Secret Love Nest 2018

Master and Slave

Okay, everyone...listen up.

Your Baba is my slave.

Repeat after me.

Wang Qing is my slave.

(Should we do that?)

Good. Good of you to repeat what I said.

(But we didn't repeat what you said! What is happening?)

You are all good. Like your Baba. Who is my personal slave! Bwahahahaha.

It all happened one afternoon as I was cleaning his working table.

Yes, Qing finally relented and let me clean his table in our room. I might have withheld sex the other night and threatened him of the "no touch" rule until he let me clean his desk, for him to agree with me but still, he agreed.

I won.

(Oh my...is that how Baba became your slave? You put sex as your "hostage"? What?)

No. Qing didn't became my slave because I keep him out of sex. We eventually had sex. Three rounds of sex...

(Wow)

But that is beside the point. The point is, Qing agreed to let me clean his desk so I am happy. My OCD is finally happy. We just couldn't stand it anymore. Looking at Qing's messy desk in our room is like akin to looking at a dirty pig sty. It's not just a pig sty, but a dirty one. He got empty bottles of energy drink on his desk.

I swear, if he is not in lust with me, I will think he is your regular straight guy. Qing is a messy boy.

Anyways, so Qing relented and I got to put on my cleaning gloves, disinfectant and face mask. I shoved all the things on Qing's desk to the floor and started wiping that desk with disinfectant and cleaning cloth like it is no one's business. Plus, I get to sort out all of Qing's papers.

But then, while sorting Qing's documents without my gloves on (because they are already wet and dirty) I acquired several paper cuts.

It hurts.

So I ran to Qing and with tears in my eyes, I presented my hands with paper cuts to him.

Me: (sniffing) They hurt.

Qing: (hugging me) Oh my poor Little Squirrel.

Me: (burrowing closer to his chest) I feel a little hot. Do you think I will have a fever from these cuts?

(Oh please...they are just paper cuts. Disinfect them and put bandages and you are good to go...)

Shush! All of you.

(You are such a baby)

Me: (pouting up at Qing) Baby me.

Qing: You are my baby. My sweetheart. My love. My honey. My darling. You are my everything.

I am. His everything.

(Eye rolls)