Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 6

Chen Yang was taking Liang Yun to an afternoon tea gathering at a popular local cafe.

Once they arrived, Chen Yang found a parking spot but didn’t switch off the engine. Instead, he turned to look at Liang Yun in the passenger seat.

Liang Yun became slightly uneasy under his gaze. Dr. Chen, is there something you want to say?

Chen Yang chuckled softly. You really don’t remember me.

This time, it was a statement.

“Elaine.“

The name Chen Yang spoke so softly dropped like a thunderbolt, exploding in Liang Yun’s ears.

Elaine… Elaine…

That was the name Liang Yun had only ever used within that circle.

And speaking of that, she could only be considered a half-insider.

Long ago, Liang Yun realized she was different. Once, while wrestling with her first boyfriend, she was pinned on his desk and lightly spanked a few times for insulting his favorite basketball star. To her surprise, she became more aroused than she had ever been before.

From then on, the intense desire in her heart burned hotter and higher, like a runaway horse that could never be reined in.

She started cautiously learning about the BDSM community through texts and images. It wasn’t until she went abroad that an older schoolmate led her into the lifestyle.

She was only a “half-insider” because her few practice attempts were unsuccessful, almost always ending prematurely. It seemed physical punishment could never provide her with the necessary level of excitement. The paddles and canes brought only pain, never pleasure.

Liang Yun couldn’t explain why this was.

In her heart, she yearned to be forced, bound, and humiliated; to completely surrender herself to one person to be gently kissed externally while being possessively dominated internally, cherished and abused in the same moment. In the quiet of the night, she had role-played countless times in her mind, consistently reaching climax.

Yet, the moment a real Dominant  S stood before her, reality shattered her beautiful fantasy like a broken mirror, twisting her desires into distorted images. Her arousal would instantly evaporate.

And a professional S, seeing a submissive (M) who was dry and unresponsive in their hands, felt extremely frustrated and would never force things. That wasn’t S&M; that was abuse, and it was looked down upon by the community.

Naturally, no one wanted to claim an M whose body was so uncooperative.

So, Liang Yun decided to just leave the circle.

Before quitting, she went to a club in Vegas. The club owner was the husband of the schoolmate who had brought her into the community. They had finally achieved their Master/slave relationship, and many fellow enthusiasts came to celebrate.

It was Halloween, so the BDSM gathering was held as a masquerade ball.

Liang Yun wore a half-mask adorned with black feathers and a matching high-necked, form-fitting dress. This style of clothing actually accentuated her figure more than a low-cut neckline. Her proud swan neck and perfectly round bust looked sensually inviting beneath the tight fabric. The skirt wrapped around her hips, falling just to her knees, highlighting the straight lines of her legs that disappeared into a pair of low-cut riding boots.

Vegas was an early adopter of legal recreational cannabis. Her schoolmate and her foreign husband had prepared plenty of “laced” treats to “reward” their guests.

Out of curiosity, Liang Yun ate a few cookies.

Within minutes, the objects in front of her began to magnify, the surrounding music grew deafening, and her heart started pounding so hard it felt like it would tear itself from her chest.

She turned and headed for the bar to ask for a glass of water, but after only two steps, she was blocked by a blonde man at least twice her size.

Excuse me. The pain throbbing in Liang Yun’s temple was severe, and she really wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. She just wanted to walk past him without engaging.

The man refused to move, placing a large hand on Liang Yun’s shoulder before abruptly sliding it down to the junction of her waist and hip and roughly kneading her butt twice.

Liang Yun snapped. This was blatant harassment! In a well-regulated venue, hosts strictly prohibited casual solicitation between guests.

Liang Yun forcibly suppressed her temper, not wanting to cause trouble for her schoolmate. She shoved the man away hard, pointed a finger menacingly in the air at him, and turned to look for a DM (Dungeon Monitor) to maintain order.

But the bar was filled with people dancing wildly, and with everyone in disguise, finding the monitor was incredibly difficult.

The blonde man clearly didn’t care about Liang Yun’s silent threat and moved to harass her again. An Asian girl, only a third his size, would be far too easy to control.

Liang Yun snatched a drink from a nearby table, clutching it in her hand, ready to splash it into the bastard’s face when he approached again.

Before she could raise her arm, it was pushed down by someone else.

A man’s arm. An Asian man wearing a formal suit.

Liang Yun was startled and turned to look at him.

Chen Yang was wearing thin, gold-rimmed glasses, and his expressionless face couldn’t conceal his authority.

Feeling brave? 

Wandering here without the Master’s permission.

Chen Yang spoke to Liang Yun in English, then looked up at the blonde man.