An Saudi expat contacted me for a semi-public pain training in Suzhou.
“Are you ready to explore your limits?” I asked in his hotel room.
With a nod, he surrendered to my control. The evening promised to be unforgettable as I revealed my intentions. From my well-prepared bag, I retrieved a spool of transparent fishing line—a delicate yet strong tether that promised both pleasure and pain. His eyes widened in anticipation as I unraveled it.
I started with meticulous precision, tying his balls with an intricate knot that was both beautiful and secure. His breath hitched as the line tightened, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration washing over him. With a gentle tug, I led the line out through the zipper of his pants, creating an invisible connection between his desires and my ideas.
“Remember,” I cautioned, “scream if it gets too much. But hold on—it's going to be quite a ride.”
With that, I secured the line to my wrist and gestured towards the door. We would take a rickshaw to explore Suzhou—a city renowned for its serene canals and traditional gardens. The thought of him being pulled through the streets tempted me—an embodiment of submission amidst the bustling life around us.
As we stepped out onto the vibrant streets, the rickshaw driver's gaze flickered with curiosity but quickly turned respectful. Sliding into the vehicle, I positioned him behind me. The moment we started moving, I gently tugged on the line, eliciting an involuntary gasp from him. Laughter bubbled inside me; this was going to be amusing.
The streets of Suzhou unfurled before us like a tapestry—ancient bridges arching over tranquil waters, willow trees swaying softly in the evening breeze, and lanterns illuminating our path. With each bump in the road, his helplessness grew apparent; he fought to suppress any sound that dared to escape his lips. The subtle blush on his cheeks betrayed his struggle.
“Keep it together,” I teased playfully as our rickshaw moved past excited tourists and curious pedestrians. Each glance their way was an added thrill; they had no inkling of the exquisite game we played just inches away from their oblivion.
As we approached a charming riverside restaurant, our driver came to a halt. I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Ready for the next stage?” I asked, mischief dancing in my eyes.
With another gentle pull on the fishing line, he cringed slightly but nodded in agreement. We stepped out of the rickshaw into moonlit serenity. The ambiance was perfect—a blend of intimacy and risk. Here beneath a canopy of stars, we would conduct our game.
I chose a secluded corner beside the water—a place where shadows danced across our forms, amplifying both our thrill and secrecy. “Now let's elevate this,” I said, readying our surroundings with restraint and excitement.
Instructing him to kneel before me, I adjusted his posture while maintaining firm control on the fishing line. The cool night air mixed with palpable tension twisting around us.
“Now let’s see how quiet you can be,” I said softly. With masterful kicking, I began to test his pain tolerance. For hours we remained there—testing boundaries, laughing at risks taken under the watchful gaze of fate itself as joyous life continued all around us. In those fleeting moments held captive by desire in this magical city, we explored not just the streets of Suzhou but uncharted territories within our very souls.
As we prepared to part ways, his expression held gratitude woven tightly with newfound understanding.