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MidReal Story
Game of Dominance
Scenario:Describe a story of power dynamics between three people, Chen, and Chen's husband Li, and her lover John. Chen is dominant of Li, while John is dominant of her. These dynamics will not dissolve or reverse in this story. At the beginning, Li doesn't know about John.
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John Zhang
dominant over Chen and secret lover of Li, muscular with sharp features, charismatic and cunning.
Li Wei
submissive to Chen and husband to Li, unaware of John's involvement initially, average build with tired eyes, loyal and naive.
Chen Xue
dominant, married to Li, sleek and authoritative appearance, manipulative and secretive.
I was sitting in the bar of the Shanghai Peninsula Hotel, sipping a glass of red wine.
The man who had been flirting with me for half an hour finally couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Chen, do you have a boyfriend?"
I smiled and said, "I'm married."
He was stunned for a moment, then he looked at me with a little disbelief and said, "You don't look like you're married."
I raised my eyebrows and asked him, "What does a married woman look like?"
He thought about it and said, "A little older, not as beautiful as you."
I laughed.
"Thank you for the compliment. I got married very young."
The man's eyes lit up and he asked, "How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
He was even more surprised.
"You got married at twenty-four? You're really young!"
I smiled and didn't say anything.
He continued to ask, "Is your husband also very young?"
I nodded.
"Yes."
He asked again, "What does your husband do? He must be very capable to marry such a beautiful wife at such a young age."
I looked at him with a smile in my eyes.
"My husband is a businessman," I replied, taking another sip of my wine.
The man leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of business?"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Import-export. It's quite boring, really."
My phone buzzed on the bar counter, and I glanced at it. Li's name flashed on the screen. I ignored it and turned my attention back to the man.
"Do you travel often with him?" he asked.
"Sometimes," I said, my mind drifting to John. The thrill of our last encounter sent a shiver down my spine. "But I prefer staying here in Shanghai."
He nodded, seemingly satisfied with my answers, but I could tell he wanted more. "You must have a lot of free time then."
I smiled coyly. "I find ways to keep myself entertained."
As he continued his barrage of questions, my thoughts wandered back to John. The way he commanded my attention, the way he made me feel alive in ways Li never could. My control over Li was absolute; he would never suspect my infidelity.
I finished my wine and set the glass down with a decisive clink. It was time to make a move.
"Excuse me," I said, standing up. "I need to use the ladies' room."
The man looked disappointed but nodded politely. "Of course."
I walked away from the bar, feeling his eyes on me as I weaved through the crowd. Once I was out of sight, I pulled out my phone and discreetly texted John.
"Can we meet tonight?"
His reply came almost instantly: "Come to the usual place. Now."
A rush of excitement and anxiety washed over me. John's commands always had that effect on me. There was something intoxicating about submitting to him, about living this double life.
I left the bar without looking back and hailed a taxi outside the hotel. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror as I gave him the address.
"Busy night?" he asked.
"You could say that," I replied, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past.
The taxi ride felt like an eternity, but finally, we arrived at the familiar building. I paid the driver and stepped out into the cool night air.
My heart pounded as I approached the entrance and punched in the code John had given me months ago. The door clicked open, and I slipped inside.
The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the walls as I made my way to his apartment. My hand trembled slightly as I knocked on the door.
It swung open almost immediately, and there he was—John, with that intense gaze that always made my knees weak.
"You're late," he said, his voice low and commanding.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, stepping inside.
He closed the door behind me and took my hand, leading me deeper into his world of secrets and desires.
Just as we reached his bedroom door, my phone buzzed again in my pocket. It was Li calling once more.
John's eyes flickered with annoyance as he noticed the interruption. "Turn it off," he ordered.
I hesitated for a moment before complying, silencing the device that tethered me to my other life.
John pulled me close, his breath hot against my ear. "You're mine tonight," he murmured.
And just as our lips were about to meet, there was a loud crash from outside the apartment door—a sound that shattered our moment and sent a jolt of fear through me.
"What was that?" I whispered urgently.
He yanked Li up by the collar and dragged him to the center of the room.
He opened it cautiously, revealing Li standing there, his face twisted with rage.
"Li!" I gasped, my heart racing.
Li's eyes darted around, filled with fear and humiliation.
Before I could say anything more, Li stormed into the apartment.
John forced him to kneel, his grip unyielding.
John grabbed Li by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
I watched, my face a mask of conflicting emotions.
"Get out of here!" John growled, his voice filled with menace.
"Now," John commanded, "kowtow."
Li struggled, trying to push John away, but John's strength was overwhelming.
Li hesitated for a split second before lowering his head to the floor.
With a swift motion, John punched Li in the stomach.
The thud echoed in the tense silence.
Li doubled over, collapsing to the ground with a groan.
"Again," John ordered.
I stood frozen, unable to move or speak as the scene unfolded before me.
Li's forehead met the floor once more, a bruise already forming.
His breaths grew ragged, each one more labored than the last.
John pinned Li down, his knee pressing into Li's chest.
John smirked, clearly enjoying his dominance.
"Stay down," John hissed through gritted teeth.
Li's eyes filled with tears as he realized his helplessness.
"Keep going," he said, his voice cold and detached.
Li continued to kowtow, each impact sending a shiver down my spine.
"Please," he choked out, his voice barely audible.
John leaned in close, his lips almost touching Li's ear.
I wanted to look away but found myself unable to move.
The atmosphere grew heavier with each degrading act, solidifying John's control over both of us.
"Now lick my feet," John demanded, his eyes never leaving Li's face.
Tears welled up in Li's eyes as he hesitated.
Li whimpered, his eyes wide with terror.
John's gaze turned threatening, and Li complied, lowering his head further.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, unable to look away.
His tongue touched John's shoe tentatively at first, then more fervently as John's expression darkened.
John's smirk grew wider as he enjoyed the control he wielded over us.
"Now," John commanded, his voice dripping with malice, "lick my asshole."
I turned away, unable to watch but unwilling to intervene.
Li's face flushed with humiliation as he hesitated, trembling.
John's grip tightened painfully, and Li let out a defeated whimper.
The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension and despair.
Slowly, Li complied, his face contorted in shame as he moved closer to John's backside.
My stomach churned with a twisted mix of satisfaction and disgust as I watched.
John's eyes met mine, gleaming with triumph.
He knew he had both of us under his thumb now, our fates intertwined in this dark dance of power and submission.
The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that seemed to mock our predicament.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat and fear.
Li's breaths were shallow and ragged as he carried out John's humiliating order.
John's smirk never wavered as he reveled in his dominance.
I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead, my hands trembling at my sides.
"Good boy," John taunted, his voice low and mocking.
Li's eyes were squeezed shut, tears streaming down his cheeks.
I wanted to scream, to run away from this nightmare, but my feet felt rooted to the floor.
John finally released his grip on Li's hair, shoving him away with disdain.
Li collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath and sobbing quietly.
John turned his attention back to me, his eyes narrowing with satisfaction.
"See how easy it is?" John said softly, stepping closer to me.
I could feel the heat radiating off his body as he invaded my personal space.
"You both belong to me now," he whispered in my ear.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry and constricted.
The weight of his words settled heavily on my shoulders.
I glanced down at Li, who lay crumpled on the floor like a broken doll.
John reached out and cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
"Don't forget your place," he warned, his grip firm but not painful.
I nodded slightly, unable to find my voice.
He released me and stepped back, surveying the scene with a satisfied grin.
"Now clean yourselves up," John ordered curtly.
Li struggled to sit up, wiping at his tear-streaked face with trembling hands.
I moved mechanically towards the bathroom, feeling numb and detached from reality.
As I splashed cold water on my face, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My reflection stared back at me with hollow eyes and a haunted expression.
The sound of John's footsteps echoed through the apartment as he moved around purposefully.
I took a deep breath and steeled myself for whatever came next.
When I returned to the living room, John was standing by the window, looking out at the city lights below.
Li was still on the floor, trying to compose himself.
John turned to face us once more, his expression unreadable.
"This isn't over," he said quietly but firmly.
A chill ran down my spine at the implication of his words.
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door that shattered the tense silence in the room.
John's head snapped towards the sound while Li flinched visibly.
"Who could that be?" John muttered under his breath before striding towards the door.
I held my breath as John reached for the doorknob and pulled it open abruptly.
The figure standing in the doorway made my blood run cold.
It was someone I never expected to see here—someone who could change everything in an instant.
Before any of us could react further or process what was happening,
the person stepped into the room decisively,
their presence commanding immediate attention
She had an aura that demanded respect and fear.
John's eyes lit up with recognition and something else—admiration.
"Chen, meet Mistress Mei," he said with a smirk.
My eyes widened in shock and curiosity.
Mistress Mei?
John had never mentioned her before.
Li cowered, sensing another layer of control entering the room.
Mistress Mei's gaze swept over the room, cold and calculating.
She took in the scene with a detached interest, her eyes finally landing on me.
She approached slowly, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.
When she reached me, she lifted my chin with a gloved hand, forcing me to look into her piercing eyes.
"I will teach you true submission," she whispered, her breath warm against my face.
A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the weight of her words sink in.
John watched with satisfaction, his arms crossed over his chest.
Mistress Mei's presence intensified the tension in the room, her gaze piercing through me and demanding obedience.
I felt a shiver of fear and anticipation as I waited for her next move.
Li remained crumpled on the floor, his spirit broken.
John watched with a smirk, confident in his control over us.
Mistress Mei approached Li, lifting his chin with a commanding touch.
She whispered promises of liberation through submission, her voice husky and seductive.
Li nodded weakly, tears staining his cheeks as he gave himself over to her control.
I realized then the futility of resistance, that we were trapped in this web of power and desire.
The room was silent except for Li's quiet sobs as Mistress Mei led him away to another room.
John's eyes met mine, signaling the endgame.