After the big reveal of our secrets, my best friend wants to be my master.

One evening, Lin Yige finally mustered the courage. She typed a line on WeChat, deleted it, rewrote it, deleted it again, and finally sent it: "Su Wanqing, are you free tomorrow afternoon? I want you to accompany me shopping in the city. I need your help with something. I promise it won't be troublesome, but it might be a little strange. Don't be scared, and don't ask too many questions, okay?" Less than two minutes later, Su Wanqing's reply arrived, her tone as calm and gentle as ever: "Okay, I have nothing to do. What new gadget are you up to this time? See you tomorrow." Lin Yige clutched her phone, her heart pounding, a mixture of anticipation and vague unease. The next afternoon at three, they met at the side gate of the school. Su Wanqing arrived first, dressed in a simple, light gray long dress, her long hair tied up in a neat bun. She exuded a quiet, cool elegance, standing under the shade of a tree like a faint ink wash painting. As she saw Lin Yige approaching, her gaze swept over her and paused slightly – Lin Yige was very different today: she was wearing an unusually loose, off-white long-sleeved dress that draped all the way to her ankles, with a high neckline. It was early summer, yet she was completely covered. Most striking was her expression: her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness, her eyes darted around, and she walked with extremely light, slow steps, as if enduring something. "Why are you wearing so much today? Aren't you hot?" Su Wanqing asked, her voice soft and a little puzzled. "I'm... a bit afraid of the cold..." Lin Yige bit her lower lip. "Let's walk down the less crowded path first, and go to the commercial street later, okay?" Su Wanqing didn't press further, only let out a soft "Mm." She walked quietly beside Lin Yige, her gaze lingering on her tense shoulders and stiff gait for a long time. They reached the tree-lined path outside the school leading to the park. The plane trees on both sides formed a dense canopy, and there were few pedestrians. Lin Yige took a deep breath, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would explode. "Su Wanqing, stand a little in front of me and block me, don't let anyone see," her voice trembled uncontrollably. "I... I have something tied on me right now." Su Wanqing's steps faltered. She slowly turned around, her gaze calmly falling on Lin Yige's face. "Tied with what?" "It's... silk rope," Lin Yige's face instantly flushed to her ears. She couldn't meet her best friend's eyes, staring at her own shoe tips, her voice urgent and ashamed. "I like the feeling of being bound by ropes, and I wanted to try wearing it out today. There's also a small thing, inside. I've already turned it on, and it's vibrating a bit. I'm afraid I won't be able to walk steadily, and I need you to support me, to make sure no one notices anything is wrong. Please, Su Wanqing, just this once, accompany me to try it, okay?" As she spoke, she slightly raised her arm. The wide sleeve slid down a little, revealing a section of her wrist – it was wrapped with layers of off-white silk rope, coiled tightly, leaving even pinkish marks. Her soft skin bulged slightly from between the ropes, looking both delicate and exuding an indescribable ambiguity and vulnerability. After saying these words and making this gesture, she felt her face was about to catch fire: What had she just done?! But it was done. She didn't pull her sleeve back up, just bit her lip, her gaze fixed on the ground, as if awaiting judgment. Su Wanqing's eyes fell on the rope marks, lingering for a few seconds before slowly lifting to look at Lin Yige. Her expression remained unchanged, no surprise, no disgust, not even curiosity, just a hint of realization in her eyes. "So that's it," her voice was faint. "No wonder you're walking so slowly, your legs are trembling." Lin Yige's face burned even hotter when she was so accurately described, tears almost welling up. Her voice was choked with sobs, "Yes, it's vibrating constantly, numbing me from my thighs to my waist. Every step I take, the rope tightens a little more. I'm afraid I'll fall, and I'm afraid my clothes will slip. Su Wanqing, don't be angry, don't think I'm a pervert. I can't control myself. I don't know why I like this..." "I'm not angry," Su Wanqing took half a step forward and naturally reached out, gently supporting Lin Yige's arm. Her fingertips, through the thin fabric, precisely pressed against the side of her waist – exactly where the silk rope was wound the tightest. "This is what you've always wanted, isn't it?" Su Wanqing circled back in front of her, squatting down to meet her gaze. Her fingers brushed away the tears and saliva from Lin Yige's lips, then she brought them to her own mouth and licked them gently, her eyes deep. "When you were hiding under the covers watching videos, secretly tying knots, what were you thinking? Were you thinking about being tied up like this? Tied so you couldn't move, tied so every rope dug into your flesh, tied until you couldn't breathe, and then someone could touch you anywhere and you'd come so hard you'd leak?" Lin Yige could only nod through her tears, unable to utter a single word. Everything Su Wanqing said was true, each point a secret buried deepest in her heart, something she herself barely dared to face. "Then keep kneeling." Su Wanqing stood up, sat on the sofa, and picked up her teacup again, her posture as elegant as if nothing had happened. "Kneel for ten minutes. No orgasms, no collapsing. For every drop of water you shed, I'll add ten minutes to your bondage." She paused, then took a small remote from under the coffee table and pressed a button. Something inside Lin Yige suddenly awakened – it was the vibrator from yesterday. Su Wanqing had put it back in without her noticing, and she was so tightly bound that her entire body felt disoriented, she hadn't detected it at all. Now, the small device began to vibrate from deep within her body, a low hum emanating from her core. Combined with the tightening of the leather straps, it stimulated her most sensitive areas from the inside out. "Ten minutes, starting now." Su Wanqing leaned back on the sofa, her gaze fixed on Lin Yige, a faint smile playing on her lips. Lin Yige knelt on the soft cushion, bound tightly by leather restraints. Her body was completely exposed, her most private parts simultaneously squeezed, rubbed, and vibrated from both the inside and the outside. She dared not move, dared not climax, dared not let a single drop fall. But her body refused to obey. Hot, wet fluid secreted continuously, flowing down along the leather straps, slickly tracing the skin of her inner thighs, and finally landing on the cushion, leaving increasingly damp marks. After only two minutes, she felt like she was about to break. Su Wanqing, meanwhile, simply sipped her tea, watching her as if observing a piece of art being slowly sculpted. Su Wanqing wasn't actually timing. She reclined on the sofa, her fingertips caressing the warm porcelain of the teacup, her gaze leisurely assessing Lin Yige. The girl kneeling on the cushion was flushed a delicate pink, a blush that spread from the tips of her ears down the curve of her chest. Beads of sweat seeped from her collarbone hollows, trickling slowly down the lines etched by the leather restraints. Her arms, held behind her back and suspended between her shoulder blades for too long, had begun to ache and swell. But that ache mingled with the persistent vibration between her legs, transforming into a strange pleasure, like someone was feather-lighty stroking her nerve endings, one by one, unhurriedly. The vibrator continued to hum. The low thrumming was muffled within her body, radiating outwards from its deepest point. Each pulse of vibration caused the leather strap pressed against it to resonate, the dual stimulation layering onto that most sensitive spot. A tingling sensation shot from her perineum to her tailbone, then climbed her spine to the back of her head. She wanted to clench her thighs, but her knees and ankles were secured by leather buckles. Her legs could only remain in a humiliating spread-kneeling position, unable to shield or hide anything. Hot, wet liquid continued to seep out; she couldn't control it. She could feel it slowly gathering into drops, sliding down the edge of the leather strap between her legs, slickly tracing her inner thighs, and finally landing on the cushion, blooming into a small, dark circle. One drop, then another. "That's two drops already," Su Wanqing's voice drifted down from above her, as light as if she were discussing something trivial. "One more drop, and I'll add another ten minutes. You do the math." Lin Yige bit her lower lip, desperately trying to clench her body. But the harder she tried, the deeper the leather straps dug in, and the more the vibrator was compressed, its vibrations seeming to grind directly against that spot. A whimper escaped her throat, and her body shuddered, another drop falling. "Three drops." "Don't... don't count anymore..." Lin Yige finally couldn't hold back, crying out, her voice soft and broken, thick with a nasal tone. "I really can't help it... it's vibrating too much... please..." "Please me for what?" Su Wanqing put down her teacup, leaning forward slightly, one elbow resting on her knee, looking down at her. "Please turn it off? Or please turn up the intensity?" "Thank you, Master." She knelt on the cushion, looking up at Su Wanqing. The bell on her collar had jingled softly when she was moving things, but now it was silent. Su Wanqing looked down at her, reached out to tuck a stray, sweat-dampened strand of hair behind her ear, then turned and walked back to the sofa. She retrieved a dark blue folder from a coffee table drawer and placed it on the table. "The moving is done. Now, we organize what's between us." She sat down and opened the folder. Inside was a stack of printed A4 pages. The title on the first page read: "Subservience Contract." Lin Yige straightened her kneeling posture, her heart beginning to race. She knew this was coming. Su Wanqing had mentioned it once before, saying she would write down all the rules before school started, and they would confirm them together. But seeing the document laid out on the coffee table now, she felt a different kind of weight – heavier than the collar, heavier than the ropes, heavier than any orgasm or punishment. "Come here and kneel properly. We'll read it together." Su Wanqing pushed the folder towards her, then slid off the sofa herself, also sitting on the floor. They were separated by the coffee table, their knees almost touching. "I'll read a clause, and you confirm it. If you have any questions, ask them now. If there's anything you can't accept, you can say so. This contract doesn't just bind you; it binds me too. Our relationship is reciprocal – you surrender power, and I bear responsibility." Lin Yige nodded, her gaze fixed on the first page. Su Wanqing began to read. "Clause One: Relationship Definition. Lin Yige voluntarily surrenders the right to control her body, manage her desires, and the primary authority over her actions during their cohabitation to Su Wanqing. Su Wanqing, as the dominant party, assumes the responsibility for protection, guidance, education, and care. This relationship is established based on voluntariness, sobriety, and mutual consent. Either party has the right to terminate it at any time." She finished reading and looked at Lin Yige. "Slave confirms. Slave is willing." Lin Yige's voice was steady. "Clause Two: Scope of Application. The contract's scope is limited to the interior of the apartment and non-public occasions when the two are together outside. On campus, in classrooms, at social events, and in any situation where a third party is present, the relationship automatically switches to that of equal close friends. Lin Yige has the right to refuse any instruction that makes her uncomfortable in any situation, without explanation. This right is not subject to the contract." "Slave confirms." Lin Yige's voice was even steadier. She had expected all the clauses to be "You must" and "You are not allowed," but the second clause was the opposite. Su Wanqing was leaving her an escape route, giving her the right to say "no," and it was written down, notarized. "Clause Three: Titles and Language Rules. During the contract's effective period and within its applicable scenarios, Lin Yige shall address Su Wanqing as 'Master' and refer to herself as 'slave' or any other title designated by Master. Su Wanqing shall address Lin Yige as 'you' or use intimate terms. The title rule shall not be enforced in public." "Slave confirms." "Clause Four: Core Behavioral Guidelines." Su Wanqing turned to the second page. This page listed several items in fine print. "4.1 During cohabitation, unless otherwise permitted by Master, Lin Yige shall remain kneeling or prone. She shall not stand up, sit down, or touch any furniture surface without permission. This does not apply when Master invites her to sit together. 4.2 Meals must be fed by Master or consumed by herself only after obtaining permission. Eating must be done kneeling beside Master, and the floor must not be soiled. 4.3 Matters involving changing clothes, using the restroom, bathing, or going out require prior request. Execution is permitted only after obtaining approval. If exceeding the allotted time, an explanation must be provided. 4.4 At least twice daily, Lin Yige shall proactively report her physical and psychological state – once upon waking, and once in the evening. The report must be truthful and complete, with no concealment of discomfort, pain, or negative emotions. 4.5 Under no circumstances is masturbation or touching sensitive body parts without permission permitted. A single violation will result in a minimum of 48 hours of orgasm denial." Su Wanqing finished reading this page and turned the folder to Lin Yige, letting her read it herself. Lin Yige went through it line by line, very carefully. Most of these rules she had already been following in their daily life; now they were simply written down and formalized. She could feel the intent behind each rule – not just restrictions, but a sense of ritual in handing over power. The stricter and more formal it became, the more she felt securely held. "Slave confirms all. But there is one point Slave wishes to ask." She pointed to the last sentence of Clause Four – the prohibition of masturbation. "Ask." "If Master goes on a business trip, or is not home, what should Slave do when she feels the urge?" She could feel the temperature of that fingertip, cool, with a hint of the chill from just coming inside, hovering there, not touching, not withdrawing. Her shoulders tensed tighter and tighter, the dull ache in her lower abdomen growing heavier. The vibration of the vibrator seemed to magnify tenfold, her legs starting to tremble slightly. She couldn't help but whisper, "Mas-master..." Su Wanqing's fingertip finally descended. Not pressing, but lightly scraping the edge of that pink mark. The instant her fingernail grazed her skin, Lin Yige shuddered, her legs weakening, almost buckling. Su Wanqing's other hand lightly steadied her elbow, and as soon as she was stable, she released her grip, as if the touch had been unintentional. "Kneel," Su Wanqing's voice was faint, devoid of emotion. "The collar is on the second handle of the shoe cabinet, adjust the rope length yourself. It's best if you can't lift your head." Lin Yige obediently nodded, took out the black leather collar from the drawer, and fastened it around her neck. The velvet lining inside the collar brushed against her newly burning skin, both itchy and numb. She attached one end of the short rope to the D-ring on the collar, and the other end to the metal hole of the shoe cabinet handle. With a "click," the length was just right. As she knelt on the floor, the rope would pull on the collar, forcing her to keep her eyes lowered, her gaze falling just on Su Wanqing's ankles and the hem of her loungewear pants. If she tried to look up, her neck would tighten uncomfortably. The moment her knees hit the floor tiles, a coolness seeped through her thin pajama pants. She instinctively flinched, and the rope immediately tugged the collar, making her gasp. The cold air inhaled into her lungs caused her lower abdomen to clench sharply, and the vibrator's buzz exploded. She quickly bit down on the silicone gag already in her mouth, swallowing the moan that rose to her lips. Saliva, however, welled up first, unable to be contained, and trickled down the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the backs of her hands clasped on her knees. Sticky. Shame made her shoulders hunch. She wanted to raise her hand to wipe it, but the restraints on her wrists held her immobile. She could only watch as the wet trail flowed down her fingers, seeping into the gaps between them. Su Wanqing was right in front of her, changing into loungewear. She first took off her outer windbreaker, the fabric rustling as it was hung on the hook by the entrance. Then, the buttons of her shirt, one by one, slowly unfastened. Lin Yige kept her eyes down, only able to see her ankles move, then her pant legs pulled up an inch, revealing a stretch of fair calf. Further up, the loose waistband of her loungewear pants, and the hem of her hanging shirt. She couldn't help but want to look up. The moment her neck moved, the short rope snapped taut, and the collar yanked hard on the back of her neck. It didn't hurt, just an ache. Her ears instantly turned red. Worse, this tug pulled her entire upper body, the waist restraints digging deeper into her flesh. The vibrator shifted angle inside, brushing against the most sensitive spot. Her hips involuntarily arched forward, her chest heaving violently. Saliva streamed down her chin more fiercely, dripping onto the floor tiles by her knees, soaking into a small, dark wet patch. "What's the hurry?" Su Wanqing's voice descended from above, with a hint of a faint smile. She moved her feet, walking to Lin Yige's side to change her loungewear pants. "Look if you want to. If the rope is long enough." Lin Yige bit down on the gag, shaking her head desperately. She didn't want to. Looking up and being choked was one thing, but being seen by Su Wanqing in her current tear-streaked, drooling state was even more shameful. She buried her face lower, her nose tip almost touching her knees. Then, in the next second, a cool shoe tip stopped about a centimeter from her kneecap. Lin Yige's breath hitched. She could see the off-white, soft-soled slipper, its tip smudged with a bit of dust from outside, just stopped there, unmoving. The muscles in her knees instantly tensed, hard as stone. She didn't even dare to breathe heavily, afraid that the rise and fall of her chest would brush against the shoe tip. One second, two seconds, three seconds... She counted her heartbeats. On the seventeenth beat, the shoe tip finally moved slightly, the soft fabric brushing against the prominent bone of her knee, lightly, like a feather's touch. Only then did Lin Yige dare to gasp, great gulps of air, her chest heaving. The restraints on her waist made her ribs ache and swell. The ache, mixed with the vibrator's numbness, shot from her lower abdomen to every limb. Her fingers clenched tightly, knuckles white, her body trembling slightly. She heard Su Wanqing's footsteps enter the kitchen, then the "thump" of the kettle being placed on the stove, the "click" of the ignition, the "whoosh" of the flame igniting. Su Wanqing opened the tea caddy, the tin lid popping open with a "ding." She watched, bored, and then suddenly realized that at some point, the vibration of the vibrator was no longer just a "sensation." It had become a tormenting itch, each pulse precisely rubbing against the same spot, making the roots of her thighs begin to feel damp. The wetness slowly seeped out, sliding down the inner thighs, past her knees, dripping onto the floor tiles, mixing with the earlier saliva stains. She wanted to clamp her legs together. The moment the thought arose, she moved. But the restraints on her legs had already spread and fixed her knees apart at just the right angle, not too wide, not too narrow. She couldn't clamp them. Instead, her movement caused the rope loop to dig deeper into her flesh, making the roots of her thighs ache and go numb. The wet marks spread faster. She was so anxious her eyes turned red, tears welling up and rolling down her cheeks, mixing with saliva, dripping onto the floor. Su Wanqing walked out of the kitchen, holding a cotton towel to dry her hands. As she passed by, her shoe tip stopped again. This time, it stopped on her calf. Lin Yige's body instantly tensed into a bow again. This time, Su Wanqing didn't immediately withdraw. The shoe tip gently pressed against her calf, slowly rubbing upwards, grazing the edge of her damp pajama pants, and stopping there, pressing down lightly. Lin Yige shuddered violently. A muffled groan was trapped in her throat by the gag, turning into a series of soft whimpers. Her hips twisted wildly, only to be yanked back hard by the collar.