On the Wedding Night, I Transmigrated to After the Divorce – Chapter 100
by Little PandaGood girl
Puppy
Fu Yunqing walked off just like that, not waiting for her.
Fu Yunqing had never treated her like this before…
Queen. Master…
Yu Yan’s face flushed hot, and she hurried upstairs after her. Fu Yunqing went into the master bedroom’s bathroom, shutting her out. Yu Yan crouched down and gave the little cat one last reluctant pet, then sensibly went to wash up in the guest bedroom.
Afraid of keeping her Master waiting (though mostly she was just impatient herself), she washed quickly but thoroughly, applied body lotion, spritzed on perfume, and put on the pure white lace short dress she’d picked out at a glance from the walk-in closet, then trotted eagerly back to the master bedroom.
Master hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet.
She paced anxiously in a circle outside the bathroom door, crouched down to pet the little cat following at her heels, stood up, and paced another anxious circle.
Fu Yunqing was taking so long—what was she doing in there?
So urgent, so urgent… she felt a little consumed by lust.
The sound of water from the bathroom came in a steady trickle, seeming endlessly prolonged. There was no telling how much longer Master would be.
After another anxious lap around the room, she returned to the bathroom door and knelt on the rug, pressing her forehead against the frosted glass, peering wide-eyed and earnest through it. She really couldn’t understand why they’d installed such private glass for the master bathroom during renovations. No matter how she looked, all she could make out was a blurred silhouette.
Suddenly, the water stopped.
Her heart gave a flutter. She quickly folded her hands properly and straightened her back a little.
As she waited, she felt a smug little glow of self-satisfaction. Where in the world would you find a puppy as well-behaved and sensible, as sweet and enchanting as her? When Fu Yunqing came out and saw her kneeling there dressed like this, wouldn’t she be utterly bewitched?
Yu Yan’s lips curled up; she was already reveling in the anticipation. She waited and waited, until at last the silhouette behind the frosted glass drew near. The woman’s hand pressed down on the handle with a crisp click and pulled the door open—
The girl knelt before the door, gazing up at her with eager anticipation, her eyes brimming with longing and adoration, as though she had been waiting for an eternity.
“I—I was waiting for you. I wasn’t peeking…” Yu Yan’s talent for feigning innocence was first-rate. Her eyes were nervous, her cheeks faintly pink—an unforced confession.
She hadn’t been peeking?
Fu Yunqing’s lips quirked.
“Come help me dry my hair.”
She tossed the words over her shoulder and walked past her.
Yu Yan scrambled after her eagerly.
Fu Yunqing had changed into a vintage white French-style long dress. The way she leaned languidly against the back of the chair, wet hair loose, waiting to be served, looked at once sensual and sacred. Yu Yan lifted a strand of her hair from behind, turned on the warm air of the blow dryer, and the fragrance of essential oils grew richer under the heat, filling the entire room with a lush, intimate atmosphere.
When her hair was about sixty or seventy percent dry, Fu Yunqing signaled her to stop and said softly, “Go kneel by the bed.”
Yu Yan’s heart brimmed with excitement as she obediently complied.
She knelt by the bed and watched Fu Yunqing walk to that unspeakable cabinet, bend down, and rummage through it, selecting. Her heartbeat grew faster and faster, her face redder and redder. She didn’t know what Fu Yunqing was thinking, didn’t know what Fu Yunqing thought of all the things she had bought. What would she choose? What was she going to do to her next?
All she knew was that as a puppy, she couldn’t get on the bed without Mommy’s permission—she could only kneel obediently by the bed and await her judgment. This clear hierarchy, the restriction, the suspense of waiting to be dealt with—it was all part of what made it irresistible.
Fu Yunqing took her time, unhurried and deliberate. In the end, she selected only a leather collar and a small purple device with a leash attached.
Fu Yunqing walked back and saw Yu Yan gazing at her so raptly, and couldn’t help curving her lips.
“Are you looking forward to it?”
The besotted look still plain on her face, she instinctively denied it: “No…”
Fu Yunqing said, “I like an honest baby.”
Beyond the dynamic of dominance and submission, they shared an even more intimate bond. There was no need for shame—honesty was the most important thing they could offer each other.
Yu Yan grasped this too and immediately corrected herself: “I am.”
“Looking forward to what?”
“Looking forward to… looking forward to Mommy doing anything to me…”
“Are you really that good?” Fu Yunqing sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at her from above.
Yu Yan had a habit—when she was nervous or excited, she couldn’t stop herself from touching things. She reached out instinctively to caress the calf right there in front of her eyes. “Of course it’s true.”
“Did I give you permission to touch?”
Yu Yan’s heart skipped. She immediately pulled her hand back, ducked her head very low, and mumbled in a coquettish, wheedling tone: “I was wrong~”
“Look at me.”
Yu Yan raised her head and looked at her.
Fu Yunqing held the black leather collar she had carefully chosen from the cabinet. Yu Yan’s attention was entirely fixed on it. She thought Fu-jiejie’s grip on the leather was so charged—that elegant, well-defined hand clearly possessed real strength.
Fu Yunqing said, “Let’s have a proper talk.”
About what?
Yu Yan was a little nervous. She nodded: “Mm.”
“When did you buy all those things?” She meant the collar in her hand and the whole pile in the cabinet.
Was the reckoning about to begin? Yu Yan squirmed for a moment before answering: “I bought them before we separated. As you can see, jiejie, I bought a lot of things over a long span of time. I can’t remember the specifics too clearly.”
Her tone was earnest, but every word carried a wheedling, shamefaced quality—she knew exactly how to charm her Master.
“You collected them gradually?”
“Mm~”
“When did it start?”
“Mm… about a year after we got married.”
“Why did you buy them? What were you thinking when you did?”
Yu Yan knew what Fu Yunqing really wanted to ask. She wanted to know how the child she had so carefully raised had suddenly developed those inclinations. Who had corrupted her?
Yu Yan felt a little urge to laugh. She thought again of how, during her amnesia, she had cursed Fu Yunqing as a pervert.
She held back her laughter and answered in a shy, soft voice: “Because… I would always fantasize about certain scenarios. I came across collars online by chance, fantasized a bit more, wanted them badly, and bought them. Later, the more I learned, the more I couldn’t stop buying, and I ended up with a lot.”
“What kind of scenarios?”
That was quite a list.
“Scenarios of being spanked by Mommy, of being led on a leash like a puppy, of kneeling at Mommy’s feet like I am now… so many…”
Just recalling them flooded her with an endless tide of desire. Yu Yan enumerated them, deliberately using at this moment the form of address that Fu Yunqing loved but could barely stand—the sense of transgression was overwhelming, and the more she spoke, the more excited she became: “I crave it so much. I fantasize every day, dream about it often, and when I wake up, I always linger on the memories for a long time…”
Fu-jiejie’s sense of morality was actually very high. Could she really stand Yu Yan calling her Mommy over and over at a time like this?
To her surprise, Fu Yunqing was more composed than she had expected. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”
Master was Master, after all. She couldn’t be easily manipulated.
“Because I was afraid Mommy would scold me and say these were unhealthy things. It was so shameful and nerve-wracking.”
“So you hid it from me, and even when you left, you never told me?”
The moment she said “left,” Yu Yan knew she was probably going to settle that score too. She hadn’t even said anything substantial yet, and Yu Yan was already puckering her brows in grievance, lightly resting her hand on Fu Yunqing’s ankle, wheedling and trying to wriggle out of it.
Suddenly she was so desperate—she couldn’t wait anymore. She ached to do something wonderful with Mommy right now. When would the collar in her hand finally be placed around her neck?
Fu Yunqing was being so slow…
“Will you hide things from me in the future?”
“I won’t~” Yu Yan said earnestly. “I’ll tell Mommy everything. I won’t hide my desires from Mommy anymore. If I can’t keep that promise, Mommy can punish me however she wants.”
Fu Yunqing continued unhurriedly. “What else?”
What else? What else could there be? Yu Yan thought hard. “I’ll definitely be good and listen, definitely obey without question. I’ll never make Mommy sad again. Mommy is my everything—my heart and my eyes will always hold only Mommy.”
Fu Yunqing seemed to see right through her impatience. She began to toy with the collar in her hand, folding it once, then again, and teased: “What should you call me?”
Yu Yan immediately answered obediently: “Master…”
“Please…”
“Do you want to call me Mommy or Master more?”
For a moment Yu Yan couldn’t tell which was more charged: “I want to call you both…”
Fu Yunqing laughed softly, her gaze rippling with tenderness, soft as water. She bent down and tipped up her chin. The woman right before her stroked her cheek with her palm and said softly: “Last night, I had a Custom Collar made for you, Baby. It’s engraved with your nickname, my name and contact information. It has a little bell, a GPS tracking system, and a voice calling system. The leather is very soft—much more comfortable to wear than this one.”
Yu Yan’s imagination followed her words. That way, she would never get lost from her Master again. This was probably the collar every puppy dreamed of—the one they wanted most of all.
“It’s a pity it isn’t finished yet. We’ll have to wait a little. Tonight, we’ll use the one you bought. All right?”
“Mm…”
“Good Puppy.” Fu Yunqing patted her cheek. Yu Yan obediently straightened her back. Fu Yunqing threaded through her long hair and looped the collar around her neck.
Yu Yan kept her eyes downcast, feeling the gentleness of Fu Yunqing’s movements. Her fingertips would brush against the skin of her neck from time to time—so ticklish. Her breath fell warm against her face—so hot. Her fragrance lingered in her nostrils—so sweet… The collar tightened and fastened with her gentle pressure. The sensation of something foreign around her neck was strong, but the sense of satisfaction was even stronger.
Yu Yan raised her eyes and saw the other end of the leash wrapped around Fu Yunqing’s hand.
Her voice trembled: “Mommy…”
“Up.”
Fu Yunqing gave the leash a light tug and patted the edge of the bed. Yu Yan rose to her feet and climbed up, still kneeling before her like a puppy. Fu Yunqing held her waist, her touch stimulating, and asked: “Are you ready?”
“Mm…”
Fu Yunqing took out the small purple device from its packaging and cleaned it thoroughly with wipes and disinfectant spray, then drew Yu Yan to lean against her shoulder. One hand steadied her waist while the other fed it to her, murmuring softly by her ear: “Be good, take it.”
“Mm…” Yu Yan let out a muffled moan.
“Jiejie…” She knitted her brows, her voice soft and seductive, burrowing blindly into Fu Yunqing’s embrace. Her body trembled. The bell on her collar rang with a crisp, intimate chime. Fu Yunqing held her close, guiding her.
She was still wearing that white lace short dress. Fu Yunqing had actually wanted to compliment it for a while: “Very cute. Very pretty.”
“Mm… ngh…”
Fu Yunqing kissed her flushed ear and murmured gentle instructions: “Don’t go looking at all that garbage online anymore. It’s unhealthy, and it’ll corrupt you. Don’t buy those things that could hurt you, either. Don’t go learning from them, don’t join their circles, all right?”
“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“You just need to tell me. Rely on me. Understand?”
Yu Yan was enduring the sensations inside her body and didn’t quite catch everything. Before she could respond, her skirt was lifted, and a palm landed squarely on her bottom.
“Ah…”
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