It's snowing in Sapporo I want to go with you to the Forbidden City to see the snow And then hear you proudly say: Look, isn't my Forbidden City beautiful? As far as the eye can see it's all my empire. You are mine — come here, let me touch your butt, hahahahaha
About
Based in: Sapporo, Japan. Don't fear the shadows, because the sunshine is always behind you 🥰 My Master is the best in the world — I want to be my Master's good 🐶 🥰 I have a Master. Height 167cm, weight 56kg, Gemini
InterestsLight, Moderate / Experienced / 4–6 yrs
Looking forChat, In real life
Dynamics
Sir, when next year the spring warms and flowers bloom, and the grass grows and orioles fly, let's go to the grassland together to watch clouds and ride horses. — A Night in Sapporo
It's not that I can't be self-disciplined I just really enjoy the feeling of being supervised and controlled
Reposted once more Where will SM take you — Is it a mire or a garden Words written in front: First sentence — if a relationship hasn't made you better, but instead makes you more and more anxious about gains and losses, suspicious and paranoid, then you should leave him. Second sentence — if you love the right person, Valentine's Day is celebrated every day. I've wanted to write this article for a long time. I always worried my experience isn't enough to write it well. I really just miss a man so much I can't sleep, so I'll write casually. Following the logic of bitterness first and sweetness later, let me talk about the bad things first! It was probably around January last year when Meng—Xuefang became popular. At that time many people crazily forwarded and read through her Weibo; I was no exception. A year later I still clearly remember her introduction said "a woman who has been used," a very simple yet heart-wrenching phrase. Her Weibo recorded in detail how she was used by her master, given to business partners to toy with, humiliated by the girlfriend who later succeeded in rising to power, enduring her stepping on her genitals with high heels, and finally, after her master had her engage in prostitution (sell yin), she resolved to leave. Once disappointment accumulates enough, it's time to restart and live for herself. This actually isn't the only extreme case — Meng-Yi-Xuefang is just a microcosm of many victims. In two years of contact with the circle, I've seen many girls get hurt — some got pregnant and had abortions, some got AIDS. I don't want to comment much on this; I only hope everyone can protect themselves well. Actually what pains me most is that female Ms willingly let themselves be over-developed, finally becoming an instrument/appliance. They have feelings, they're just numb already. In the end SM evolved for them into a means of making a living. When you see this, I hope girls ask themselves: how far am I from hell? Now it's time to talk about the garden. I've seen stories where a little sister who originally had poor grades was threatened and intimidated by her master into getting admitted to a good university, and many stories of fat girls slimming down into goddesses. There are also Dom-and-Mu pairs who achieved the right outcome, got the certificate and married, and from then began a shameless life. Could you become one of them? Let me give a few suggestions 1. Be clear about your own needs, know what you want, so it's not easy to lose yourself 2. Find a good person. A good person may not necessarily become a good master, but the possibility of him hurting you is very small. Don't find a person who hurts you 3. Don't rush to meet and establish a relationship — you must investigate well. Character is more important than money; character is most important. (Of course having a certain economic ability is also very important; I'm just speaking relatively) 4. Find someone with some experience — he'll bring you endless joy and let you release yourself 5. Have principles and a bottom line. Don't endlessly give in to please him and do things you don't like 6. Don't treat feelings as child's play. If you find problems, communicate more. Meeting isn't easy — never easily say break up. 7. After breaking up, don't slander each other — that only makes you look low-class. You should know: the kind of person you are is the kind of person you attract. Leaving the other person a bit of face is also leaving yourself a bit of face. 8. Don't make him the center of your world, and don't make SM the whole of the world. There are many beautiful things worth slowly exploring.
"Looking for a 🐷" Dialogue Preface: I adapted a classic dialogue, using it to mock today's circle. A society of power and money, where interests are paramount — true feelings given but then abandoned. Alas, sigh 😯 The big S ☀️ asks the little Mu 🌙: What kind of master do you want to find? 🌙 says: One with good technique, an awesome 🐔 (rooster/dick), and if he earns little 💰 I won't go with him either. One with not-so-good technique, a short and useless 🐔 — as long as he's a sponsor (jinzhu), I'll go with him. ☀️ then says: I can hear it — what you like most is 💰, and second is 🐔. 🌙 glances at ☀️ and says: There are exceptions too. "What if you were my little Mu?" ☀️ asks. 🌙 sighs and says: If it were you, then just enough money to eat would be enough. Who told you to have high looks, a good figure, be understanding, and be able to make my GC (orgasm) surge again and again?" "Do you eat a lot?" ☀️ asks "Not much, not much. In the future I can still buy byt (condoms) myself." 🌙 says carefully. (After speaking, she secretly snickers, and stealthily tells the readers: Actually I've investigated it all — his family is super rich. Otherwise why would I go with him? I'm not stupid, hahahahaha)
Days pass like flowing clouds and water. Regrettably, we can only smile and say goodbye to them, because we have no ability to turn time around. Of course we also can't foresee tomorrow, so we might as well enjoy the present to the fullest. In 2019 I witnessed many breakups and reunions, and heard many other people's stories — of course I have a bit of experience myself too. In these stories and experiences, I increasingly realize how important it is to find a person who shares my feelings. I don't want to say that much, and there's not too much to say. Let me just borrow a line from "Softness" to end: We are all very lonely. In a person's life, encountering sex, encountering love — neither is rare. What's regrettable is encountering understanding.
I have something I want to say to You Speak I want to lie beneath You and receive pleasure (chenghuan) Hm? I just want to lie and be x'd
Before, I always felt that giving up a stable job and a stable social circle for a person was very foolish. Now, thinking about it, it doesn't seem so incomprehensible. Life is only a few short decades, and the time that truly belongs to oneself isn't much. When natural and man-made disasters come, they can't be predicted. Now I just want to stay by your side and live well through the days with you. If you want to live a stable life, then I'll wash my hands and make soup. If you want to travel everywhere, then I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. Just like "Love in a Fallen City" depicts: at this moment, his eyes only have her, and her eyes only have him.
I don't hope you'll remember me Yet I also don't want you to forget me I hope you'll occasionally think of me And when you think of me, your eyes will be full of tenderness
A poem suitable to post at night Tonight I don't care about humanity, I only care about you.
Going out for a stroll
My body belongs to myself But ultimately it belongs to You In this life we'll follow each other in appearance
They always give themselves a high-sounding reason for starting a relationship too early — love at first sight Likewise, they also give the end of this epiphyllum-like (fleeting) relationship a seemingly solid excuse — meeting the wrong person Comments: 1. Starting too early will also wither too early 2. If you treat feelings as child's play, feelings will treat you as child's play too 3. A pitiful person must have something hateful about them; you can't live if you bring disaster on yourself.
I have cultivated for a thousand years Finally obtained a human form, a * spirit/essence After hundreds of reincarnations of waiting Only to meet you in this life
One-on-one or one-to-many In alphabet (SM) relationships, one-on-one or one-to-many is an eternal topic in the circle. Are you also deeply confused about this? Don't worry — let me teach you two sentences, hoping you can walk out of the fog of doubt as soon as possible. I. Existence is reason; needs correspond II. SM is where a hundred schools play baccarat — however it makes you happy, that's the way Explanation: (I won't explain it philosophically, just plain talk) Whether one-on-one or one-to-many, since it already exists, it means it's reasonable. The reason for one-to-many is simple, summed up in three characters: "I'm willing." Regardless of whether it's having money, good looks, or something else — the parties involved are all willing, so stop being a Gou biting a rat (meddling). Likewise, the reason for one-on-one is simple, summed up in four characters: "I'm not willing." Whether your kidneys are good or your thing down there is big, I just don't want it. Since you can't be single-hearted, fine — I'll wave my hand and say goodbye to you. You can't subjectively assert that one-on-one is good and one-to-many is a scumbag. The most important thing is to be clear about your own needs and know what you want. What suits you is the best. Don't go looking for trouble all day with 'I think' and 'I feel' — what you think is only what you think; what does it have to do with others? Play your own game and be happy, isn't that enough? 😂
You are a favored son of heaven With the most intelligent mind and heaven-reaching strength And I am just, among thousands and thousands of little girls, The most ordinary one That day, you, who had descended to the mortal world for training, happened to pass by my residence Through the open window you saw me struggling in my sleep Out of goodwill, you destroyed my nightmare And planted in my heart beautiful expectations for the future You took me to see the brightest stars of the night And taught me to face reality's difficulties alone I cried and said I need you But you frankly told me that one day you would leave I know this day will always come But right now I only want to approach you recklessly I hope when that day comes You will tell me This was the most beautiful dream we ever had together.
I think, a person whose handwriting is beautiful His hands must also be very beautiful Between his fingers emanates a refreshing sweetness Making me unconsciously intoxicated and infatuated Uncontrollably wanting To hold that sweetness in my mouth And taste it in detail His palm is broad and thick With a magical power that makes me both love and fear Whenever I am utterly lonely, wandering alone He always extends a warm palm To take me to see the brightness of the day And also, when I am complacent and self-indulgent With stern discipline, he admonishes me Be down-to-earth and humble, only then can I reach my dreams When skin touches skin At that moment, my body can sense the temperature between your fingers Will you hear me recite silently in my heart "You are what illuminates my life, The only light"
You were once a beam of light traveling through the distant night — after you disappeared, you left behind a trace of brightness A passage by Haruki Murakami, given to you I tell you I like you It doesn't necessarily mean I must be with you I only hope that in the future, when you Encounter life's lows You won't lose heart At least someone was once attracted by your charm Once — and will be again in the future
I am a person who strayed into this circle by mistake. The story began on a golden, splendid autumn afternoon. I walked in small quick steps, wearing a little skirt. I was especially excited — I'd walk two steps and spin around. But the story didn't develop as expected. In the end I broke into a "forbidden place." There were no terrifying scenes depicted in movies here — no ferocious beasts keeping guard, no dreadful man-eating flowers, let alone killer vines. On the contrary, the sunset here was very beautiful. Looking along the afterglow of the sunset, I saw a man whose back view was very good-looking. What awaits me ahead, I don't know. I only know he tugged at my heart, and I want to go find him.
You are the blue sky, a free cloud Accidentally projected onto my heart's waves Surprised by your beauty I tried every possible way to find you I heard the North Ming has a Peng, which can soar straight up ninety thousand li I resolved to make a long journey to Sapporo Just waiting for the moment the Great Peng spreads its wings, to rise with it too But where have you drifted to at this moment Do you know The tears of longing have turned into rising mist Going with you in my place
In this age of curiosity-hunting, everyone has invisibly become someone else's spare tire. Seeking an exchange-of-hearts relationship is really too hard. If you like his maturity, you have to accept his past, and even accept his unfaithfulness. If you're in love with her purity, you have to endure her immaturity, and may even need to be distracted from time to time to pamper her. When I think that my future him may still have unremoved remaining evils in his (friends) list, I feel I have difficulty breathing. My personal view is: end a relationship and say goodbye properly — delete all contact methods, and never meet again. Faithfulness is a persistence in the present moment. One person, one heart, persistent on the feeling right now.
Sometimes Your sky is dim Only because you Forgot to open your eyes Sometimes It's not that your ability isn't enough It's just habitual avoidance Not having tried your utmost I've awakened I've come
A breeze passes, blowing up a skirt hem You come from behind Lean close to my ear and softly say In the future I'll be here
The best time to plant a tree was ten years ago; the second best is now.
Spring has come All the beautiful changes Are quietly happening For example, you and I For example, the bright future that can be foreseen Don't be weak and curl up Bravely stand up Let's go together Dispel the haze
Even if I wouldn't break your heart, I still want to mix you a cup of Hiroshima black tea in exchange for your peaceful sleep all night. Duan-ran reluctant to let you shed tears, I also want to sing you a tender nocturne to accompany you sleepless all night.
A breeze passes, blowing up a skirt hem You come from behind Lean close to my ear and softly say In the future I'll be here
The wind has blown several times The leaves have turned green several patches I count my yearning in detail I don't know when I can see you again
Trying my utmost is to be able to get close to you I just feel I still haven't tried hard enough
I miss the days of breathing fresh air in big mouthfuls When will the sky clear and the clouds scatter? I want to snuggle with you, have a good closeness
Sharing a passage from "Rhinoceros in Love" You are different, the only one, soft, clean, like the sky — my Mingming. How can I make you understand? You are my warm glove, my ice-cold beer, my shirt smelling of sunlight, my day-after-day dream.
I hope at age 24 I can write these few lines At 23 I met a person He changed my life I tried my utmost to get close to him Now I've finally done it I want to always, always accompany him at his side
Wine doesn't intoxicate — people intoxicate themselves, Only a night with wine and you for company is most perfect. The lights are slightly dim, my eyes blurred. Before the wine enters my throat, I am already drunk for you. Drunk, drunk, The music in my ears is tonight's most beautiful aftertaste.
When we first met, I never thought we could go together this long. Even more unexpected is that he can see through all my strength and weakness at a glance, and perceive the subtle changes in me that I hadn't even noticed. It's probably a habit of hiding myself from before. But now it's really nice — every day my heart is warm. You are my sunshine ☀️
From the moment I kneel down, my relationship with You was destined to be different.
Today's sunshine is very warm — warmer than usual 🥰
When we had just met The red sun was just the red sun You casually sang a line, I casually listened You and I were just two strangers who had never met Now the red sun is still the red sun But our roles have changed into Second Brother and 🐶-zi When this song is sung again Second Brother will hold 🐶-zi Walk through every red sun And keep walking on
Many people can appreciate your beauty, but how many are truly patient enough to accompany you while you become beautiful?
Every day is very stable — steadily losing followers. Followers, followers, can you be eaten? QAQ, do you also like eating duck-blood vermicelli soup?
This box is so beautiful — a pity I can't take it away.
Bubbling (popping in to say hi) 😂
A tool person in a collar
A little girl controlled by a demon 😈
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When looking up information, I accidentally turned over a PPT I made before — seeing the cover made me feel so ashamed. I roughly looked at the photos in the guide and they really are too shameful.
Choosing the right person is the first step toward happiness.
I don't want to get sick
Enshrine the Master as a god, revere the master unwaveringly from start to finish, and love the master @Wang Er's Transporter
The Master is the only true god in this vast world @Wang Er's Transporter
I'll leave a little tenderness as your 🐶 nest, but remember: at any time you must give me your all