They haven’t seen each other in a month. Tonight, they meet again.
赵深
Shen sits behinds his desk as usual, mulling over a purchase decision. In the world he is known only as Shade. He is an information broker. His decisions affect everything, from elections to the stock market. He doesn’t like to leave his space. Nothing is out of place or extraneous. A glass of water next to him. A small computer powering a large screen in front of him. A single power cable. The wall on his left is covered in books. The opposite wall plastered with art bought at auction. Behind him is the door to his office. He sits in a comfy brown leather chair. His desk smack in the middle of it all.
The wall in front of him is covered with computer screens, perfectly aligned with the top of his main monitor. Each screen is tied to an algorithm Shen wrote himself to help him make high-level decisions easier. It’s brilliant, really; let computers process raw information into actionable markers, produce a probability matrix of likely outcomes, then decide how to move forward based on nothing but your gut and experience. It’s thrilling to make a decision that affects the lives of millions of people or the fate of a politician. He makes dozens of decisions like that every day.
Shen is former military, born into a family of diplomats. He grew up on army bases and embassies. His father was harsh but fair. He showed him how to apply pressure without using force. Shen has turned his father’s game into something else entirely. He is feared the world over. Shen fears only thing: his love for Yu. It makes him feel vulnerable. He hasn’t seen her in a month and that fact makes him uneasy. He feels a constant longing for the smell of her skin and the sound of her voice ringing in his head. He feels his skin tightening thinking about touching her again. His hunger for her has awakened again.
He decides to leave the office to work out. It’s the only way to temporarily disable his longing for Yu. He lifts 180kg clean from the floor and looks in the mirror. He is the very definition of strength. Not overly muscular but the kind of strength that only becomes apparent when you are close enough to feel its pull. Shen has trained himself to be unassuming. When he does walk out the door he’s invisible until he makes his presence known. He lifts his shirt to admire his abs, glistening from sweat.
俞谨睿
Yu is a renowned mathematician and designer. She’s created a process that can be tracked and measured to improve business outcomes and has become filthy rich because of it. She enjoys finding ever more ways of increasing her wealth. Numbers on a screen are to her what piano keys are to Mozart. She sees patterns that others just don’t. That talent has served her well.
She’s now flying across the Atlantic to see her boy, Shen. It’s been a month since she last saw him. How the two met is a story for the ages. She was sat beside him at a fancy dinner party in the Alps. It was invitation-only, a perk of being rich. She was wearing an emerald green dress with golden earrings and Shen was the only one who didn’t peek at her tits. She found his mind a beautiful and wondrous instrument that demanded more and more attention from her. When Shen offered to take her out she was giddy and said yes right away.
The plane she’s on is no ordinary plane. She’s flying in the Gulfstream G700, an 80 million dollar private aircraft that’s essentially a penthouse in the air. It’s got a spa, a master bedroom, full dining area, ambient lightning and ultra quiet cabins. It’s perfect to work and fuck in. She uses it to fly from Shanghai to New York and back. She’s reading a book on Prime Numbers but her mind can’t stop thinking about Shen. She feels he’s thinking of her too. The thought sends a shiver up her leg.
The Arrival
They agreed to meet in Aspen to go skiing, but Shen has something special planned for her. He didn’t want to divulge any details, which annoyed her a bit, but knowing Shen, it’ll be amazing. She arrives at her new domicile for the week overlooking a beautiful valley. There’s a package on the bed with card on top of it. She reads it. “Wear this”. Shen has never been a man of many words, but just two is a bit of a gut punch. She was hoping to read something tangible, something meaty, to curb her craving for him a bit.
It’s a gorgeous red dress that goes well with her black her. He had hand picked her a pair of red-lacquered Louboutins. The whole package smells of her mildly of her favourite perfume. She thinks to herself, “Overdoing it a bit on the red, Shen? What do you have in mind?” The lingerie set is all lace and black, and obviously a perfect fit. She does her hair and make up and dons herself in the dress. It’s time to go meet Shen at a party she’s expected to be.
She arrives at the most expensive villa in town. A towering monster of a villa fit for royalty. She arrived by Aston Martin and her driver. It’s only fitting of her stature. It’s a black tie event. She walks into the great hall and sees that every woman is wearing … white. This tickles her. Everybody looks at her when enters the space with a mix of admiration and shock. Shen knows Yu likes making a statement. To Shen, Yu is a work of art that the world should appreciate for all her beauty. Yu, an artist herself, isn’t a stranger to attention. She adores it, feels aroused by it. Shen’s pushing all the right buttons …
She is greeted by the Duke of York and offers her hand. The Duke remarks, “You look lovely, Yu. What a pleasure to have you here today.” She responds, “The pleasure is all mine, sir.” She glances across the room in search of Shen. Knowing Shen he’ll stick out like a sore thumb too. The Duke attempts to make pleasant conversation with her but her mind is set on finding Shen in the masses. “Excuse me, Duke, I’m needed elsewhere”. She takes her leave to find Shen.
Shen was looking down on the whole scene from above. He sips his whiskey as he looks at how she’s navigating the ballroom. He’s wearing the perfect black suit and white shirt. He looks immaculate. Perfectly modelled hair, cufflinks, black shoes that have never been worn before. He screams “new money”. The real draw is that he’s not wearing a tie. His chiselled chest is slightly visible. Nobody’s dared to do this at this event, but he’s caught many eyes trying to catch a peek.
Yu’s making conversation with some royalty from Norway while scanning the ballroom for Shen. Shen comes up to her from behind and asks a single question, “May I have this dance?”. His balmy voice fill her ears, reddening them instantly. She turns and smiles, “Of course”. She extends her hand to be taken away. The music begins to swell and Shen sweeps Yu off her feet. The whole room watches them in awe before they attempt to do the same. The entire room disappears from view as long as Yu is looking into Shen’s eyes.
When they stop he keeps a hand on her back to lead her to a back room. “My love, good to see you again.” Yu is struggling to find the words after that powerful display of mastery. She chooses to punch him in the shoulder instead, a playful way of communicating that she enjoyed the dress theatrics. The space fills quickly with Shen’s tremendous presence. It’s getting more difficult to breathe. He touches her stomach briefly. The pressure makes her blush. “I own the building now, thanks to a play I made. Meet me at the observatory in the highest tower at 1am. I will send everyone home before then.” Then he left, leaving her without words to say of her own.
Yu is still reeling from her encounter with Shen. Her mind is drowning in his overwhelming presence. His aura is intoxicating. Her mind now focused on only one thing: pleasing him. Which is against her nature. She enjoys being in control. But when it comes to Shen, she can only think of being his plaything, of submitting to his every whim. It’s been a struggle for her to come to terms with her submissiveness. Occasionally she tries to fight back, but Shen always manages to come out on top. She adores him for it.
The Tower
She arrives at the tower by herself. Nobody’s here. The floor to ceiling windows fill the space with moonlight. A voice speaks to her, “Welcome Yu, how can I be a service? Should I turn the lighting on?” Its’ Shen’s “Butler AI”. It controls every aspect of the house. “Yes please, turn on some mood lighting.” The space fills with a magnificent warm glow. She’s shocked at what she sees now in front of her. The space has art on the wall from her favourite artists. One wall is a bright yellow, her favourite kind. There are plants here that are rarer than gold. One with a flower that blooms only once in a decade. Yu loves botany. It’s her favourite special interest aside from her work as a designer and mathematician. She looks towards the king sized bed.
On the wall behind the bed are different types of toys … Floggers and whips made of leather. She sits in the Eames chair to soak up the room. She swirls around in it a bit, biting her lip thinking of what scene Shen has in store for her. He’s late and she’s annoyed. She gets up and looks at herself in the large standing mirror. Her gorgeous red dress looks divine on her. She looks at her backside and lets the dress slip off from her. Shen’s voice appears from a hidden speaker. “Kneel in front of the mirror and place your arms behind your back.” She complies immediately.
He enters the space and without needing to say a word she closes her eyes. He stands behind her. She can smell his cologne and his immense presence. He cups his hands around her chin and gently lifts it up. “You wore the dress … [pause] … good girl”. She reacts with pleading eyes. Those two words are enough to make her want to do anything he asks. Being submissive is against her nature. She loves being the architect of her own life. For Shen to have such a powerful influence on her is a turn on.
He just stands there looming over her. She doesn’t blink. “Close your eyes”, he says. He puts a thumb on her limp as she leans forward on her knees a bit. He presses her lip to the right a bit, then down, slowly, deliberately. He turns around and walks towards a box. He opens it and reveals a black leather collar hidden within it, about 2cms in width. He walks back to her and puts it on her. He leashes her, asks her to stand, then slowly leads her to the middle of the room. “Kneel.”
He pushes a button on the wall and a bar is lowered from the top of the heigh ceilings. “Raise your hands.” He ties each hand to the bar with a rope, then blindfolds her. He uses his remote to raise her up until she’s on her toes. He looks at his wall of floggers and whips and chooses a leather whip with triangle shaped end on it. He walks back at her, and examines her.
S: “Have you been following my instructions for maintenance?” Y: “Yes, my love.” S: “It’s inspection time.” Y: “I know, my love.”
He looks at her closely. Her pubes are neatly trimmed. Shen doesn’t care but she likes it. Her skin has been properly moisturised. Her feet pedicured. Her nails manicured. She’s wearing the lingerie he choose for her. Her hair has no dead ends. The whip isn’t meant for punishment, it’s for marking her as his. She’s agreed to let him mark her in whatever way he desires as long as the wounds heal quickly. She loves the pain because it erases her mind from everything unimportant. The Ritual begins.
The Ritual
He circles around her. Yu can hear each step of his dress shoes hitting the wooden floors. Tap … Tap … Tap … It’s an echo of what’s to come.
S: “How many whips today?”
Y: “Enough until you draw blood, Sir.”
S: “As you wish.”
He whips her back once. A red streak forms across her beautiful backside and she lets out a groan. He watches it closely, then presses on it with his hand. It’s warm to the touch. She remains silent. He steps back, and does it again. Swift, and with more power than before. He waits and taps his heel against the floor once. She flinches. He whips her again, and draws blood. She laughs because she’s in ecstasy. He moves in front of her, lowers her down until she’s comfortably on her knees, then puts his thumb on her lip. He slowly pushes inward, and tells her, “Good girl.”
He raises her again, just enough to take off her lingerie. He lets his fingers trace her skin as he removes her thong. The bra removed with a swift rip. She’s now exposed. He lowers her to the floor again until she’s on her knees.
S: “Spread your knees”
Y: “Yes, Sir.”
Shen grabs an odd looking dildo. Its tip is thin, but it widens quickly. It’s supposed to resemble a dragon tail. He places it in front of her.
S: “Locate the dildo and rub against its shaft until I say stop.”
Y: “Yes, Sir.”
She leans a bit forward with her hips and there it is. She can’t see it, but she can feel it’s huge. Its intimidating size worries her. She grinds her pussy against it as instructed. Shen takes a seat in a leather chair in front of her. He wonders if he should let her get bored to frustrate her deliberately. Let her be a mindless drone for minutes on end. He says nothing, he just observes her.
10 minutes pass.
Y: “Sir, can I put it inside?”
S: “No.”
Y: “Yes, Sir.” – annoyed.
S: “For disobeying me I’m going to clamp your nipples.”
Y: “Yes, Sir” – she can’t hide her excitement.
The nipple clamps hurt more than expected. She bites through the pain and continues to grind rhythmically against the dildo.
15 minutes pass.
Yu is visibly frustrated.
Y: “Sir, what lesson are you teaching me?”
S: “Sometimes we must endure pain for longer than we would like. This is a reminder, a training that we can endure as long as we consider it purposeful.”
His wisdom sparks an intense desire for him within her.
Y: “Sir, I require your touch.”
Shen walks up to her and says, “You talk too much.” He unclasps his belt, whips out his dick, and offers it to her lips. His smell arouses her instantly. She opens her mouth as a hole for him to use. He grabs her head from behind and gentle moves it back and forth. He only means to shut her up.
S: “Lower yourself on the tip of the dildo. Slide up and down as far as is comfortable to you.”
She’s unable to speak with his dick in her mouth, and complies. She puts force on her knees to forward drive her hips. This way she can ride the giant dildo for her own pleasure … When shivers start flying down her spine she stops abruptly. He offers her a kind of chew toy that binds around her face. It’s meant as a stress toy, to be chewed hard on when the pain from the nipple clamps and the marks on her back becomes too much.
S: “Ride until you see the white of the stars flash before your eyes. Let the bodily pain be washed away by your own will.”
Y: A muffled, “Yes … Sir.”, escapes her mouth.