually had to be reprimanded for, or even handcuffed and held to the shower head before she could wash. However, when my hands slipped from her shoulders, she automatically raised her hands and placed them on her head, like an anti-descent position, allowing me to brush up the white soapy lather in her armpits.

Her armpit hair is so long and dense that it peeks out from her armpits and is an eyesore when she wears short-sleeved or strapless dresses. Today, all beautiful girls take off their armpit hair, but she did not. However, after stripping off her clothes, I am used to seeing her, but I think it emphasizes the untamed wildness of the tigress. If you look at her pubic hair, you will imagine that on her plump and bulging pubic mound, it should be covered with thick pubic hair. The old man pulled out her pubic hair, may be smack of pubic hair covering her lust, blocking the beautiful scenery behind.

“Master, every day when you wash my body you say that my armpit hair is ugly and that you need to get rid of it, when will you do it?”

She instead brought up the issue of armpit hair to discuss with me.

“Oh, shave it off as soon as you can. It’ll look better with a clean shave.”

“Master, but please don’t shave with a razor.”

“Why?”

“It’s horrible. The old guy used to cut my skin when he shaved with the same knife he used to shave with.”

“So you’re afraid I’m going to mess with your armpits, are you?”

“Master, yes. But I’m not afraid to get it for you if you don’t get rough.”

“You’re good, you’re obedient, and your master won’t be rude to you.”

“Master, will you shave my pubic hair too?”

“Didn’t think about shaving your pubic hair. I guess if he hadn’t plucked your pubic hair for you, it would have been born thick.”

“Can’t remember, I was young and my pubic hair was just growing.”

“It doesn’t look good when it grows too thick, so if you shave it off, won’t a tigress become a white tiger?” I squatted down and used my fingers as a comb to smooth out her pubic hair, scrutinizing the pubic mound and pussy for sale.

“Does master like white tigers?”

“I’m not going to lie, I’ve never seen a white tiger before. I don’t think that not just one white tiger looks equally good, it takes the pairing with the pubic lips of the pubic mound to say that.”

“Shave me off and you’ll see what it’s like.”

“You don’t always look good shaved.”

“If you don’t like it you can let it will grow back. Maybe it will look better when it grows back!”

My hands scooped up her round ass, squeezing it together and apart, comparing them. The daily aerobics work had paid off, and it was firmer than when I first returned.

“That’s enough. Turn around and let me see your ass.”

I paid special attention to her ass hole. With a little lubricant on my finger, I gouged at the center of her ass, and easily inserted two knuckles. But a little deeper, her anus contracted and squeezed out, and she screamed in pain.

“Yo!”

“Don’t pretend to be fake.”

“Master, it really hurts like hell.”

“So, what if I have to make love to you here?”

“I’d rather be dead.”

I’ve said more than once that I’d make love to her there, and she’s scared to death of it. There was no way to get a cock in there unless she was tied up. Even with the aphrodisiac, she still held on to her rear and fought tooth and nail to keep me from developing the garden in her ass-crack. Every time I flipped her over, she would sit up in a frenzy.

Now, I know she has this secret that she doesn’t know. I’m afraid I’m the only one who can dissolve the psychological barrier left behind by the old man’s domination and sodomy of his daughter. Because I’m the only one who knows this secret. One day, she will be able to open this beautiful garden to those who love her and enjoy the wonderful love. Or she can atone for some of the old man’s sins. And the one who loves her is no one else but myself.

The thought made me shiver.

I’d rather not force the tigress to tell her story, and I’ll continue to hate and abuse her to comfort the old man’s restless ghost.

I was so eager for revenge that I stripped the tigress of all her dignity, stripped her naked, and asked her to stand in front of me as naked as she could be. But it was me who had to hide her head and tail, and her cards, which I didn’t know, were all revealed to the forced confession. I’m in the open and she’s in the dark, I should have more control over her, but I’m out of my depth.

I could put her in a cage, with her body at my mercy and her movements at my disposal. I could make her submit to the serpent and reveal her life, and set her free, and I would be the prisoner of my own secrets.

My training, put her in the furnace of experience, become a little angel, with the most primitive color to show me, the heart has no inhibitions, no constraints. Showing her breasts, like a mother nursing without any embarrassment. Bare the lower body, naked, open, no need to be ashamed to endure humiliation. “I have no clothes on my body, but I have clothes in my heart.” When she approached me, I was too ashamed to look at her. A pair of pupils in her slender eyes, bright as a star, not only silent love, but also follow my silhouette movement. I can only look at her eyes in the screen, guessing what her eyes say.

She knew that I was watching her all day long, that she was under 24-hour surveillance, like a living specimen. Every subtle expression and movement is recorded and can be replayed, even enlarged for study. But I could only see and observe her with the one eye of the camcorder. She gazed at the camcorder from time to time, but did not speak.

How many nights have I locked myself in my room, bored, pacing, or even doing palm presses, hoping to exhaust the fuel available for the fire of desire in my chest to burn up. However, the fire can not be extinguished, the tigress on the screen like a flower street goddess, exhibition of seductive charm, waiting for the guest of honor. She does not need to make any teasing moves, sensational words, she just there, hooked my soul. I need to find another reason to “hate” her, so I can take revenge on her. Otherwise, I love her, and unfortunately, I can’t.

Putting out the fire of lust, I covered her naked body with a blanket and told her to hide from the camera. But the camera was everywhere and the blanket couldn’t wrap around the desire in my heart.

Lust draining me, pushing me toward her. With heavy steps, I walked towards the basement. It’s a woman’s unique sense, or hear the footsteps, open the door, she has been waiting for my arrival. I unlocked the refining strip and she threw herself into my arms, her hot red lips branding my lips, so hot that they smoked. Our tongues, without a word, folded around each other, unwilling to part. Can’t wait, put her into an embrace, ran up to the bedroom, from the stairwell lost flash slide down, still holding her not let go, wildly kissing and caressing.

She tore open my sweatshirt, pulled off my underwear, and once again met me in flesh. She was like a big white snake, tightly entangled with me and climbed, snake tongue like a flame to my face, chest between the love fire, and the fire tongue converge into a fire dragon, upward amazement rise, fierce as the fire of hell. A stream of desire, turbulent as an arrow, shot to the fiery sun, dissolved into one, spell hair full of sky Joe star fire thousands of lava. I transformed into a fire-bathed phoenix, flying to the fire. Past life, all the sins, all pinned down, filling a large bowl of Mengbo soup, forgetful water, and her forgetfulness in the smoke and water, in the ashes of the place of rebirth, and then continue that unfinished business.

(8) Scabbard (above)

That night, after we made love, I didn’t send her back to her cage, I carried her up to her sleeping quarters, her mesmerized eyes fixed on me the whole time. I laid the tigress down on the bed, her whole body lying limp, and I gave her one more thorough examination.

Wearing only a leather collar around her neck, she was even more naked than her entire body without a body suit. Ebony hair ran like a waterfall between her breasts. The globes of her breasts rippled and the tips of her nipples jutted out, and I imagined that she was full of milk inside, sucking on them in great gulps.

Her pubic mound was plump and her thighs were round. She had the shape of a well-bred woman.

“Tigress, how many births have you had?”

“One child.”

“No way!”

“A child is a child, and that old man bore a sinful child.”

“Where’s your daughter?”

“Not my own, by my husband’s ex-wife.”

I stroked her toes. Trapped in a cage and seldom walked, the calluses on the palms of her feet had receded and new tender skin had grown, slippery to the touch. I put a pair of real gold anklets on one of her wrists. This little ornament made her legs look whiter and more elegant.

“Tigress, it’s beaten with real gold, don’t lose it.”

“I can run there and drop your golden practice.”

“Tonight, you will sleep with me. Will you run away while I’m asleep?”

“Master, I don’t dare to run away.”

“Then I don’t have to tie you down.”

But the tigress stretched out her hands and said, “Master, it is better to bind me! For I dare not promise that I will not steal.”

“Do we really have to tie it up?”

“Really.”

I was a bit hesitant to escape, but I ended up putting handcuffs on the right hand of the tigress and clasping my left hand on the other side, connecting them together.

“You had a chance to escape that day, why didn’t you?”

“I don’t think I can run away.”

“Aren’t you always trying to get out of here?”

“Yes.”

“That day, I thought you’d run. But you missed your only chance now. Now, I’m not going to let you run away. I want you to put away and be my woman.” My hand strokes her chin, then kisses her deeply, and she closes her eyes and kisses back passionately.

“Tigress, I can’t let you leave me. I not only want you to obey me, but to love me.” I ruffled her long hair that was cascading over her breasts and gently caressed them with my right hand, and immediately the nipples flared and floated like floating bubbles.

“Tigress, when you just came back, your hair was just cut short, and now it’s so much longer.” I pointed to the picture taped to the bed and told her, “Look, you look better and make more sex than when you first came back. I won’t let you go.”

“Master, may I have a request?”

“I promise you everything except to let you go.”

“Master, I want it, one more time.”

She pivoted on one leg and opened and closed it, begging for my love without a care in the world.

Suddenly I felt like I was floating away from the scene, watching the bedtime drama. I had the urge to tell the tigress who the “pervert” next to her was. If you knew, you wouldn’t have posed so lewdly in front of him to seduce him. You wouldn’t have accepted her big cock so sweetly. Once you reveal the secret, his power will be gone. He’ll be finished. He’ll have no control over her.

She didn’t hear my “confession” or I didn’t dare to reveal the truth. She had already inserted my fingers in her wet little pussy, and she was rubbing herself in the direction of her pleasure, her labia thickening, her throat speaking unspoken words of love.

Then on top of me, fingertips and lips sliding down my chest, my cock swirling and pumping up in her tiny mouth. Slender hands, combing rows through my pubic bush, sheathed my cock handle, squeezing it one at a time. My balls gave way to her warm, moist oral containment. A wave of lust swept over me as I climaxed, my lower body aching like a poisonous bug, and at that moment a hot jet shot across her face, which she licked with the tip of her tongue.

“Tigress, what are you doing?” Instinctively, he reacted by grabbing the tigress’s hand with one hand.

“Master, pluck your pubic hair for you. Once upon a time the old man said it was called love.”

“Nonsense.”

“Don’t you like it, master?”

“Don’t get carried away, tigress. You’re too loose. Watch out I’ll spank your ass and knock her into bloom.”

“Give it back.”

The tigress reacted quickly, she put a pinch of hair to her mouth and blew. Immediately cocked up her round pair of ass cheeks, twisted a few times, swayed and said, “Master, you haven’t spanked my ass for a long time. My ass itchy, you quickly hit ah!”

“Looks like it’s time to give you some color. You asked for this, don’t cry when it hurts!”

I was about to get up, to get the cane, when I realized that our hands gave locked together. I couldn’t get out of bed unless I dragged the tigress along. And she was beside me, arching her bridge and lifting her waist. I couldn’t help but double over with laughter, and the tigress covered her mouth and laughed.

“Well, I’ll let you off the hook once tonight.” I gave my ass a little twist in the balls.

“Might as well, do it again!”

“Tired! Tomorrow you sleep, I have to work! Lose your job, no money to feed the tiger.”

As if she already knew that I wanted to embrace her to sleep naked, the tigress sensibly leaned her body close to me and rested on my shoulder, strands of her hair scattered on me, as if a thousand tentacles were crawling on me.

In the midst of the Mon , her fingertips were teasing my cock again, and I slapped it down again like a mosquito. This time, she quickly retracted her hand, and I hit a blank.

“Tigress, you’re at it again. Without my order, no Huai Turban there.”

“Master, I hear you.” She puffed.

(8) Scabbard (center)

After a long night, I woke up with half my body pressed against the tigress. When I pushed her away to stretch my ribs, I searched under the pillow for the key to unlock the handcuffs, but it was gone!

The heart feels strange, in the bed, touch a pass, can not be found, the only way to push to wake up the tigress to ask her to help find: “Hey, get up, have you seen my handcuffs key?”

“What? Lost?”

“It’s gone. I have to go to work. Find it for me.”

The tigress wiped her eyes and sat up, ruffling her long hair behind her back with one hand in a careless manner.

“Could it be under the mattress Ya?”

Uncover the mat, and it’s gone.

“Could it be under the bed ya?”

Get down on the ground, reach for it, can’t feel it.

“Could it be in your pants pocket Ya?”

So I went through all the pockets of my pants. Nothing.

All of these moves must be matched by the tigress: if I get up, she has to get up; if I crouch down, she has to crouch down; wherever I run to, I have to pull her to. The gosh darn handcuffs lock us together, kind of like playing a game of three legs for two, except we are two people with three arms, and I’m not playing a game.

I was in a hurry, and there was only one way to cut through the iron refining attached to the handcuffs with a saw. But the toolbox was in the van and the car was parked in front of the door.

My house is located in a remote area, but if we two naked pair of men and women run out of the door in broad daylight, in case someone passes by, it will arouse the suspicion of their people. So the tigress had to be draped in some fabric for shelter.

I pulled an oversized sweatshirt off the tigress’s head and put it on to cover even her ass. However, her right hand was linked to my left, and there was no way we could tuck both of our arms into the sleeves.

“Your scissors are there, you can cut the sleeve off in one cut ya.” She looked smug and covered her mouth with a secret smile.

It dawned on me that I had just been teased by a tigress. Embarrassed and annoyed, I straightened my eyes, grabbed her by the neck and shook her, fuming, “Oh… I see. You want to die! I order you to hand it over immediately.”

She looked at me, shook her head, and said: “Master, take it easy for a moment, look at how busy you are sweating. I hid it, but you said, want me to be your woman, do not let me leave you, now we are not connected? I just want you to stay, make love to me, do it all, do it enough, and I’ll give you back the key before you let me go. Okay? Master, don’t you want to make love? Are you afraid of me? I’m just your woman, a weak girl locked up by you…”

The tigress sat warmly on my lap, her kisses slipping between my nipples, she took my right hand and put it over my breasts, rubbing them uncontrollably.

She’s challenging me again. I’m not afraid of you, tigress. It’s just that I can’t get used to your flirtatious behavior. You’re such a slut! You’re such a bitch, I was right about you, you can’t live without a man in your slutty ass.

So, my aroused cock, without any explanation in her small, like a military flag in the occupied land, inserted a whole day. When I was hungry, I got up and cooked some instant noodles. The tigress said she didn’t have an appetite and wanted me to feed her one bite at a time before she ate. After eating, she pestered me on the bed, not letting go.

“Motherfucker, that’s enough, that’s enough for today.” We were both drained and collapsed limply onto the bed.

Her small hand, still working the shaft, which had been in the mix for hundreds of rounds, was rubbing it back to its original shape.

“Master, when did you lose confidence in yourself?”

“Who says I’m not confident! Just want to get my strength up, keep my ammo, and make you feel better at night.”

“Master, look at the clock on the wall, it’s nighttime.”

“So it’s that late. Well, let’s take a shower, get fresh and dry again.”

I took her hand and stepped into the shower. We stood face to face, chest to chest, and she was just a head shorter than me.

“Master, can I pee in your bathtub?”

She is still my tigress, and when I want her to pee standing up, she stands up. When she pees, she drops her eyes and avoids being photographed.

“Since I am fortunate enough to have taken you in and be your woman, I should serve my master by bathing and rubbing his back, okay?”

I nodded my head to indicate that she could do so.

She dipped a sponge into the shower cream and applied it to my body, doing it in slow motion, like the slow motion of a movie, applying it all over my body, and then rinsing me off. Finally, kneeling on the floor, she wrapped her arms around my thighs and kissed my cock again and again, taking my balls in her mouth, sucking and licking them gently. I stroked her long hair, the backs of her ears, and her smooth neck with its leather collar. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sweetness of the moment.

“Master, your body is so dear and familiar to me!” She said as she kissed my cock.

“Of course lo! You’ve been back for a couple months.”

“It’s not that. Before, you didn’t allow me to look at you squarely and locked me up after sex. Now that I’ve washed your body for you, Master, I’ve been able to see your body clearly. Your body gives me a feeling as if I were a relative, as if, as if I’ve seen and touched you there before.”

“Yes?”

She wouldn’t be reminded of her former experience bathing her son, would she? It was so far away. However, when she said that, it was like pushing the right buttons, and my cock immediately reacted strongly, swelling up in her little mouth and pushing up to her throat.

“Master, look, your cock is alive again.”

“Wrong word, when did my cock die?”

“Master’s cock will not die, long live Master’s great cock!”

“Then I’ll spare you for once!”

The best way to punish a tigress turns out to be not to hate her, but to make her love herself. Love turns out to be the greatest punishment for a one than hate. However, I couldn’t figure out whether I loved or hated the tigress. Or, although she had a thousand reasons to run away, I still hated her for leaving me behind that day.

The tigress feebly loosened her muscles all over her body, but what she had just said made me a little nervous. Both of her shoulders were flattened out softly, her face was flushed and burning hot, her skin white and red and smooth and lubricated after her bath. Her hair was loose on the pillow, moist and dark. I leaned in for a kiss and she opened her teeth to meet it, our tongues meeting. Her left arm hooked around my neck and I lifted her ass to accept my cock.

“Your body feels like a family member’s” was the phrase that dissolved the “law of diminishing returns” on my cock. It was as if I was penetrating into a tender little thing that had never been used before. My cock, so sensitive that it could sense the heat and the slightest reaction in the cavity, pushed the shank in the gearbox into top gear and drove my streetcar of desire at full speed. Taking off with the tigress on the runway of ultimate bliss, it flew for three days and three nights before landing.

“Motherfucker, are you going to say where the key to the handcuffs is or not?” I asked without spirit.

You lay limply in my arms, pointing your finger at the computer desk and saying, “Master, I threw it that way…”

(8) Scabbard (below)

A rain becomes autumn, beating down yellow leaves all over the ground. Autumn wind blows on the face, seeping a light love.

I drove the minivan and sped down the highway. All over my body was the sensation and body odor of a tigress in a hug. Her bodily fluids and particles clinging to my skin. Wearing a bottle-neck sweater, I couldn’t cover the battle of the tigress tearing at my neck. When Jing Yang Gang, Wu Sung returned from fighting the tiger, he would definitely show off the scars from the tiger’s claws on his bare shoulders, proving that it was indeed a ferocious tiger that fought with him.

After a few days of not answering the call, the boss fired me, not surprisingly, as there was no longer any desire to work long hours. Anyway, the farm the old man left me was looking for a buyer.

Wandering mindlessly through the city, I walked for a long time in the window of a woman’s lingerie shop, remembering that the autumn wind was picking up, and that the tigress was imprisoned in a steel cage in the basement during the day, even though it was air-conditioned, so should I put something on her to warm her up a little bit?

The sales clerk came out and asked me, “Do you need help? Do you want to buy a nightgown? For your wife or girlfriend? I…”

Is there a difference? Turns out there is. The one for your wife should be conservative, and the one for your girlfriend can be sexy and bold.

I said, “Buy it for your wife, but something sexy and bold.”

She smiled slightly, nodded, and had me use her figure to compare sizes to the tigress. She picked out an extremely sexy robe and lobbied me for it.

She said: “Sir, you are so lucky, your wife has a good figure! This robe, the body of the average woman I dare not introduce. But in the body of your wife, her body, want to cover the highlights, to ensure that value for money, you are satisfied.”

She impressed me with her salesmanship and bought the tigress a flashy “dress”. Because she only wears a leather collar, she doesn’t need to wear clothes. I’ve been back for almost half a year now, and I’ve never worn a stitch of clothing on her, and she hasn’t complained about being naked all day. So it was a bit of a pain in the ass to pay for it, it was too expensive and I had just joined the unemployed.

Then, in an open-shelf store specializing in beauty supplies, I bought all the tools for removing armpit hair and organizing pubic hair for tigers. By accident, I saw a new product, a needle for piercing nipple rings. Once upon a time, this is a tool that I don’t know where to buy, but now, it has become a trendy new thing. The tigress’s nipples would be fascinating to see a pair of nipple rings.

Matching it with her leather collar and ankle bracelets will emphasize her figure and charm even more.

Seeing my interest in these new products, the sales clerk took the initiative to come over and explain to me how to use them. It turns out that piercing the nipple takes only ten minutes and is as convenient as piercing the ear, except that when using it on a woman’s nipple, she has to be careful not to pierce the mammary glands, as the plug will affect breastfeeding in the future. You also have to be careful about sterilization, pain relief and whether the nipple piercing will cause skin sensitivity. I bought all the necessary tools for the future application of nipple rings on the tigresses.

Armpit, is the tigress’s laughing hole, she as usual refused to let me towel her, there is no way, only with that trick, tied her hands, hanging in the lotus head, in order to reveal her armpits.

“Can I not do it myself?” The tigress made a final plea.

“It’s my duty as a master to do something for my tigress. Bear with me and remove your armpit hair, and you’ll be even more beautiful.”

I didn’t need to taunt her with her armpit hair and fox odor. In the future, I’m going to organize her pubic hair and put nipple rings on her to make her beautiful for me.

I put the hair removal cream on it, and her itched so much that she couldn’t help wriggling her body, hanging on her breasts and bouncing the balls of her breasts in front of the tip of my nose again. Her breasts are the jewels in my hands, they no longer slip out of my grasp, but are held as if they were being held. The lines of the breasts flow naturally and snugly into my palm as if they were custom made for me. Squeezed together, they make a deep cleavage where I can nestle my nose and breathe in the creamy scent.

I seem to have possessed the tigress, but I don’t think so. One day, when she learns the truth and reveals my true nature, I will lose her. This ominous premonition scares me.

And three days and three nights, and the tigress to lock together, wind flow is enjoy all. The tigress also sell mouth good, said I locked her up those three days and three nights. I want the front in the open, but in the dark I suffered a loss. The heart has the wrath, but can’t and the tigress. If I don’t return the favor, she’ll get her way. I need the tigress to give me the certainty that she will always belong to me, be at my command, and be at my mercy.

With that in mind, I swam my hands down from her waistline, grabbed her ass cheeks with one hand and lifted her up, and with one hand, I poked my cock into her little poke. She didn’t even realize it, and with a loud “Phew!”, she was pinned to the wall of the shower room like a tigress specimen.

“O master, what are you doing? Quickly put me down before you do it!”

I ignored her and continued thrusting.

“You’re hurting me by doing that!”

“Damn tigress, you just realized I’m good.” I said in my mind.

“It’s killing me!” I straightened my neck and shouted, my hands supported her hips, couldn’t stop wildly pumping and thrusting, like rain hitting the pear blossom, slamming her against the wall one by one. Cock taut hard like plastic, in the hot cunt grinding fire, still not cum.

She was crying! Chirping and convulsing, her long loose hair brushing against me, tears dripping down my face. I start to dissolve, but I still don’t stop, continuing to fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Motherfucker, say, who’s your master?”

“O master! You are my master.”

“Who does the tigress have to obey?”

“Be obedient to your master.”

“Who does a tigress give sex to?”

“Yes, only for the master to make love to him.”

I thrust with each bite of the command. She responded, gasped, and cried out in rhythm with the thrusts.

A rush of heat rushed up, and the rod twisted violently in its happy channel, igniting a fiery dragon that spurted straight into the womb of the tigress.

I dropped to my knees, my cheek pressed against her mound, cum pouring out, the first taste of that fishy odor of our bodily fluids melting.

She was silent and let me take it off. She thought she would fall into my arms, but she avoided me and climbed into the cage with a resigned look on her face, closed the door and put the bars on the collar herself, without looking at me.

I forced her out of the cage and she shook her head, refusing to comply. I shook the cage vigorously, trying to get her out of the nest, and she desperately clutched the bars and grates in a death grip.

So I offered up that sexy robe to coax her, thinking it would work, “This robe, I just bought it today, my heart goes out to you, I bought it for you. Does it look good? It’s made of expensive material, I don’t know what to say, anyway, it’s the softest kind of material, and you can wear it as if you’re not wearing it. You know it’s good when you touch it. And it’s branded, so it’ll look sexy on you and show off your body. Do you want it? Come out if you want it, come upstairs with me, sleep with me tonight and the robe will be yours, so you won’t have to be a naked pig from now on.”

She didn’t even look at me for the first time in my broken questioner’s life, the gift that was given to her, and it pissed me off.

“I’ll give you one last chance to get into my bed and sleep with me. It’s getting cold, you’ll be cold without a blanket, and it’s miserable to have no one to stay with.” I said snappishly.

She turned her back on me, treating me like I was air.

I don’t want to force myself on her anymore, unless I use force again to break the strong situation. Just now I was overdoing it, and there was no excuse to get rough again, so I couldn’t do anything about it, and went back to my room alone.

Turned off the surveillance system, the live hot dance show in living color on the screen, and she canceled it for me.

I didn’t want to see the tigress sobbing again with her head buried between her knees like when she first came back. I saw the guilt, no longer the slightest pleasure.

Turn on the VCR, do a quick picture search, and relive the thrilling sex scenes with the tigress and the titillating poses she made to me on the camcorder. It’s a great way to relieve boredom.

After a few glasses of sleepy wine, I drifted off to sleep. As I slept, I dreamt of my tigress and fantasized about doing whatever I wanted to her…

It’s really pillowy cold and lonely without a tigress to sleep with.

Afterword: Thank you for your care and support recently. Because I was busy completing this article, I was unable to thank all of them, so I would like to express my gratitude.

(9) Sleeping together

The tigress stood at the door of the room wearing her leather collar and nipple rings, softly.

Beckoning her to come over to my bed. She undid her long hair and lay on her knees beside my bed, kissing me, a handful of her long hair pouring like a waterfall over my face and chest. She hung with two large breasts, like ripe papayas on a tree, the tips of her breasts grinding against my chest.

I got off the bed, took her by the waist and made her lift her ass. The tigress pressed her hands against the edge of the bed and raised her ass high, the outline of her back, like a gourd.

Her already well-maintained figure was getting better and better with the daily aerobics I prescribed. Her bottom was a little wide, but there was no way to reduce it. Women who have given birth have fat hips, which is a body trait, but it’s fascinating in its own way, especially since I wanted to play with her there. Many times I’ve tried to make love to the tigress there, but I’ve always failed to get it right.

I eased my fingers into a halberd, and with a pointing gesture, swept down her spine, from neck, to waist, to tail, bone by bone, down to her deep groin. The buttocks were cold, and my hands rubbed fire for a moment as they rubbed circles on the tender skin, passing warmth through my palms.

I opened the tigress’s thighs and reached into her deepest little, and after a few tickles with my two fingers, a trickle of lewd water appeared. I took a breath in her ass hole and blew away the hairs, the tender heart of her ass was now in front of my eyes, making me salivate. I kneeled behind the tigress, one hand holding her waist, one hand holding my cock, aiming at that hole.

I was about to enter when the tigress rolled over and kicked me away. With a sulky look on her face, she pointed at me and cursed, “You can’t hide it from me anymore. I know who you are, you are a heartless beast just like your father. Don’t towel me! Don’t towel me! Don’t towel me!”

I suddenly felt my whole body hot, sweating profusely. Teeth bite , can not let go, teeth grinding, about to grind each other into powder, screamed, woke up, turned out to be a nightmare.

Slightly calm the mind, look at the clock, it is half past midnight.

To see the tigress! That was the first intention in my mind.

She huddled in her cage, her whole body shaking and her ears shutting down. She couldn’t resist the coolness of the fall night.

I reach into the cage and take her cold hand, pulling her out and cradling her nearly frozen carcass in my arms. She still hangs her head, not touching my eyes.

“Motherfucker, stop messing with me and come upstairs with me.”

She didn’t resist and I took her in the crook of my arm and led her back to her sleeping quarters.

She climbs onto the bed, still silent, and brings her left hand up. With a moment’s hesitation, I chain us together with the handcuffs. Taking the key, I survey the tigress and hook it to her collar.

The tigress lay beside me, her whole body still unfrozen. I lay on top of her, like a hen covering her chicks with her wings, wrapping my body around her and warming her body with my body heat.

I looked deeply at her, and she looked back with an uncovered and bold gaze. The dream just now still chills me and makes me timid.

I cupped her up and set her down, and she was limp and at my mercy. I kissed her forehead, between her eyebrows, her cheeks, under her ears, and her snow-white neck with its collar. Finally, my kisses landed on her lips, and she didn’t open them, nor did she close her eyes, only peering over my shoulder toward the ceiling. The tip of my tongue reached into her lips, looking for her tongue, but couldn’t find it.

She took my caresses and kisses silently, not reacting or resisting, like a dead person.

Finally, she spoke, “Master, I’m very tired, don’t mess with me, let me sleep for a while, okay?”

“Oh…” I put her down.

“Master, will I still have that robe if I sleep with you?”

“Motherfucker, the robe was bought for you, and I gave it to you when I promised.”

“Master, thank you.”

“Doesn’t annoy me, does it?”

She didn’t answer. I felt better and counted the sheep: “One, two, three, four…” I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to sleep without the tigress by my side.

Wake up, feel the tigress beside you, and be taken aback. Her whole body was feverish, her mouth was talking in a daze, and she was cold and sick.

I poured her a glass of warm water and asked her how she felt. She said she was weak and had a headache. I told her to find a doctor to see her immediately, not far away, 40 minutes by car.

I picked her up and put her robe on, not caring to admire the stunning cleavage she was showing. Whispering in her ear that she’d be back soon, she started off.

She said something in a faint voice that I couldn’t quite hear. I turned back and listened with my sideways ear, and it turned out that she had reminded me to tie her down.

“Motherfucker, you’re sick, don’t tie it up, I’ll be back soon.”

“I’ll run away if I’m not tied up.”

“You’re sick, so run away. But I want to come back with you still here.”

I flew to a nearby town to find a doc, ignoring the traffic lights. There was a doctor there who had gone to the town to retire and live some quiet days. Finding no doctor in town, he responded when needed for the convenience of his neighbors and nearby residents.

The tigress didn’t run away and remained in bed. The old gentleman listened to her heart and lungs, took her pulse, and said to me:

“Pneumonia. Drink lots of water and rest. I’ll give her a mouth shot and prescribe some antimicrobials, and if the fever doesn’t go down in two days we’ll have to send her to the hospital. Also, that thing your wife wears around her neck, it’s going to snag her and tell her to suffocate.”

After thanking the doctor, I went back to the tigress, unclipped her leather collar, and whispered in her ear, “I’ll send the doctor back, dispense the medicine, and be back.”

“Master, tie me up.”

“No need.”

“I feel like dying, come back soon!”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I sent the doctor out of the room, turned back to take a look, but saw the tigress from under the pillow took out handcuffs, locked himself on the bedside of the iron frame. Suddenly, the heart is sour, tears filled with tears, want to immediately pounced on, directly to her to say “I love you”, a collection in my heart, every time the words to the edge of the mouth and swallowed back the words.

The tigress was lying on her side, half of her tit balls rolled out from under her robe. She barely opened her eyes and watched me leave.

On the way back, the shadow of the tigress appeared in my mind, and my tears flowed uncontrollably. I thought of the tigress in my heart, and I wanted to be by her side right away. As soon as I entered my home, I straightened up my appearance, wiped away my tears, and pushed the door into my room. The tigress was asleep on my bed, as peaceful as a baby. I pushed her awake, fed her the medicine as the doctor had instructed me along the way, and put her in the bathtub to soak in warm water.

Her long, moist, shiny hair, like swimming silk floating in the water. Snow-white body, plump breasts, round thighs, refracted and reflected in the water. Her collar imprinted a mark, I gently soothed that mark, catching her hand, comforting her. I’d never seen a tigress so naked in front of me before, and I expected her heart to open up to me, too…

This thought made my heart beat even faster, my whole body sweating, and my cock as hard as a rock… than it did when I first drew up the plan to hunt the tiger… I couldn’t help but shiver…

The tigress drifted off to sleep, her hand holding me tightly as if she wouldn’t let me leave her side.

I served her unclothed and asked the old man to visit her every day. The tigress gradually improved, and on the third day, her fever began to subside. I picked her up and let her eat “sick food” from my mouth, one bite at a time.

A week passed, and she gained some strength and asked me to lift her up. She lay tamely and tenderly in my arms, and a tenderness came right through her and unfolded itself all over my body. Under my touch, a new nakedness emerged, all unfolded for me, without shyness, without reservation.

I guess that’s what I imagined it would be like to strip her down to her bare bones.

My cock was so excited that I was embarrassed to hide my embarrassment between my legs. She seemed to have sensed my predicament, and with her small, soft hands, she parted my knees, like opening a “doll box”, and popped out the hidden playthings inside with a “poof” and a silly flutter.

Then, for the first time, I saw the tigress laugh in my face, gleefully. Her breasts were swaying and jumping up and down as she laughed. But she was still weak, and did not even have the energy to laugh. She choked and gasped for breath. I saw her appearance, and pity and love, and can not find the next step, so I had to accompany her to laugh together.

“Don’t you want ideas, Master?” She looked at the angry, but unaware, cock between my legs.

“You are not yet well.”

“You can masturbate ya.”

“What?”

“Masturbation. Never heard of it? You can look at me, think about making love to me, and then…” she said, her fingertips gently tweaking my pubic hair and holding my balls like a bird. She added, “Before you took me back, that’s how you settled your sexual desires. Am I right?”

“But in front of you…”

“Afraid to show me?”

“Bullshit!”

“Master, once upon a time, many nights, my husband…” she paused briefly, found a word she thought would sound more comfortable to me to reorganize her speech, and continued, “that man, when he couldn’t enter, I would wait until he was asleep or until he pretended to be asleep, and this finger of mine would turn into a small snake and I’d save it for the hole down there…”

“So he’s sexually incompetent!”

“Not impotent, except that he doesn’t have a strong libido and can’t get an erection very often. But he loves me and treats me well.”

“Motherfucker, what’s the point of bringing up this useless man!”

“Master, are you jealous of him?”

“No nonsense, why would I need to be jealous of him? You’re already mine.”

“Then let me blow you.”

Her head was already buried between my legs, my cock was swelling in her mouth, and the lust that had been pent up for days was like a flame puffing around my waist… I tied up her long hair with one hand, exposing her white neck and back, and gently caressed the back of her ears, the nape of her neck and her hanging breasts. I felt that this kind of enjoyment was similar to being in heaven.

My evil form has lost its frightening effect. She knows that I have all my favor with her, and that she has dissolved me like fire with her style. I have fallen in love with someone I should never have loved.

And having loved her, I can’t love another woman. It’s ridiculous that I allow myself to hate her, to feel guilty for loving her.

Love has so many taboos. But love is beautiful, and I began to envision a life with her that would be a life.

I have to work. Just before I go out, she wants me to lock her up, and she always takes off her robe before she climbs into her cage. She said it was the only thing she had to wear, and she was afraid it would get torn. So I ran to that store and bought a bunch of different styles of pajamas and panties in one fell swoop. I think the time she sometimes needs to wear panties is when she’s on her period.

I also bought her some tampons so she wouldn’t stain the sheets.

Thinking of the gap in her neck and the dent in it, I spent all my cash on a gold necklace to match the anklet she was wearing, and a nipple ring to go with it… O tigress, you’re killing it. If you took her out on the street with you like this, you’d make the men of the world die. But they wouldn’t be so lucky. I won’t show her to my friends.

It was time to organize the pubic hair of the tigress. I put her on the work table and trimmed her with one axe and one chisel. I heard from that charlatan that brandy wine can be used as a hair growth agent and is particularly effective on pubic hair.

The tigress saw me take a sip of wine and then lick uncontrollably at the triangle between her legs. Looking at me, she asked curiously, “Master, does this work?”

“Useful.”

“Drinkers don’t grow hair on their tongues?”

“Because the tongue has no hair follicles.”

“What about the chest?”

“Theoretically possible.”

As I took another sip of brandy and was about to lick her pubic mound again, her little mouth came together and sucked on the liquor I had in my mouth. Thinking the tigress wanted a drink, it turned out she used it to lick my chest, and a coolness from the evaporating alcohol seeped into my skin.

“The cold hairs on your chest would be more manly if they grew thicker and darker. There’s only one thing good looking about that old fellow, and that’s that tuft of hair on his chest.”

It’s strange, I’m beginning to dislike it when she mentions the old man, or compares me to him. Or maybe it would be better for my heart to draw a line in the sand with him.

I think it was more of a psychological effect than a physical reaction. Every morning and evening, I licked the pubic hair of the tigress, and the cold hair on my chest really thickened up.

Feeling energized for sex, she put on her sexy robe and came to my bed. I put a gold necklace on her and she returned my kiss, both deep and long.

“Motherfucker, are you really okay with this?”

“Master, I think it’s ready, it can’t wait.”

She immediately leaned over, lowered the hem of her robe and took it off.

“Slow down, I want a sincere answer to my question before I take it off. Is there a difference between wearing clothes and not wearing clothes?”

“No difference. You don’t really have to wear clothes here.”

“I want you naked, aren’t you ashamed?”

She shook her head and said, “Shy of your nakedness? You don’t have to be shy when you get used to it. It’s unnatural to wear a robe as if there’s something you have to cover up instead.”

“Just like that.” The batch of pajama bottoms and nightgowns, I realized, might not come in handy.

But I appreciated her coy look in her robe. Caressing her nakedness through the cicada-thin fabric, rubbing the tips of her hard, bullet-like breasts. She unfolded her repellent body, spread her legs, and shared her most secret place with me.

In her eyes, I saw the rawest of lust, calling my five insides to roil. It took entering her to calm down.

I think it’s perfect to forget who I am for a moment and do what needs to be done in the moment. She burned, dissolved, became petite and tender in my embrace. I saved through her, seeding sperm inside her. When I pulled out, it actually felt like I had abandoned her.

In the middle of the night, the nightmare returns. Woke up in a panic, covered in sweat. The tigress was still sleeping beside me, handcuffed to me.

My greatest fear was that that nightmare would one day become real. I couldn’t bear the thought of having the tigress reveal my secret, and my dream of living happily ever after with the tigress would be dashed.

At this point in time, there was no choice. One way or the other, I decided to destroy all my information. Starting from the computer’s archives, what can be cut, including the deployment of my Tiger Hunt program, are deleted. Then, it is the old man’s things, do not leave anything, all pick out, take it outside, a fire burned.

“Old man, I’m sorry. I turned my back on you.” Bid farewell to the old man’s shadowy spirit and bury my past in the light of a roaring fire.

The me of yesterday is dead, the me of today is no longer me. In the future, I can love the tigress and be with her for the rest of my life.

My customized gold nipple rings for the tigress were done. When I picked up the goods and paid for them, I realized that I had used up all the cash on hand and had overspent the limit on my credit card. All the money was spent on the old tigress, such as buying those branded panties, robes, gold collars, gold nipple rings and so on. I lost one of the earrings she was wearing and promised to buy her a pair, so I’ll have to find another way.

The tigress had been washed and cleaned and had a full body check. I put her on the work table and brushed her hair, groomed her pubic hair, and trimmed her nails. She sat obediently and let me work on her. Her long hair, which was getting longer and longer, was the most difficult to work with, and she had to brush it dozens of times a day. Haircuts and trims, this is for beauty, to make her as pretty as she is. Nail trimming, on the other hand, is for practicality; her sharp claws have scarred her back, and if I don’t trim her nails for her, I’ll be left with no skin on my back. Unless I do it the other way around: making love is tying her hands. Sometimes I do that, though she doesn’t like it.

After the routine official business was done, I took out my gold nipple ring and showed it to her, saying to her, “It will look great on you.”

“Master, this is too heavy, too big.” She subconsciously touched a bare earlobe.

“These aren’t earrings, they’re nipple rings, fitted to your nipples.”

“How do I wear it?”

“To make a hole with a needle, like piercing an ear.”

To my surprise, she didn’t resist when I asked her to put on a nipple ring and was curious enough to pick up my tool box and study it.

“What is it?”

“A steel needle for putting a hole in your nipple.”

“Oh! Does it hurt?”

“The pain will definitely hurt. But I’ll rub a potion on you for the pain. Are you scared?”

She shook her head and said, “Do you want to do it now, Master? I’m up for it. Come on.”

She had a pair of snow-white arms that clamped the balls of her breasts together. I could tell she was a little nervous, and I played it cool, taking the steel pin out of the box.

“Just relax, it’ll be easier to do.” I kissed her face lightly and took her nipple balls in my hands and rubbed them a few times for comfort and encouragement.

She inhaled deeply and then closed her breath. Watching as I dabbed some of the potion with a cotton swab and applied it to her nipple.

“What do you think?”

“It’s a little cold and numb.”

“That’s good.”

“Stay a while, let the medicine take effect, and I’ll stick the needle in.”

Sharp steel needles pierced the tender flesh of her nipples. The color of her areola was like a young girl’s light red. She closed her eyes, not daring to watch. My initial pressure was too light to penetrate with a single stab. It was only when I added more cuntish force that I saw the tip of the needle come out.

With experience in piercing the second nipple, I applied just the right amount of force, and it went through with a single swipe.

“Tigress, you have to stay for ten minutes and fix it before you can put the nipple rings on.”

“You’re a handy man, Master, how many women have you pierced nipples for before?”

“This is the first time, you’re the first woman.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

The tigress was indeed the first woman in my life. She had the old man and the man she was living with, but she was my first and will be my only one. Because, after loving her, I will not be able to love another woman.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, concerned again.

“It won’t hurt if you give me a kiss.”

Our four lips joined and our tongues intertwined. I nestled her in my arms and couldn’t stop rubbing the balls of her ass with both hands, my cock standing up in tribute to the brave tigress.

This kiss, unlike the previous one, carries my deep and sincere love, but how can I make her feel the same as me?

I cupped her breasts and gave each one a deep kiss. When the first needle was withdrawn, she let out a cry of pain, like a needle in my heart. When the second needle was withdrawn, I pressed a little harder, but she still cried out in pain. When I put on her nipple rings, my hands suddenly became clumsy and trembled, and it took me half a day to put them on and fasten them.

I gave her a mirror and told her to look at herself. But she didn’t look at herself, just at me. It must have been the look of childish smugness running down my face that looked better than the way she looked with her nipple rings.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my nose in her cleavage, ignoring the odor of the potion that still lingered on her nipples, and attached the nipple rings, taking them in turn in my mouth, sucking on them uncontrollably.

She hooked her arm around my neck and slid off the work table to throw herself into my arms.

“Tigress, you’re mine from now on.” I kiss the corner of her forehead oozing with sweat.

Between her brows, it met with the flow of spring. The gold necklace on her pink neck, which I now realized was too tacky for her, was inferior to the rugged-looking leather collar. My kisses lingered on the peaks of her breasts, the rings cold and smooth, revealing nipples that were hard but still soft. Sliding down past the long, thick pubic hair, skimming over the small trickle of lust, and down the inside of her thighs. Leaning down to kiss the foot reflexes on her ankles.

I knelt down in front of her, hugged the melons of her wonderfully defined legs, tilted my head back, and, summoning up more courage than a tiger-hunting operation, said, “Tigress, please marry me.”

(ix) Sleeping together (concluded)

“What did you say? Master, don’t make fun of me.” The tigress looked stunned and her face sank.

“No, I mean it. You promise, I’ll marry you right away.”

“Master, but I can’t marry you.”

“No reason.”

“For reasons you already know.”

She scared me so much that my heart jumped out of my chest. Could she have figured out my secret? By no means.

“I don’t. Tell me why you can’t marry me.” I pursued.

She didn’t make a sound.

Time and space were frozen in this moment. I was like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced to death, shaking all over like a leaf in the wind.

“Because… I originally had a husband and was not allowed to remarry.”

“Not a reason.”

“Besides…”

“Don’t stammer, speak!”

“Besides, it takes love to marry someone.”

“Tigress, you want me to say ‘I love you’ to you, don’t you? I’ll say it right away, I love you! I love you! A thousand times. Is that enough? You know I love you.”

“But I can’t love you.”

“You don’t have to love me, you just have to marry me and live with me.”

“What’s the difference between that and now?”

“There is a difference. After you marry me, we are husband and wife and you can do whatever you want. You don’t want to, you can even not have sex with me. We can not have children if you don’t like it. I’ll give you everything, if you’ll marry me.”

“I need to get out of here, is that okay?”

“Only this one can’t. I can’t let you go.”

“You can lock up my body, not my heart. That’s why I can’t marry you.”

“Is it true that you don’t love me at all?” I stood up and confronted her.

“Master! You can command me. I will say whatever you order me to say. But I… I am unable to love you.” She replied woodenly.

With this kick, I stepped off and fell a million feet.

Tears came to my eyes, just for this hard-hearted woman. Back then, she ran away, I cried for three days and three nights. The old man said, don’t cry, manly man, blood does not shed tears. So, I never shed a tear again, even when the old man died, I never shed a tear.

Holding back the tears, I couldn’t let the tigress see me like this. I locked myself in my room, pounding my chest and bawling.

You loser! A complete and utter failure. Wishful thinking, self-serving. Even though you’ve done a few things for her, women, tigresses are as widowed and thin-skinned as all women, and you’ve finally seen the face of women.

Big dummy! You should have realized that a long time ago!

Tears dried up, alone in contemplation, not realizing that the night is low.

The tigress put on a pair of little flesh-colored panties embroidered with butterflies and came up to cook for me. She cooked well, but I had no appetite and couldn’t swallow a mouthful of rice. She was listless, too, and hung her head all night.

She tidied up this and cleaned up that, coming and going before my eyes as I pretended to be oblivious.

She lay on her side, lazily removing her tiny boxers and kicking the removed ones to the side of the bed.

The clothesline in the basement was full of various brands of panties and robes I had bought her, and she wore one each night.

She unraveled her long hair and pushed it back, resting on her wrists, her armpits white, her legs spread slightly toward me. The grassy mounds of her pubic mound showed off my work in trimming and cooking. You just said you don’t love me, bitch, what for?

The dimpled figure rippled and undulated. The lines fall at the belly, rise at the waist socket, then glide enchantingly down over the hips and thighs to the toes.

I don’t know when she will be beautiful for me. I wanted her to be beautiful there, and she was beautiful there. That’s not love, she said.

A woman’s nude body, designed to be viewed on the sheets of a bed, is a real turn-on for me.

I knew I wasn’t supposed to love her, but I did. She should have been tied up and hung for me to play with and ravage, or spread out on the work desk in big letters to be fucked and manipulated.

Letting her into my bed ended up breaking Self’s heart.

The bed was originally enough for me to sleep alone as well. The tigress went to bed and nestled her in, letting her hug my body and bury her head in my chest, not feeling that the bed was narrow and small, but rather, it was erotic. Now, only to see her occupy a large part of the bed, I have nowhere to squeeze.

The bed is mine, and to ask me to avoid her is a travesty.

As soon as I got on the bed, she leaned in, my back to her, against her. The two breast balls, her nipple rings and firm nipples were pressed against the back of my shoulders. Her catkins were caressing my shoulders, and her long hair, like a million tentacles, was brushing against my face and chest.

My cock was so swollen and hard as a mortar and pestle that it was about to explode.

What does she mean? Trying to give me a little love? I’m not that sexually impotent man, you barred, I don’t care.

With one hand, he rattled her face.

She’s got an itch to find a man to penetrate her, and she deserves it! It’s not like she hasn’t tried it before. Don’t expect anyone to take pity on her.

Kick her away.

She buried her head in her pillow and sobbed, her tears no longer fooling my feelings.

I leaned over and masturbated with her cock wrapped in her tiny boxer briefs, fantasizing that the tigress was underneath me, begging me for more and more love and mercy. Unable to withstand my powerful pounding, she loudly begged me to give it to her… I just won’t give it to you! I won’t give it to you at all!

The sheets were wet and clinging to my belly.

She faces the wall and sleeps with her knees bent, her body squirming slightly as her sobs turn to moans. Her fingers, transformed into tiny snakes drilling holes.

Fucking tigress! Fuck you!

(x) Confrontation

A tender heart and a thought.

Since I stopped keeping her in a cage and let her sleep in my bed, I have made love to her every night, wrapping her in a loving embrace. I didn’t force her, she had accepted it as her responsibility. Or, as I perceived it, she had unconsciously taken her responsibility as a right.

Last night, I didn’t stick it in her , and I want her to see me snatch it without giving it to her. It was the only means I had to punish her. No torture, no violence, and it’s amazing to think that I might have gone too far. Is this love or hate?

I, the master, did not dare to move, did not dare to towel the tigress a bit, just lying on his side, his cock stood upright, waiting for the dawn.

The tigress lay beside me, thinking I was asleep, gently, kissing the back of my neck, squeezing my shoulders, and I didn’t respond.

If her hand had touched my cock, I would have shaken her off immediately. But she wouldn’t dare move without my order.

Soon, she gave up, and lay prone on the bed, putting the pillow between her legs, clenching it tightly, her fingers in it, and went to sleep.

She had said that her fingers, dexterous as little snakes, burrowed into little holes and would find the most sensitive zones to make her happy, a way of holding her own for more than a decade with that unknown man of his.

Upon returning to me, I taught her to realize that the thing she needed most was not her fingertips. No matter how tightly she clenched her pillow, it could not replace the solid feeling of me inside her. As much as she had rejected my love, I was going to give her a taste of what it was like to give rejection.

By the time the first rays of sunlight hit the room, the idea had been set in motion. Whether she was willing or not, the tigress was my captive, and no one would forbid me to do anything to her. However, I realized that if she was reluctant, I could keep her skin, but never her heart.

A failed marriage proposal means she won’t give me her heart. And I have no worries, no need to hide anything.

The time has come for the final showdown.

I pat her hip, take away the pillow between her legs, and rouse her. She rolls over, her puffy eyes, watery, shining through her messy hair.

With the back of my hand, I gently brushed her nipples, feeling the coldness of the nipple rings. The nipples with the nipple rings were even more firm and hard, properly positioned and wonderful. The two perfect balls, rise and fall, anxious, as if needing a hand to support. Her lips were slightly open, her face was flushed, showing the lust that mesmerized me. I couldn’t help but try to seduce, twisting her soft body, holding her breasts, kissing a go.

She closed her eyes in anticipation of our tongues meeting and entwining, her fingers, already groping for the erect rod, wanting to tuck it inside her little pussy, and the old grudge of yesterday’s refusal to marry would be cleared up.

But I whirl around and let go of her, leaving her to stare at me with a disappointed look on her face.

“Oh, Master, no. Don’t do this to me.”

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. She takes advantage of the situation and jumps into my chest again, her face pressed against mine. Without stopping, I threw my arms around her and whispered in her ear, “Tigress, I’m going to take you to a place where there are some things that you should know. At that time, all the doubts will be solved.”

She opened her mouth and couldn’t close it, wondering what I was up to.

She watched me dress and took the leather collar that hung up over the bed down again and put it on for her. She didn’t ask why, just ran her hand over it, adjusting the looseness and tightness, and I let her.

She wanted to wear something to cover her body, but all she had was those sexy little triangle panties and a robe. I thought for a moment, but put a T-shirt over her that I thought was too big for her, and then signaled her to raise her arms, her nipple rings moving in rhythm as her breasts pulled upward. Her armpits were clean and hairless, adding to the sex appeal. I was really satisfied with her naked body in front of my eyes.

The length of the T-shirt just covered a pair of her buttocks, and her legs were slightly shaking, as if she had a premonition that something unusual was about to happen. I gently patted her ass and comforted her, “What’s wrong, tigress? Not used to wearing clothes? I’m taking you out, you can’t be naked.”

She shuddered even more as she listened, her breasts jutting out from her T-shirt, her two nipple clits and nipple rings about so visible that if she had been given a peyote ring to put on, it would have jingled.

I held her like a comforting child and calmed her down. Pulled a handful of her long hair out of the collar of her T-shirt and ran a comb through it. She begged me for a handkerchief and pulled back her hair.

I took her hand and led her down to the basement, where I found her refining strip in her cage and snapped it onto her collar.

“I’m sorry, I was just afraid you’d gotten lost.” I didn’t dare to say I was afraid she’d run away, because when I take a tigress out on the street once, as soon as I step out of the door, a lot of things are unpredictable, and it’s better to be on the safe side.

I scrutinized her from head to toe. She showed two round, snow-white thighs, and a pair of bare feet.

It never occurred to me that a tigress would one day have to wear pants and shoes, but with both a t-shirt over her upper body, sitting in the car, the t-shirt would shrink up and her lower body would be uncovered. I didn’t want anyone who would have any chance of spying on my woman’s private parts, so I pointed to the dozen or so pairs of tiny boxers hanging up and asked her which one she preferred to wear.

“Master, it’s never you who picks for me.” She said.

“Will you wear that one for you if you like that one yourself.”

She pointed to my favorite G-string style, which is a small, semi-transparent triangular cover-up in the front, with a crotch as narrow as a string that strangles the groin in the back and nestles in, so that you can’t see it, and in the back, you can just see your butt cheeks, and you can’t see to put on the pants. I deliberately buy her two sizes smaller, pants and crotch will strangle deeper and tighter.

She was a little startled when I removed the little boxers and half-kneeled in front of her feet, pulling back the elastic at the front of the pants.

I’m going to put it on her myself. The intention of the mind was to think that her ass didn’t have to be bare. Though, the intention when buying these little boxers was to have that tiny, tiny fabric to outline her bare bottom.

Last night, when she dressed me in those sexy lingerie to make her naked body my temptation, I wasn’t in the mood. Now I am putting on the sexiest lingerie for her, to wrap her naked body, without any evil thoughts or lust. But when she puts on these little panties, they will accentuate the beautiful curves of her body. No matter who she is, it will make my cock so hard that it will poke through my pants soon.

I was lost in thought, and she didn’t know what I was thinking, but I’m sure she didn’t necessarily think that way back when she was putting her son’s pants on.

“Mother fucker, lift your leg.” I grabbed her calf and lifted it up before she complied, holding onto my shoulder, lifting her leg and slipping her foot into her little boxers.

The pubic hair is curly and long, but I keep trimming it so that it only covers the pubic mound, but the pussy is in full view. Why would the old man pull out her pubic hair when he could just trim it for her? He has no love for his own daughter. I’m different, but can the tigress see how hard I work for her?

Lift up the hem of the T-shirt, you can see clearly for her panties pulled up or not, just to cover the black furry triangle. Touching the G-string groove of her ass, my finger touched the center of her ass, and it immediately tightened up like a mimosa, but then loosened up again. The entrance is small though, and my cock has been unable to break in.

My finger plucked at the G-string and inserted itself into the ass-hole. I couldn’t stop developing her rear end since she’d returned, and although she was standing and I hadn’t used lube, I’d been able to get my finger in quite a deep position.

Now, not the time to play with her ass. Finally, I would enter through her back door and plant my flagpole in the last inch of her collar.

She refused to give me her future, and I was about to revisit our past with her. Thinking about it, my heart pounded unexpectedly. Chills, coming from all directions.

Do not tarry any longer, move at once. A winter sunrise shot in where the gate opened. The tigress took a deep breath of fresh and cold night air. Leading the tigress, he quickly walked up to the minivan parked in front of the gate.

On a small farm not far away, fate awaits us.

(x) Confrontation (concluded)

It was summer when the tigress got me back, and in a flash, winter came. Along the way, she watched the roads she passed. What she saw were bald trees, harvested fields, and stalks resting in bundles in the center of the field for winter food for the animals. When I turned onto an idyllic path, the déjà vu made her look nervous.

The destination of the trip was our old home, the old man’s farm. As we drove in, she covered her mouth and let out a loud “wow”.

“Tigress, here we are. This place shouldn’t be strange to you.”

I opened the door for the tigress, wrapped her in felt and carried her out of the car. The ground was a muddy mess of rotting leaves, and it was hard for her to walk barefoot, so I carried her inside the farm. Once upon a time, we had lived here, the old man had raised pigs and chickens and grown a few vegetables, it had been abandoned for a long time, but there was still a lingering smell of livestock and fodder that we should all be familiar with.

He made a roaring fire, put the felt by the fire, and sat there to warm himself. The tigress stood there as if she had been shot, her whole body trembling. I pulled her over to me, pulling on the strips, and made her sit beside me.

Undoing the refining strips, he took her cold carcass in his arms and thawed her out. But she stiffened and didn’t lean in.

We watched the sparks fly in the furnace. It took a long time to break the silence.

“Motherfucker, you know who the fool is that proposed to you.”

She didn’t answer, as if she hadn’t taken in what I said, and suddenly broke away from my arms vigorously, got up, and, trembling, walked over toward the pigsty, saying, “Why did you bring me back here? It is a more horrible place than hell.” She covered her face with her hands and wept.

She pointed to one of the benches the old man had used to kill the pigs and muttered, “He hasn’t thrown it away, it’s still here.”

“What did you say? What did you say about the bench?”

The tigress then turned to me and said, “Back in the day, your daddy raped me right here on this very bench.”

“You know who I am?”

“I already knew that.”

“You… you already knew? When?”

“Saw your face the night you caught me in the act, and thought then that you were the old man. But you are too young to be him. However, not only do you look like him, but your gestures, behavior, and style have his shadow. But I’m not sure, and I don’t want to believe that my assumptions are true. Alas! ‘Like father, like son’ is a true saying. I escaped him, and fell into the hands of his son.” She could not stop shaking her head and sighing.

And I realized that she would have that look of surprise when I pushed her into the cage that night and she saw me head on. She paused for a second, trying to contemplate. Then she said, “Why do you hate me so much? It must be that old man who says so many bad things about me.”

“I… Why did you leave me back then? Do you realize how much I needed you?” I knew in my heart how the old man treated her. The seeds of my hatred for the tigress were, yes, planted by him. However, I was now completely on her side.

“What would you do if you were me? Do I have another way out? I was twenty years old and couldn’t take any more of his obscenities. Between suicide and running away, I chose to run away. At that time, I hoped to survive so that I could see you again, but I never imagined that seeing you again would end up like this…” She lowered her head, her tone of voice becoming more and more mournful, her voice getting smaller and smaller…

“But why did you allow me to abuse you, and why did you… and I… and I were in love. If you were in love with me, why did you… why did you refuse to marry me?” The words were stilted and questioning. It was because I still felt that she had made a fool of me, and I was still angry.

“You hated me enough to treat me that way. But then why did you ask me to marry you?”

“Because I… love… you… I didn’t know how to love before, that’s why I did those… those things. But I also know that you love me, so don’t play dumb, don’t deny it.” I rushed forward and tried to grab her by the bladder, to question her, to make her admit that she loved me too.

However, two arms like a thousand pounds, sagging, unable to lift. A moment of emotion, and anxious, tears out of the eyes, choking speech.

When she saw me so upset, she instead came over to me, wrapped her arms around me, and embraced me as we cried.

After a while, we calmed down and she spoke first.

“Injustice, what an injustice! What are you going to do to me?”

“As I said, I wish to marry you so that I can love you well and make up for what I owe you.”

“You know who I am and shouldn’t love me, and you still love me?”

“No. There are too many things in this world that should not be done. But I know one thing that should be done, and that is to take you as my wife, so that you may have a real man for a husband.”

She lost her voice and laughed. My face suddenly changed color, thinking she was making fun of me, and I turned red with shame and annoyance:

“Motherfucker, you’re making fun of me?”

“I’m not laughing at you. I’m… I’m laughing at the way things are made. I’m confused by you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I was raped by my father and taken in as a stepchild. I found a good man to take me in, a… what you call an impotent man. Now, my son first raped me, then fell in love with me and asked me to marry him. Ha ha ha!”

“I love you with all my heart. I could cut my heart out and show it to you. I’ll say it again, I love you and want to be loved. If you don’t love me, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m in no position to ask you to love me, just let me love you!” I said seriously as I swung my fist in the air.

“How could I not know how you treat me? You don’t have to dig your heart out to show me. Well, now that it’s come to this, I know what you want to do the most. Come on, I’ll give it to you now. You move the bench over to the fireplace and add some wood to it.”

I did as she said, and as she was adding firewood, she began to speak, “That night, one of those winter nights, the old guy’s eyes were fixed on my ass, and he suddenly pounced on me, ripped my clothes off, and pinned me down on the bench to fuck me in the back. I begged him to do whatever he wanted me to do, but don’t fuck me like that. He didn’t listen, instead he laughed lustfully. His cock was as hard as a boy’s and he pushed it right in. I was in pain, resisting to the death, and I don’t know where I got the strength, but I broke free. Naked, out of the door. He thought it was cold outside, and I was stripped naked, could not run anywhere, did not chase out. I clenched my teeth against the bone-chilling wind and ran, running and crying, to escape from his clutches… Now, I’m going to give it to you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, didn’t know how to react, and stood frozen. She continued, “Do you have any rope? It’s going to tie my hands and feet, or I’ll jump off if you make me sore.”

Without waiting for me to respond, she went and found a piece of twine and handed it to me. In front of me, she lifted up her T-shirt and pulled it off her head. Two full breasts popped out from the upwardly pulled T-shirt, bounced a few times, and then came toward me. The two golden nipple rings were glittering with firelight. Then she turned around, stretched down her snow-white, young, thin arms, hooked the elastic band of her pants with her big fingers, twisted her slender waist like a snake, leaned forward, and slowly removed her little G-string panties, letting them fall to the ground, and took a step forward. The thong line below her waist disappeared, and what appeared before my eyes were curves that were completely naked for me.

She crossed her arms and stroked her breasts, her pubic mound, her kidneys down to her thighs, feeling her real.

I watched in fascination and emotion. My eyes brightened, and through the hot tears that framed them, I saw my mom. For the love of me, she was willing to bear the humiliation, suffer all kinds of unreasonable torture, humiliation mom. Looking at her back, tear-stained.

She ambled openly to the bench, her hips high in the air, her legs broken, and said to me, “Bind my legs tightly to the legs of the bench. Come on, what are you waiting for?”

After a slight hesitation, I did as she said.

I couldn’t bear to tie it too tightly, but she made sure I tied it as tightly as possible.

She had already put her long hair Well and tied a knot in the bundle with my handkerchief. She leaned back and said to me, “Bind my hands to the legs of the bench as well, and when you have done so, you can make love to me. When you do it, don’t listen to anything I say and don’t stop. Because I’m afraid that if it hurts too much, I’ll scream. Don’t be scrupulous, just do what you want, I must give it to you. Do it harder to get to the end of the thrust.”

She took the knot that held her hair, in her mouth, and bit it with her teeth. Her two breast globes, dangling like a chandelier, swung uncontrollably. Lowering her head, her face pressed against the bench, she closed her eyes and stopped looking at me. I squatted beside her, caressing her face, saying the most thoughtful, tender words I’ve ever said to a woman: “Do you really want me to do this?”

She nodded.

“By now, why bother?”

She wore an unwavering look of determination, and when a mother is willing to do something for her son, no one can stop her. Silent sorrow enveloped me, and I regretted that I had been too reckless and impulsive, and that I had wronged my mother without asking for a reason. Facing her, I said a sentence that had been on my lips several times and spat back into my stomach. If I don’t say it again, I am a son of a bitch.

“Motherfucker, why are you being so nice to me? I don’t deserve your love. I don’t know how to repay you, allow me to call you mom. Okay? Mom, I love you.” I couldn’t stop choking and whimpering. A man bleeds without tears, but it’s okay to cry in front of mom, right?

Tears welled up in her red, swollen eyes even as she cried, nodding to me to show her understanding. The only woman in the world who would do that is a mom, unconditionally forgiving a man who had abused her like that.

She kept her posterior with an unbelievably strong will, and even if I had used strong-arm tactics, I couldn’t have gotten away with it.

Now, she has voluntarily offered herself to me like a sacrifice. Then all the grudges and resentments should be wiped away.

It was the most sacred and solemn scene of my life! She was naked before me, bound to the bench, tame as a little lamb. Ass high in the air, waiting for me to enter the place that seemed to be reserved for this moment. This was the world’s greatest, purest motherhood, and for me to stand there clothed felt like a desecration of the occasion.

It would be an insult to her to look at her incomparably beautiful naked body and not do anything about it. I quickly took off my clothes and knelt behind her, admiring with reverence the pair of asses that belonged to my mother, and prophetically repenting of my sins.

The fireplace shadowed these beautiful, beautifully shaped ass cheeks. My palm couldn’t resist a gravitational pull, and I pressed it gently against the slippery skin, caressing it affectionately.

I had played with it and examined it with disdain, and handcuffed her hands and made her kneel before me, buck her ass, and beg me to wipe it for her. And again, I used to beat it until it was hot and red and swollen, an unjustified punishment for her.

I am saddened by the absurdity of what I have done to my mother, and it is I, the ungrateful son, who should give the punishment. If my poisonous hand has left invisible wounds, I would like to soothe them with my kisses.

Having not washed her ass since last night until today, a fishy, slutty smell came right over me. No matter what the smell is, as long as it’s her smell, I won’t mind. Even if she’s dirty, I’m willing to lick her clean.

Her ass wiggled in response to the pleasure of licking her asshole and little. And my cock, slowly, in waves, swells, hardens, rises, lifts, raises, and gives the highest salute to my beloved mom.

I peeled back her ass cheeks, blew back the hairs, and a bright rose opened up for me. I was too compassionate and in love to force my way in, and with the daily use of lubricant, I still couldn’t get my finger all the way into her narrow hole.

Never stick my spine in her without a head like the old man did. I can imagine the pain she would have suffered. The only lubricant available was her little love juices.

I ruffle the folds of my labia and gently kiss them again, then insert two fingers in, one deep and one shallow thrust, and the lubricant I need drips down. Dip one finger in the love juice and insert it into her anus, slowly going deeper and deeper, and the anal opening slowly loosening. Inserting two fingers works just as well.

By now, I could hear her moaning in pain or pleasure, so I followed her order, ignoring it, and just straightened my cock, aiming it at the heart of the blossoming chrysanthemum, and said, “Mom, I’m going to thrust in. I’ll be accommodating, so please bear with me for a while if it hurts you.”

I backed up and plunged in.

I couldn’t see her face, I couldn’t see her reaction, I didn’t know if she was enduring or enjoying it. All she could think of was for me to enjoy the sight of her posterior. The muscles of her whole body, all loosened up, this is to use great willpower to be able to do. I knew that mom was doing this for me to expand the narrow path of her back garden as much as possible to accommodate my thick and intimidating cock. I went deeper and deeper, inch by inch, nothing could tell me to stop, plunging straight in until I couldn’t go any further.

Wave after wave of pleasure pounded her ass in rhythm with the pleasure. She arched her ass to meet my thrusts.

Her toned ass, trained for me to remove flab, was firm and resilient. It is still a good cushion for sex. Not only was it bouncy on the bed when I pressed it underneath me, but it was also very useful towards the sky. With each slap, my cock sent the ultimate pleasure I sought back through her tight cavity, spreading all over my body from behind.

Mom, you’re a natural for sex. I was touching the source of pleasure, actually, I should say, she was touching the best part of my life, and with the cock came a strange, thrilling sensation that rippled through me, unfolding and unfolding inside me, drowning me.

I’ve made love to the Tigress more times than I can count, and have had quite a few passionate encounters. But this was a different kind of love, astounding and earth-shattering. For, we, mother and son, met and recognized each other in the most open and honest form, and we both declared with abject sincerity that between heaven and earth there was this one true love that did not count old evils and gave itself completely. And her love, caught for me, loved me for no other reason than that she was my mother.

The wood from the fireplace, leaping and splitting with sound, warmed our bodies and souls. In the heat of the fire, I held my woman close, the woman who was truly mine. My weight on her back, both hands holding the falling globes of my breasts, fingertips, each pinching a firm nipple wearing a nipple ring. We let the flames baptize us, melt us, forge us into one, never to be separated.

She spat out her handkerchief and couldn’t stop crying out in a frenzy, mesmerizing me even more. Suddenly, she shouted loudly, want me to stop. I did not listen to her, a hot torrent of shooting out, but still continued to thrust violently, until both legs soft, cock numb, involuntarily shrinking, retreated. It was only then that I heard her gasp uncontrollably and say breathlessly, “Look, am I bleeding?”

Looking down, he was taken aback, blood was pouring down her bottom like a stream.

“What is it?”

“Miscarriage!”

“You’re pregnant? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I was pleasantly surprised.

“Yes, it’s your flesh and blood.”

“Oh my God… what should I do? What should I do?” My mind went blank. I didn’t know what to do.

“Take me to the hospital…”

Yes, I immediately untied her, wrapped her in a blanket, darted to carry her to the car, and sped toward the hospital at the limit of the car’s speed, ignoring the traffic finger.

The nurse examined me at the beginning and determined that it was a sign of miscarriage and that I should be given emergency care to stabilize the baby immediately. However, I had to pay the consultation fee and the hospitalization deposit. I came out with no money and had to raise money immediately.

When my mom was admitted to the emergency room, I whispered softly in her ear, “Mom, I’m going to get the money, and I’ll be right back. God willing, our baby will be saved.”

“Where do you get that kind of money?”

“I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

I hugged her tightly, held her hand, and kissed her passionately, unwilling to part until the doctor urged me again and again to let go.

Tearfully, I watched her wheelchair push through the door before I hurriedly left the hospital.

It’s been a dry wallet for months. The only way to get back to the hospital was to sell off the pawnable stuff, including the state-of-the-art surveillance camera system and computer, and run back to the hospital.

The lady at the service counter said, “The patient was discharged and her husband came to pick her up.”

“You are mistaken, I am her… her husband.”

“I’m sorry, sir, there’s no mistake, the record clearly says so.”

I went berserk and screamed through the hospital, rushing into wards and any corner I could find. Grabbing the nurses and doctors to get my tigress back from them.

(xi) Trail of the Tiger (Finale)

I was caught by hospital security and given a sedative by the doctor before I passed out. I was given two days of observation and confirmed not to be a psychopath before I was let go.

During my stay at the hospital, I pried into the whereabouts of the tigress. From the nurses, I surmised that it was the man who had picked up the tigress and taken her away. When she was admitted to the hospital, she was naked and wrapped in felt. A man brought clothes for her to change into and took her away. I inquired about the tigress and the fetus, but she refused to disclose it on the grounds of privacy and confidentiality.

I was released and immediately drove to the place where the tigress used to live, hoping to see her once, knowing whether she was safe or not would be enough. I waited there day and night for more than ten days, but I could not see anyone going in or out of the house, which caused the neighbors to think that I was loitering there with bad intentions and called the police to drive me away.

Waiting there obsessively is not an option, the tigress and the man will surely move far away if they don’t want to see me.

Where can I find my beautiful woman without a clue?

I lost hope and shriveled up. Trapped myself in a house all day long with walls plastered with nude pictures of tigresses. Even stripped naked and sat in the tigress’s cage, feeling what it was like to sit on the cold iron bars.

Doing so would pull me a little closer to her.

My life was a constant replay of the Tigress’s tapes – washing her, removing her armpits, trimming her pubic hair, combing her hair, checking her breasts, her little ones and her ass, making her do aerobics, making her pee standing up, and even watching her eat, poop and sleep over and over again. And, of course, the lingering shots of her making love to me on my desk at work, in my single bed, anywhere in the house within reach of the camcorder, all called to me with sweet warmth. Without those tapes, I’d already be pining away.

After months of not paying rent, the landlord evicted me. I shoved my simple belongings, the tigress’s cage, and her stuff into the minivan and moved to the farm where no seller was asking for a temporary place to live.

It’s been a harsh and long winter this year, and the power to the farm was cut off a long time ago. All day long, I sat by the fireplace and stared at the bench. When I got sleepy, I just lay down on it and slept.

As winter turns to spring, green leaves are sprouting and the frost is melting away. The honking of geese returning north woke me up from my hibernation, and when I stepped out of the farm, I saw that everything was coming back to life. I made up my mind that I could not be so disheveled for the sake of my tigress. I had said I would give her a real man for a husband. I would pull myself together, and perhaps, one day, the tigress would come back to her den.

I got a job at a nearby farm, doing menial work. I used to think that raising pigs and growing vegetables was a bad idea, but now I think it’s a “profession”. I bought a pair of earrings when I got my paycheck. I promised that I would do what I promised the tigress. Life is beginning to look forward to the return of migratory birds, the tigress will come back one day.

It was by chance that I saw a notice in an old newspaper, “Tigress Visits Owner”.

This was a few months ago, is there a scheme inside? But I can’t suppress my thoughts of the tigress, even if it’s a trap, knowing that there’s a tiger on the mountain. Call as instructed.

The man who answered the phone was a man, carefully worded, seemed extremely distrustful of me, and wanted me to prove that I was the one the Tigress was looking for before he would talk to me. Without thinking, I said, “The Tigress has one feature, she wears nipple rings! She has birthmarks on the side of her left breast and on her buttocks.”

The person on the other end of the phone seemed convinced and asked me to come to him immediately with all the evidence.

The address is where the tigress used to live. I was at a loss, I do not know whether it is good or bad to go. But it seems to hear the tigress in my ear calling me, want me to meet her, even if it is a mountain of fire will not stop me to drive to the meeting.

The man who answered the door was a man in his fifties, thought to be the sexually impotent man. I had contempt for him, but when I saw that he was not hostile to me, I was polite to him.

Without being polite, he said bluntly, “She’s waiting for you.”

I was stunned. He took me in without checking my identity. His home was decorated in a decent manner.

When he came to the master’s room, he said, “She’s been hanging on to you for months. She was in our sleeping room and didn’t know you were coming.”

It’s unbelievable that this is happening.

He knocked softly on the door and said, “Honeychild, the man you wanted to see is here.”

Where the door to the room pushed open, my obsessive dreamer, my tigress was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a maternity dress and knitting. She saw me and dropped the needle and thread in her hand to the floor in surprise.

The man gestured for me to go inside and closed the door behind me.

It was like a lifetime ago, but the tigress still wore a leather collar around her neck and a handful of long hair for me that hung over her chest.

I recognize the bow in my hair as my handkerchief. This is silent, and neither of us knows what to say.

I approached her and knelt down in front of her, kissing the anklets and calves she wore on her feet and burying my head between her knees. She stroked my hair and face, lifted me up and sat me down beside her in my arms.

My heart was in turmoil, my tongue was in knots, I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to kiss her, but I didn’t dare. I looked around, it was her and the man’s sleeping quarters. I sat on their large double bed with a pair of mandarin duck pillows and a quilt. There was a picture of him and the man on the wall. The eyes of the man in the picture seemed to be watching me. I didn’t dare to do anything rash, but our faces were slowly coming closer together, and her breath was coming faster and faster.

“Kiss her? Not kiss her?” My heart hesitated, my whole body so hot it burned like fire.

She looked up and tilted her head, her delicate jade hand, stroking my smooth shaven chin, and said compassionately, “Look at you, your face is maltreated, even your chin is pointed.”

I gave her a peck on the lips with a piece of my lip to test her reaction. Her lips were warm and moist, not open, not opposed. I got bold and hooked my arm around her neck and planted a kiss. She shyly looked at me, slightly retreat, don’t head away, but immediately closed her eyes, face up, blush, let me catch up with her mouth, on the ingesting not to let go.

I know the tigress is not in a cage, but is already my person.

My hands returned to their true colors, always wanting to feel all over the tigress. Not caring if the man would barge in, I dove into her skirt, going inch by inch, measuring the extent of my territory.

After we met, she was a little more shy, was it the rustiness of being away? Or was it the awkwardness of recognizing me?

I don’t care, I just love seeing her like this. I’ve done a hundred things to her, just to see her shy expression. I can’t even do that, and right now, she’s like this, pressed up against my chest. Mom, I’m going to love you with all my might, and I hope that this chest of mine is where you’ll always be.

The palm created the bridgehead easily at her knee and soon stayed there and continued to push in. Her thighs were slightly parted so that I could caress her inner thighs and make long drives to the nodes. Through her panties, I pressed my fingers against her labia and tickled them. Then slipped down the front of her pants to feel underneath to make sure she was already trickling with lust. Just work my way up again, rubbing back and forth across her bulging belly.

She turned her head sideways to avoid my kiss. Her lips were already red and swollen from my kisses. She freed her mouth, drew in a breath, lowered both eyes, and spoke to me in a petulant manner, “This is your child.”

“Great. Just wonderful. Thank you, for saving our baby.”

“He was just like you, punching and kicking me at six or seven months old.”

“When he’s born, I’ll teach her a good lesson and make him say sorry to his mom.”

She made me laugh, and I’ve only understood what a sense of humor is since Mother Nature came into my life. With the same dad, our personalities are vastly different. The tense, rusty atmosphere from earlier was swept away.

My fingertips continued to search up her skirt, giving me a feel for her nipples and nipple rings. I was not partial to either breast, touching each, but I gently pressed my hand against her right one, rubbing and fiddling with it from time to time. Her cleavage was deep in the right breast globe. After many comparisons, I determined that the right one was a tiny bit larger than the round left one.

Her head rested on my shoulder, soaking in the warmth and romance of family life.

We had a heart to heart, and coincidentally, at the same time, we opened our mouths and asked the same question, “Where have you been?”

She starts with her story:

“On that day, I knew that you had been unemployed for six months and were having a hard time making ends meet, so where was the money to put me in the hospital. In order to save our blood, I asked the hospital to inform my ‘husband’. He came, insisted on taking her to the best hospital and promised to leave a message for you. We both know he didn’t leave a message. He sent me to one of the best hospitals with the most renowned doctors and recuperated there for over a month. He stayed with me all the time and took me out of the hospital only after I had settled down. I kept asking him to find you. But he said that you had moved house and the farm was unoccupied. And the newspapers had been looking for you for months, but there was no response…”

I also told her what happened to me.

After we heard the story of Sagata, it turned out that we were attached to each other and looking forward to the day when we would meet again. We couldn’t help but embrace each other, kissing and caressing each other to celebrate the long goodbye.

But as I looked forward, the shadows were heavy. A big question in my mind: “What if I find the tigress? Can I take the tigress? Will she be willing to come with me. What will happen to our children tomorrow?

Will she have a father and no mother, like me? What does her so-called husband know about us? Will they leave us alone?”

“Mom, come home with me now.”

“This is my home.”

“Come back with me to our home. If we don’t have a home, we’ll create one, for you and me and our children. But I’m just a poor boy, all the old man left me was a deserted farm, I have nothing, you follow me through a lifetime of poverty. Stay here and live without worry.”

Speaking here, she suddenly propped up her waist with one hand and let out a cry, saying, “Your son kicked me again, my son is always at odds with me, and it is destined that I will have to eat my son’s sufferings in my life.”

“What? It’s a son?”

“The ultrasonic scanner said so.”

“Great!”

“So, you want a son and a mom who doesn’t want a son?”

“Not really! I’ve learned to think for you and don’t want you to suffer for me.”

“I’m not afraid of any pain if you stop electrocuting my nipples.”

“None of them are afraid?”

She shook her head and said, “Actually, I’m not even afraid of electric nipples. The biggest fear is that what you have for me is not real but fake.”

“Am I still a human being when I go and cheat even my mom’s feelings?”

A tigress is really a tigress, not afraid of any difficulties and always has the will to overcome the circumstances. I think, there is true love, more useful than glory and wealth. So it was me who was trapped, I couldn’t fly out of the “love gate” of the tigress.

had, without realizing it, given her an invisible rope to hold me firmly in place.

“But what about my husband?” Her words brought me back to reality.

“I’ll be right out, negotiating with him.”

She tugged at my sleeve, looking dismayed, and said, “What do you want to do to him? I know you are prejudiced against him and look down on him, but he is a good husband who thinks of me in every way! He has been very kind to me, so don’t make things difficult for him.

Won’t you be upset if I say so?”

“Couldn’t you leave him?”

She shook her head and said grudgingly, “You won’t understand how I feel. If you love me, please be considerate and just don’t get rough with him or tell him to be too difficult.”

The mother tiger’s feelings for the man who has shared his bed for more than ten years are not shallow. She was afraid that I would be reckless and make a big mess. Nine months ago, I would have punched him and snatched the tigress away.

“I know how to do it. But I’m trying to figure out how much he knows.”

“Don’t worry, all he knows is that I stole a young man and eloped.”

What the tigress and I do is unspoken and unspoken. However, the more the man knows, the harder my negotiations will be.

“Mom. Don’t worry, it’s okay, I’ve learned a lot about life these days and I know how to handle it.”

I lifted her head and stroked the temples of her hair, warmly but firmly. Her eyes darted from side to side for a moment, fixing on me. In her eyes, I see hope and apprehension. With a soft kiss behind her ear, I push out the door.

I was about to do the most preposterous thing in the world, negotiate with a man to marry his wife to me. The person I was negotiating with was sitting in the living room with a crumpled face. Without waiting for me to speak, he said, “When she came home, I expected today to finally happen.” He didn’t look me in the eye.

“Thank you for being so nice to her.”

“I should be the one to say that. She is with you and it makes her happy.”

My heart skipped a beat, what was the implication of that? Was it rhetorical or was it true.

“I’m happy too…” seemed to be the only thing I could say in response.

“My wife has been depressed since she came back. She seemed like a different person, wearing nipple rings and collars all day and refusing to take them off. She asked me to make sure I found a man called ‘Master’ who was the father of a piece of flesh in her womb. He didn’t really mind her having an affair, but he knew he couldn’t keep her. I believe she has told you about me. More than ten years ago, my ex-wife got pregnant by her lover and left after giving birth to the baby. I raised her as my own. But I couldn’t satisfy my wife sexually. She has been aggravated for more than a decade and I am grateful. She’s still young and can’t stay with me for long…” Here, his voice was hoarse and he could say no more.

“Let’s get right to the point, I want to take her, what are your terms?”

“My friend, I didn’t know my wife would be hooked on you. But it’s hard to take back the restored water, so I’m giving her to you. You must treat her well after this. If she loses a single cold hair, beware I’ll kill you.”

I thought to myself, “Don’t worry about it. I take good care of my tigress’s fur. I brush her hair every day. Do you know how to serve her? Her armpit hair is an eyesore, so it’s a good idea to take it off. Her pubic mound is thicker than before, thanks to the brandy I’ve been pouring on it, see? I’ll count her pubic hairs one by one when I get back. If there’s a hair missing, I’ll have to come back and settle the score with you.

“Okay, I’ll make sure to promise you that.” I reached out to shake his hand in a gentleman’s agreement, but he didn’t shake my hand.

“The long and short of it is to pick her up tomorrow. Tonight, let her say goodbye to her daughter.”

“Thank you, I’ll be here first thing in the morning. Please tell her I’m leaving first.”

This man, I began to sympathize with him and pity him. Still, I despised him. He’s not a man. He’s too good for his rival. I’ll never be as generous as him, giving up my woman to a rival. Look at him, how can he give happiness to a tigress.

I don’t know how they spent their last night. I stayed up all night, walking around the house in excitement, envisioning our future. In the midst of all the excitement, there was also the fear that something might change and something bad might happen. Too good to be true.

Before the hour for me to welcome the tigress arrived, I waited at the door, bouquet in hand. Mom peered out the window, saw me, and beckoned me in. The man wasn’t there, so I didn’t have to be sad to see him off. She had several boxes of luggage that filled my minivan.

“All this stuff is yours?”

“It’s all clothing. I know I won’t have to wear any of it when I go back with you. But these clothes can’t be thrown away, they must be taken away.”

“I have to wear it sometimes when I take you out on the street, though I can’t wear it all…” I remembered how strange it looked to ask her to wear my T-shirt as a dress.

I held up the pregnant tigress and carefully waited for her to board the bus. She smiled at me.

I gave her a deep, long kiss and took off her leather collar. Touching her earlobes, I remembered to give her a pair of earrings.

“I promised to buy you a pair of earrings, and I haven’t forgotten. Look, the style is so rustic, I don’t understand women’s current styles. If you don’t like them you can leave them on.”

“It’s rare that you have the self-awareness, but it’s a token of your affection for me, and I’ll put them on now.” She put it on and faced me so I could see how she looked with the earrings on.

I shook my head for to my own taste, I stroked the nape of her neck, twisted the gold necklace and said, “This necklace is also too tacky, don’t wear it, I’ll buy you a diamond necklace later.”

“Diamond necklaces, I have plenty of them, no big deal, none of them are taken away. I still like to wear this one, and anklets and nipple rings to match.” Her hand on my hand, sincerely said.

What woman doesn’t like her husband to give her a diamond necklace? She dares to say this because she sympathizes with my meager ability and doesn’t want me to feel inferior. I was so moved that I was about to shed tears again. Mother, you are a good woman, I am fortunate to have found you in the sea of people, and I am aggrieved to have you married to me. The old man has committed so many sins, and I have also sinned deeply. I still can enjoy this ravishing blessing, it is all because mom has done so many good deeds and made a blessing.

I was so excited that I pulled my mom’s neck down, wrapped my arms around her waist, and kissed her passionately for a long time right there in the car, ignoring the passersby, before firing up the car.

As the car drove away, she couldn’t stop looking back at the old gateway, where, after all, she had spent more than a decade in peace and quiet.

While passing through the city center, I remembered something and parked my car in front of the specialized store that sold women’s underwear.

The salesgirl recognized me. I’m a big customer of hers.

When she saw that the tigress was carrying a big belly and hooking my arm in an intimate manner, she smiled and said to us, “So your wife is expecting a baby, that’s why she didn’t come to patronize us for so long. Your wife is, as you said, beautiful, fit, and a good match for you, you are so happy.”

That woman of mine was sweet to hear all these effusive words, and I could see it.

She continued to use her tongue to persuade me to buy something for my “beautiful wife”.

“This is a short drawbridge corset that concentrates fat in the breasts and prevents muscle growth in the arms and shoulders and back. It helps to close the belly after delivery. Because the chest is a drawbridge, make a concave shape. You can wear a bra. It is a popular way to wear a bra. There are not like to wear a bra can also wear, Mrs. You wear, you can not wear wearing a bra, convenient breastfeeding. When a woman breastfeeds her child, the most troublesome thing is to remove the bra and put it back on…”

Every word the salesgirl said was right on target. Speaking of which, I could already imagine my mom in this drawbridge corset. Her toned, voluptuous bosoms jutted out unobstructed from the center fabric of the corset. Combined with the deep cleavage that came from the support, and the small G-string panties. Before and after the four round meatballs, with support, walking, not bouncing, body maintenance will be a little better. And there are clothes on equal to the sexy effect of not wearing, my son when he likes, just hold mom’s big breasts sucking, I also share a piece of the pie with him. I was already mesmerized by that family scene. But, please, I didn’t damage my mom’s mammary glands when I pierced her nipples that day.

She’s got this one business, and it’s a done deal. I want the tigress to personally pick out the style and color of the corset, and add some sexy little panties along the way. She pinched my arm, whispered in my ear, “These intimate clothes, never you pick for me, buy for me, not wear to you alone to appreciate it. You buy one or two pieces is good, my underwear, if you did not throw away, should be more than enough to wear. Remember to save up in the future, your child will be born soon, there are a lot of things you need money for!”

I didn’t listen to my wife and dumped my money into a big purchase. She began to talk to me like a wife, controlling my use of money. But I justified myself by saying, “I am frugal in my self-support, but generous in honoring my mother. Besides, you were the one who just told me to make up my mind what to buy.”

Before going home, there was a detour to the town to find the retired doctor. He was the most learned man within a few hundred miles, and the government had sent him to be a marriage notary. The tigress heard me explain my intentions to the old gentleman and realized what I was going to do with her. She tugged on my sleeve, her face showing nervousness and unease.

“What do you want?”

“Don’t be shy, our sons are on the verge of being born, we asked the old gentleman to make up the marriage for us.”

Although the old gentleman is old, his memory is not bad, his ears are flexible, and he recognized the tigress and me at a glance. Look at her big belly, said with a smile: “Marriage, should be, should be. However, according to the formalities, to be announced in the town for fourteen days, no one objected, before the wedding can be held.”

“Mr. Lao, could you make it easier for me? You know that my wife has always been frail, heavily pregnant, and has had a miscarriage, so she should not travel… Please marry us now.”

The old gentleman shook his head, indicating that there was nothing he could do for me, and signed a marriage certificate for us that would take effect in fourteen days. When he handed it to me, he said solemnly, “Young man, promise to treat your wife well in the future.” And to my mother, “If that young man bullies you again in the future, come to me and I will stand up for you.”

I was so happy today, like a stimulant, that I got reckless and married my own mother in a haphazard way.

“As usual, you do things recklessly.” Mom seemed relieved and gave me a wink.

“Mom, last time I brought you home, I used some crooked tactics. This time, it’s an open marriage. With that man of yours as matchmaker. You might as well try marriage with me, and if you don’t like it, take the certificate back within fourteen days for a refund.” I made Mom laugh when I said that.

As we continued our journey back, my mom and I began to plan our family. I had a picture in my mind of my mom being pregnant all the time, with a bunch of tigers and daughters around her knees. The sweetness in my heart made me smile. When I looked at my mom, she was sitting next to me with the window open to let in the breeze. Her long hair was untied and her hair was blowing in the wind and coming towards me. On her face is the contentment and serenity of a pregnant woman. Some people say that the model of the famous painting “Mona Lisa” was a pregnant woman, and my mother’s smile and expression are a bit like hers.

Spring cold, I catch her hand, warm her. She turned her head and met my four eyes, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Mom, we’re almost home. Guess what I want to do the most?”

“You’ve had a bad heart for a long time, and it’s hopeless. I won’t guess.”

“No need for you to guess. I’ll do whatever I want to do. What I want to do most is make love to my new wife. We’re getting married by marriage and cavorting tonight.”

“How do I do it with a big belly?”

“There must be a way.”

“There must be a way to do it, by giving me a ride on top of you. Aren’t you afraid to give me the squeeze?”

“How about in the back? It’s okay to do it in the back.”

“You, you haven’t learned your lesson yet. Don’t even think in that way in the future.”

“I don’t want your ass, but…”

“Anyway, not the back…”

“So what? …” I whispered in her ear.

“I don’t want it.”

“Don’t this, don’t that, don’t need me, a real man, as a husband lo?”

“Don’t forget that you called me mommy. Remember the way you cried and begged me to Huai you called me mommy?”

“But I’m married, here’s the certificate, I’m your official husband, you’ll have to call me husband from now on instead.”

“I’d rather just call you master like I used to.”

“Good thing too. Tigress.”

“Yes. Master.”

“He that seduceth, seduceth himself by him whom he seduceth.”

Jean Baudrillard on John Fowlers’ The Collector. Jean Baudrillard on The Collector by John Fowlers.

“While the woman-child may go everywhere and conquer men by herself, causing them to lose their plans for fame and fortune and to turn into pussies, at the same time she will be conquered by men in this respect, and will no longer be able to develop or struggle… To put it more simply, she will make men love her, and she will make them confused, but when she loves them, she will be confused as well. “

Shen Congwen: Love and Desire

[End]

= Postscript:

This is a story that has two endings.

The original ending was that the tigress died in childbirth, a tragic end. Since this is a farewell article, I don’t want to be too sentimental, so I changed it to a happy ending.

However, this ending does not match the somber style of this article and may be the downfall of the whole piece, so please bear with me. Readers, please take what you like. If you don’t like this ending, you can pick up the context at the end of the tenth episode. Readers may want to let me know which ending they prefer. The author originally envisioned it as a tragedy, with a predictable orientation.

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But the lady at the service counter said, “Sir, I’m sorry, but your wife died.”

“You guys got it wrong.”

“I’m sorry, sir, there’s no mistake, she’s not alive. We’re sorry.”

I couldn’t accept this and went berserk, screaming through the hospital, grabbing nurses and doctors to get my bitch back.

The nurse took me to the place where the body was parked, and I unrolled the shrouded sheet, where the tigress slept peacefully. The blood stains on her lower body had been washed away, and her collar, necklace, and nipple rings had all been taken off. I hugged her stiff and cold body and said to her:

“Motherfucker, you’re not going to die, you’re going to wake up.”

She can’t hear me.

I picked up her naked body, caressed her and kissed her, tears dripping down her breasts.

I embraced her and prophetically repented of my foolishness and sin.