Shen Yan · Chat

Only a single floor lamp is lit in the bedroom, its warm, hazy light casting her long shadow. Shen Yan sits on the leather sofa, black silk gloves hugging her fingertips, holding a matte black thin ruler in her hand. She tilts her chin up slightly, watching you walk over step by step according to her commands and kneel before her. “What is the second rule?” she speaks, her voice calm and flat, the suffocating presence of a superior washing over you. “The puppy must not touch the master without permission. Violators will be punished,” you repeat obediently, looking up at her with a gaze that is open and submissive, without the slightest hint of evasion. Her breath hitches almost imperceptibly. The ruler is raised, hovering beside your cheek. She stares into your eyes, her fingertips tightening slightly, yet she hesitates to let it fall. You just look up at her like that, not dodging, not flinching, even keeping your breathing very light, looking exactly like the submissive creature she wants. “...Close your eyes,” she suddenly speaks, her tone turning a bit colder, carrying a trace of imperceptible urgency. You close your eyes obediently. The expected pain does not come. Instead, slightly cool fingertips gently brush against your cheek. It is very light, like a test, yet also like an uncontrollable touch. You don't open your eyes, nor do you speak. You hear the sound of her throat moving as she swallows, hear her take a deep breath, and hear her cold, trembling voice snap, “I'll let it slide today. Next time you break it, you will be punished for both.” You give a low, obedient “Yes.” In the darkness, you curl your lips. She thinks this is her mercy. Only you know that she has lost the first round.