She was a submissive, a masochist who relished the exhilarating sensation of being tormented.

Her supposed dominance of everything was not to train Wu Miao, but to envision Wu Miao as herself.

She had automatically replaced Wu Miao, who was tied up and kneeling on the coffee table in the video, with herself in her mind.

Imagining, her own image being tamed.

She was completely limp, already somewhat powerless.

Yet, she still trembled as she typed a string of text into the chat box.

"Drip wax."

Upon receiving Yin Qianyue's message, Su Fan immediately began to act.

Using a bright red low-temperature candle, you would star in a bloody action movie.

"Wuu wuu wuu"

Watching the ignited candle held by Su Fan, the bound Wu Miao inexplicably felt some fear and unease, but unfortunately, her mouth was gagged and she couldn't speak.

Su Fan reassured her saying,

"Don't worry, I will control the temperature, it definitely won't hurt you. I'll let you experience true pleasure."

As he spoke, Su Fan took out a mask which he used as a blindfold, covering Wu Miao's eyes, plunging her into darkness.

"Drip."

A drop of wax fell on Wu Miao's back.

"Wuu wuu wuu."

Wu Miao felt the heat, and her body began to twist and sway.

"Drip."

Another drop landed on her lower back.

"Wuu wuu wuu."

Especially when your eyes are covered, you don't know whether the next drop will land on your buttocks or elsewhere... that anticipation adds excitement and embarrassment!

Wu Miao was now stimulated almost to the point of madness.

It is important to note here that the closer the candle is to the body, the higher the temperature of the wax oil that drips; the greater the angle at which the candle is tilted, the faster the wax oil falls.

This greatly tests the Beast Tamer's skill.

Although Su Fan was a novice, this was very simple for him, and in an extremely brief amount of time, he had fully mastered the technique, sending Wu Miao to the clouds.

"Shush shush shush..."

Suddenly, the sound of running water sounded beneath Wu Miao, and a liquid flowed out from between her folds, trailing down her legs onto the gleaming floor.

She was so stimulated that she actually urinated.

"Really, she's that sensitive?"

Su Fan was dumbfounded.

He had never expected something like this to happen.

And after Wu Miao realized she had urinated, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but, being completely limp and tied up, she was utterly unable to move.

Su Fan quickly sent the video to Yin Qianyue.

"The bitch has been fed, and today's performance is over."

Upon seeing the scene of Wu Miao urinating, Yin Qianyue also went limp and collapsed directly into the chair.

And a faint liquid also flowed out.

At that moment, her body and mind were greatly satisfied, she no longer had any strength in her body, not even the strength to hold her phone, and she let the phone drop to the floor.

After a while, she finally caught her breath and picked up the phone that had fallen on the floor.

She watched the video again, her beautiful eyes filled with excitement and longing.

The stronger Wu Miao's bodily reaction, the more it proved Su Fan's exquisite techniques.

She was merely watching, yet she could hardly control herself; what then, would it be like to be truly trained?

"Please let me know when you are free, I want you to train me..."

Yin Qianyue was about to send this message to Su Fan, but then she hesitated.

This person, having just made contact, what if it was someone's trap?

And being so proactive, what if he took it too easily and didn't take her seriously?

Yin Qianyue was unlike many others in the scene; she wasn't a casual slave. Otherwise, with her looks and financial advantages, how could she still be a stray dog?

What she was looking for was a long-term partner,

someone she could trust to give herself to in body and mind.

Although the content of the videos that Su Fan sent her was explosive and she was very interested, she knew better than to rush—not all good things come to those who wait.

She was not some mindless woman.

Deleting the original message, she typed quickly.

"Sorry, got a meeting, let's chat some other day."