How I became my wife’s green slave step by step

In the blink of an eye, after five years of being a cuckold, my wife said she wanted a second child in response to the national policy, so she broke up with her lover, just like her personality of being able to take things and let them go. I will completely say goodbye to the male master's penis from now on, but I still miss it a lot. In the game, the male protagonist has become a tall god. I worship his body and possess my wife. Okay, let me leave you with some thoughts.

1. Self-introduction

At that time, I was 33 years old, 175cm, 72kg, from Nanjing. I graduated with a master's degree from the School of Economics and Management of a university in Beijing. I worked in one of the four major universities and worked hard on projects all year round. However, when I was not busy, I could still take a month or two off.

The first real enlightenment may be similar to that of most people in the same genre. At the ignorant age of five or six, out of instinctive servility, he licked the feet of the girl next door, and he was out of control from then on. When I was in junior high school, I became obsessed with the posters of various actresses, looking at their bare feet and boots, which made me obscene. After I went to college, I went to an Internet cafe to stay up all night, got a private room, and browsed the Japanese Queen website, and then I learned that this kind of game is called SM, and then I started to experience it for the first time, and then I became more and more enslaved.

My wife's surname is Chen (hereinafter referred to as "Miaomiao"), 30 years old, 168cm, 52kg, from Xuzhou. We are both Beidiao from Jiangsu, studying at the same university. During the freshman orientation, I picked her up and silently made her plans in my heart. She is shy. People who believe that the first time should be reserved for marriage, but women are also biological animals. When we were in our junior year, we had sex for the first time in a small hotel off campus, and I broke her virginity (of course, I had also had breast grabbing, buttocks, oral sex, etc. before, so it was not considered the first time sex). After graduation, she worked in a securities firm. Three or four years later, we got married. With the help of our family, we had a house of medium size in the Fifth Ring Road. Soon after her son was born, she gave up her white-collar job and opened a coffee shop in Zhongguancun according to her interests to take care of her son. Soon, my mother-in-law, who had lived alone for many years, came from her hometown to help us comfort the children, and Miaomiao had more time to take care of business. With Miaomiao's permission, I can upload some normal photos of her in the next update. If you don't like them, please don't post them. At the same time, I will introduce how I got into the topic of cuckoldry with her.

2. How to bring SM into sexual life

Through on-campus recruitment, we got the offer in advance. Because we didn’t want to rely on family funding, we were temporarily living in the basement like many northern drifters. Since Miaomiao lost her virginity, she is no longer a blank slate. She has very strong sexual needs, far better than mine. She will have sex more than three times a week, and she will have extra meals on weekends. As long as I'm not busy, I'll try my best to satisfy her.

On the night of making love, we would hug each other naked, with our legs intertwined, and watch pornographic movies together. When we were deeply in love, she would habitually hold the erect penis as if playing with her beloved baby, slowly slide down her body, knead my glans, saying that she liked the shiny look of my glans, and then hold it in her mouth. Then his hands found my chest and pinched my nipples. I was shocked instantly and felt conquered. But when the scene was over and it was my turn to play, I couldn't help but soften. I imagined the plot of a wife as a master and a husband as a slave in my mind, hoping to stimulate my hormones, but I still disappointed her. She would often be so angry that she would turn her back and point her butt towards me, and would not speak to me for the whole night. I looked at her naked body and hated myself for not living up to expectations. Maybe this was the sequelae of falling in love with SM for many years. What’s even more depressing is that if the lovers next door are having sex at this time, we can clearly hear the collision between the bed board and the wall board, as well as the woman’s moans. If the wall board falls down, what will happen in front of us? Men on top and women on bottom? Doggystyle? ... Often on such occasions, Miaomiao would become even more angry and have a cold war with me for several days.

Miaomiao has always suggested that I see a doctor, saying that if my physical condition is like this, no matter how good our relationship is, conflicts will inevitably arise. After all, we are still very young. I had a plan in my mind. I agreed to her and actively went to the men's hospital to "see a doctor." Of course the doctor said there was nothing wrong with me, and I also knew that there was nothing wrong with me. Everything came from psychology. On the way home, I bought a bag of health supplements at the drugstore and ate them for a while. One day when I was at work, I sent her a text message saying that I wanted to have sex. It took Miaomiao a long time to reply, saying to go to work well and go home early in the evening to inspect the goods.

We went home early and went to the bathhouse to open a couple's room and take a bath. She was a serious person. Although she was disappointed time and time again, she would seriously prepare for every sex, wash herself clean and spray perfume on her. Therefore, if you want to have sex with her, you must learn to give her a bath. When I got back to the hut, I said, let's watch a porn movie. I stole it at work today. Miaomiao said: "What subject matter? European and American or Japanese?" (Miaomiao has always liked European and American pornographic films. She likes white people's genitals. She thinks they are clean and powerful. She even joked that in the future, when medical technology is advanced, she will definitely send me to have one transplanted abroad).

I said, I don’t know the subject matter, and there are too many people in the unit, so I can just pick the next one randomly, it should be good.

Miaomiao said, OK, let’s take a look first. If it looks good, just look at it for a while. His hands were immediately wrapped around him.

As he spoke, the computer turned on. Insert the USB flash drive and double-click. At this point, I was feeling uneasy, because I knew what type of movie I was downloading, but I was so ready that I had to release it.

The screen opened and OWK's video was played. The queen took the male slave out of the cage and put on the harness and shackles. I squinted nervously at Miaomiao's expression.

In less than a minute, she said: "Why did you watch an SM movie? You will learn to be bad after watching it."

I said, "What? Do you know SM?"

She said: "I saw it in a novel, so I searched it on Baidu, and I got a rough idea. It turns out it's really perverted."

I tempted: "Then why didn't you communicate with me?"

She said: "You should make normal love first and pay off the debt."

I said, "You can't accept it?"

"I'm a little confused," she said.

I said, "What should I do? Why don't you watch it? I ruined the foreplay."

She said, close the computer.

I closed the computer and was a little disappointed. The room became quiet for an instant. The two of them fell into a moment of embarrassment. I didn't know what to say. She probably felt extremely embarrassed too.

After a long time, I picked my head and said, "Although it may be perverted, it was really hard when I saw it."

"I think you like this kind of thing," she said.

I said, "Why don't we give it a try? I've never played it before."

She said, "Why? I'm afraid I won't do it well."

I said, "When I first saw you in school, I had the urge to fall under your pomegranate skirt, so when I'm with you, I always treat you as a goddess."

She said: "You are so glib."

I said: "Really, you are Wu Zetian in my heart. I also thought that if I can't cure it, I will not drag you down."

She said: "What's wrong? You are so impotent that you are considering breaking up?"

I said, "I won't let you go. I will love you even more and find a lover for you."

She said: "I'm blushing. I hate you. I'll treat it slowly. It's getting more and more nonsense."

I said: "I have always loved you deeply and I don't know how to express it. I feel that you are born to be my master and the head of the family."

She said: "Haha, you are willing to do so. I didn't force you to hand over your salary card?"

I took the phone over and changed the name of her address book to "My Master" in front of her.

She suddenly became shy and said, "I feel the smell of SM, so what should I call you?"

I felt ecstatic, but I didn't dare to reveal too much about my trump card. I needed to do it step by step.

I said, "You can call it whatever you want."

She said, "Wait a minute, do you have a foot fetish too?"

I said, "I don't have a foot fetish."

She said: "Then how can I be your master?"

I said, "I don't have a foot fetish, but I can give it a try. I got to the end of the bed, pulled her size 39 feet, and started kissing her."

She wanted to hide, but I pulled her away, so she finally let me kiss her. I sucked on her toes, making loud noises, hoping to convey my love.

I looked at her as if she was aroused by me and said, "I got a foot fetish because of you."

She said: "If you call me Master, you will have a foot fetish from now on. You can only have a fetish for my feet. Do you understand? I will call you 'foot slave' when we have sex from now on."

I said: "I will be your foot slave for the rest of my life."

That night, I licked both of her feet first, and then I discovered that the feet were also her sensitive areas. It was a pleasure to lick her feet because I liked the shape of her feet, her slender toes, and the faint smell of her feet. Although she still regarded foot licking as foreplay for sex, she had already won the first stage. Finally, we both released in orgasm.

After we were done, I hugged her and went to Taobao to choose some sex toys. CB6000, collars, handcuffs and leg cuffs, leather whips, queen outfits, nipple clamps, masks, etc. Because our house is too small, we didn’t consider buying too many big items. While we were adding items to the shopping cart, we described the fantasy future SM scenes again and again. After selecting the products, we were deeply in love and had sex again. This was the first time we had sex twice in one night. I felt that she was into the drama.

Through this experience, I concluded that in fact, as long as the couple/couple has a deep relationship and pays attention to the initial guidance, SM is a hobby. It can be said frankly that the other half also has needs, new things, and things in common with the person they love, they will not refuse, because women are to please themselves. This is the truth.

3. My first SM trip with my wife

Continuing from the last time, less than a week later, the SM tools purchased on Taobao have arrived. In order to keep it confidential, I didn’t write down the detailed address and made an appointment with the courier. My heart beat faster when the express arrived, and my dream finally came true. As soon as I entered the house, I couldn't wait to open it. Miaomiao reviewed these leather tools one by one, put them on, and tried them on, which stimulated the hormones in my body. I quickly got an erection and stripped myself naked without saying anything. Miaomiao led my penis to the bed. I couldn't suppress my heavy breathing. She could see through my thoughts.

Unfortunately, it happened that Aunt Miaomiao came during those few days and was not feeling well, so SM was suspended. She said that she would just give me an abstinence lesson first, so the steel CB6000 locked my genitals, and she took the key to the unit, completely cutting off my thoughts. When I was sleeping naked, she hugged me from behind and tickled my nipples with her nails, which made me feel so hot and uncomfortable. During those nights, I tossed and turned while stroking Miaomiao's body, unable to fall asleep. The distance between the genitals and the vagina was only 10 centimeters, but it was like an insurmountable gap.

Miaomiao must have secretly supplemented her SM knowledge. She became more and more like a queen. She actually thought of hanging whips, handcuffs, and over-the-knee boots in obvious places on the wall. When I came back from get off work that day, I saw these tools, and my glasses were shattered on the floor. Especially paired with her pretending to be calm, and occasionally being cute towards me, this atmosphere made me overflowing with servility. Friends who have lived in a basement should know that many people will open the door to get some air, and we are no exception. They may not be able to see the people coming and going in the corridor, and they may feel humiliated if their sexual affairs are exposed to the public. Maybe the men and women next door are pricking their ears every night, waiting for the moment when the whip will hit me.

After five days of anxious waiting, I came to the moment of being trained by Miaomiao for the first time. It was Christmas Eve, and Miaomiao's unit organized an annual meeting. At nearly 11 o'clock in the evening, I received a text message from her: "Foot slave, I'm almost there. Come pick me up at Wukesong subway station and put on the collar and leash." I replied: "Master, have you brought back the key to CB6000?" No reply for a long time. I quickly tied the collar around my neck, put on the dog leash, and rushed to the subway station. From afar, I saw Miaomiao walking toward me angrily, wearing a woolen coat, a hat, over-the-knee boots, and long hair shawl. I hurried up to greet you: "Miaomiao, why didn't you wait for me?"

She glared at me and said, "Kneel down."

I looked around and saw scattered pedestrians. I thought she was teasing me and said, "Miaomiao, let me go, there are still people watching."

She asked me: "Kneel down or not?"

I said with a playful smile: "I want to kneel down, but some people can't let me go."

She looked down at her boots and stamped her feet: "If you want to be a dog, hurry up. If you want to be a human, go home."

I took the risk and knelt down as soon as my legs went weak. I would like to add here that why I dared to go all out to kneel to her in public at that time? Because in 2008, the Internet was not that developed and mobile phones were not that smart. I did not consider the possibility of being secretly photographed. If it were now, she would have been searched for human flesh.

Even though it was past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, one or two people still walked by me occasionally. I lowered my head as if they couldn't see my face.

Miaomiao said: "Tell me, why are you kneeling?"

I said, "I'm sorry, honey, I'm late."

She said: "What else?"

I said, "I didn't expect you to have such strong taste."

She said: "Don't joke around with me. First, you are late. You will be late when you are a slave for the first time. Second, I am your master. I have the final say when to release your virginity. Third, when training you, don't call me Miaomiao, call me master. Otherwise, don't play. If you want to play, play with your heart. Don't make me feel like you are catching up."

After all, she is also a 168-meter girl. With high heels, she is 175. She looks very tall against the street lights.

I took out the iron chain from my pocket, gave it to her, and then kowtowed three times: "Master, today's master recognition ceremony is very profound. From now on, my aunt, my aunt, will be my master both in and outside the theater. I don't dare to do it anymore."

She chuckled and said, "You're so mean. It's great! Go home and lick your feet. If you don't want to be embarrassed, just follow me closely." After that, she fastened the chain on my collar and led me away. Following her, listening to the clicking sound of her high heels, I admired her from the bottom of my heart. I thought to myself, Master, over and over again.

I followed her into the house. Because the men and women in the next room were already asleep, I quietly locked the door. I waited on the master to take off her coat, then knelt down and kissed her over-the-knee boots. She let me kiss her and took off her sweater and pajamas, leaving only her black bra. She kicked me and said, "Okay, I won't wear these boots tomorrow. I'll let you kiss me. Take them off. Your feet are a little hot." I held her legs and slowly took off her boots bit by bit. I don't know why, but when I took off my boots, I felt particularly excited. Maybe it was the mystery the boots brought to my legs and feet.

Take off her boots, arrange them, and then take off her cotton socks, of course, using her mouth. Finally, I saw the familiar size 39 big feet. In fact, the soles of her feet are not big, but the toes are very long, so the feet look a bit big. And I just like her big feet. She can't take care of them, but they still remain pink and tender.

She said: "Go get a basin of water and wash my feet."

When I came back, I found that she had changed into a queen's outfit, which was actually just a few leather straps wrapped around her body. Her breasts were exposed, and they were too small, making her breasts a size bigger. I was stunned when a whip hit my face, which was very painful.

She said, "Start washing your feet."

I said, "Master, I can accept not washing your feet."

She said: "It's better to pay attention to your hygiene, otherwise you might have diarrhea tomorrow."

I said: "It's okay, this is the foot slave's life."

She chuckled and said, "Why don't I recognize you anymore? Are you still my boyfriend?"

I quickly picked up her feet and said, "Master, can you watch me lick your feet?"

She said: "Lick it, I'll see how you lick it."

The owner's feet are dry and there is no foot sweat. To be honest, after wearing the leather boots for a day, there is no other smell except that they are a little salty and a little hot. I held her foot and she naturally put her other foot on my shoulder. I started sucking her toes, which I was most looking forward to. Licking the cracks of her feet gave me the illusion of cunnilingus. Little by little, the tongue passes through the private space between the toes, which is a sacred place. She tightened the leash and asked me to lick it out, she liked the dirty sound. She said how she gave me a blowjob and I sucked her toes with the feeling. I licked all ten toes for almost half an hour, drinking hot water several times to keep my mouth moist. She enjoyed it and asked, "What else can you do besides licking your feet?"

I said: "Listen to the master."

"Be specific," she said.

I said: "Master slowly develops my slave nature. I can be a dog slave, a sex slave, and a toilet slave."

She chuckled and said, "You can consider drinking urine, but I won't let you eat my shit."

I said: "Why."

She said: "How can a dog lick its feet after eating shit in its mouth?"

Alas, this is my first time training, and I can talk so dirty.

I once wanted to say to my wife, let me be a cuckold. But this was just a momentary thought. I felt that the time had not come yet, so I held back.

After licking her toes, I helped her deal with some dead skin under her heels and toes. Of course, she gently nibbled it off with her teeth and ate it. The owner enjoys this moment.

After licking my feet, it was already past twelve o'clock.

"The last part is about to begin," she said.

I felt happy in my heart: "Master, my slave's cock is so tight that it feels uncomfortable."

She said: "I didn't promise to have sex tonight. I haven't even taken a shower yet. Let's go to bed first."

Huh? I said it was incredible. The last link? ? ?

She laughed, lifted my chin up with her toes, and said, "Good feet slave, be obedient."

She cuffed my hands behind my back, then put an shackle on her ankle. She left about half a meter of the dog leash around my neck and connected it to the shackle. He said: "The last step is to test your endurance. Tonight, just kneel by the bed and wait for instructions." Maybe she was tired, but it didn't take long for her to start snoring slightly.

Even though it was half a meter long, he couldn't even kneel down, and his hands were trapped behind him and he lost his freedom. In order not to wake her up, I could only lean forward at the end of the bed, put my head on her soles, and take a nap. One night was enough to feel the difference between heaven and earth. The owner of the bed was so close yet so far away, and her feet were like a mountain, blocking the way between us, making me worship her. When I woke up in the middle of the night and opened my eyes, there was a size 39 foot stuck to my face.

I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, the dog chain and handcuffs had been untied. I stood up, regardless of the soreness in my back, and hugged Miaomiao from behind while she was dressing up, and hugged her tightly. She turned around and we were close to each other. I sucked her soft tongue crazily and kissed her wetly for a long time. In the early morning, she regained her gentleness and tenderness, like a little bird. It turns out that being able to kiss one's master is a huge reward, and one dares to ask for any extravagant sex. Although the lower body is still bound to chastity, deep loyalty has begun to develop.

On the way to work, I received a text message from Miaomiao: "Husband, I miss you. My waist can't bear it anymore. Take a moment to be lazy at work and relax for a while. I love you, Miaomiao."

The lifting of the CB6000 ban will be more than two months later. This is a story for another day.

4. Mother-in-law lives with us

Since joining SM, our sex life has been very harmonious. After a few years, when I had some savings and got older, I started to think about getting married. By chance, Miaomiao became pregnant after having sex. Maybe her period was messy during that time and I misjudged the safe period. I didn't hesitate at the critical moment, and I had a quick wit and I ejaculated directly. I found out that I was pregnant two months later. Considering that she was almost 27, she decided to register and give birth to the child.

I called Miaomiao's mother. Unexpectedly, the girl's belly was enlarged, but she was not angry. She just told her to get the matter done quickly. It seems that she has been mentally prepared for a long time. Men and women living together are like firewood, and sooner or later they will clash.

Having said that, let me first introduce Miaomiao’s mother, we all call her sister. The reason is that in my junior year of college, Miaomiao took me back to my hometown in Xuzhou to meet my parents. As soon as I stepped into the courtyard and before entering the living room door, I saw a woman sitting on a rocking chair in the middle, eating melon seeds leisurely, with her hair tied up, wearing a cheongsam that was open to the top of her thighs, and half-high heels hanging on the toes. Miaomiao introduced: "This is my married sister." After hearing this, of course I smiled politely and said: "Hello, sister." The woman was happy, stood up, and said, "Would you like to see it again?" I said, "Sister, this is my first time here, I don't know what you are doing. "Sister" said: "The seniority is messed up." When I later found out the truth, my face turned red with embarrassment, and Miaomiao's mother said, "You can continue to call me sister, and the younger you are, the younger you are." The idle people nearby also laughed. Ever since, I have an extra sister. She also recognized that I was an honest person, so the first time I came to visit her, there was basically no harsh test.

Miaomiao's mother's surname is Du, and her name is Du Juan. Sister Du and Miaomiao's father split a sum of money after their divorce more than ten years ago. The old house gave it to her, and she took an internal retirement from her work. She was quite satisfied with earning a small pocket money, and she basically entered the retirement stage early. She likes to make things happen. In less than a month, with the support of both parents, we held the wedding, scraped together some down payment, bought a small three-bedroom apartment in the West Fifth Ring Road, and waited for the birth of our child. As for which old man will come to take care of the confinement child, Miaomiao and I have been arguing for a long time. She thinks it is convenient for her own mother, but I think it will lose face for our family? At the end of the fight, Miaomiao slapped me and said, "Kneel down and lick your feet." I was so servile that I immediately knelt down and licked her feet. She said, "Why do you want to lose face like this? Your mother is here, and I want her to know that you are a foot slave and watch you lick my feet." Well, I immediately obeyed and agreed to let Sister Du come over to take care of my confinement child. After Sister Du received the call, within a week, the arrangements were made happily. Miaomiao was only three or four months old at this time, and she was still working. We asked Sister Du to do some hygiene at home, go to the park, etc. It was quite leisurely.

When I came home at night, I found that the house was in good order. I felt a little bit in my heart, so I pulled Miaomiao into the house and opened the bedside table. Sure enough, in the drawer were the condoms we wholesaled on Jingdong. They had been neatly sorted, including the condoms. Some unpacked condoms were also stacked up one by one. Sister Du is not illiterate, she is literate, and she knows what they are used for. I want to explain that although there are many condoms, we don’t have much sex, and we do it and cherish it, but I can’t say this. I quickly opened the bed board again. Fortunately, the SM tools were still in a mess. After discussing with Miaomiao, I wrapped them up and took them to the trunk of the car in the garage to store them. Before going out, Miaomiao also left the CB6000 and said that I would lock it up at night. When my wife is pregnant, her husband is prone to cheating and she needs to control ejaculation. After I came back, I had a psychological shadow. I always felt that the position of the tools had changed. Sister Du still saw the tools, but she just didn't expose us. I told Miaomiao about this suspicion, and Miaomiao said, don't worry, as long as Sister Du knows that I am abusing you, she won't fight against you.

After dinner, Sister Du went to the living room to eat fruit and watch TV. I went to take a shower as usual. Miaomiao opened the door and walked in. While I was washing my hair out of sight, she came in and locked my penis. I said: "You let me wash it first and then lock it." She said: "Every day I open it for you to wash. If you lock it today, lock it. Just listen to me." After locking it, I got hard again and it was so squeezed that I couldn't take a good shower. I wanted to masturbate, but I touched the CB6000. Well, who let me do this?

After taking a shower, I came out and saw Miaomiao and Sister Du staying together. I also sat over and peeled fruit for them. At this time, Sister Du seemed to be talking to herself, but she was actually knocking us: "Old people say that when a woman is pregnant, she should do less things, so that the baby she gives birth to will be clean." We looked at each other speechlessly, winked, and went back to the house dejectedly.

After closing the door, I quietly said to Miaomiao: "Sister Du has been single for so many years, do you want to find her a wife?"

Miaomiao said: "Why?"

I said, "When she saw our condoms today, would she think about how horny and thirsty she was when we were making out? Would she also want it?"

"Nonsense."

"She is only in her early 50s, and she also has sexual needs." I joked, "In ancient times, there were two women who served one husband together."

Miaomiao said: "It seems that you don't want to open your CB6000 in this life, and you are rude to the owner's mother."

As soon as I saw that Miaomiao's expression was wrong, I quickly knelt down and sucked her toes.

Miaomiao silently let me lick her feet. After a while, she said, "Kowtow to my mother until I am satisfied."

I turned around and started kowtowing to Sister Du in the living room outside the door. Miaomiao was behind me and stepped on my back with her feet. I felt her toes clasping the muscles of my back, and an angry breath came from the soles of her feet. I quickly kept kowtowing.

"In this family, you are a foot slave, my foot slave, and my mother's foot slave."

"I do."

"Really?" Miaomiao got out of bed and walked out of the room. I watched anxiously. She handed a bunch of keys into Sister Du's hand and said, "Mom, these are the keys to the downstairs door and all the keys to the house. I've given you one key each today. Take it with you when you go out."

Back in the house, Miaomiao asked me to hold her in my arms. She played with my nipples and said, "I've given you the key to CB6000, Master Cuckoo." After hearing this, I felt my lower body become hard again.

Recently, when I was working on a project, it was already midnight when I returned to the hotel every day. In order to be worthy of everyone and not let the posts be "eunuch", I still insisted on continuing to type. But after two days of not updating, the post sank and I couldn’t find it. Miaomiao couldn’t stand it anymore. It was already the fourth post, and the number of replies was only 110? Readers are not very helpful. So I allowed me to post two pictures. Those who reach the 500th floor will be rewarded with a pair of flesh-colored stockings. Those who reach the 1000th floor will be rewarded with a pair of original over-the-knee boots. Those who reach the 2000th floor can be her personal slaves with me. The key words are "long-term, friendship" (1. Asexual; 2. After the second child is completed and the body recovers; 3. Pass the interview and not annoying). If it is less than 200 floors within a week, then it is a eunuch, and everyone does not need to wait for updates. Start counting, it is the early morning of November 29, 2016. As for fellow friends, friendship is limited to the 2000th floor, and there is no sincerity. It is a big mistake to have an unattainable goal because you are too "sincere". We also know that there is basically no chance.

5. The slave mission during pregnancy

At this point in the plot, since we are married, I won’t call her by her nickname, and will simply call her “wife.”

My wife is more than five months pregnant. Anyone who has ever been pregnant knows that her feet will be swollen and she has gained more than 30 pounds. It can be described as miserable. At her request, while on annual leave, I went to a skills training school near Shijingshan to sign up for a crash course. Without teaching too much theory, the students were allowed to learn foot massage and massage within two weeks, as long as they knew how to massage comfortably. Most of the foreign women in the class wanted to establish themselves in the big cities of Beijing. After half a month, they graduated and went to various foot massage places.

Taking a pedicure class is a kind of enjoyment for me, who has a foot fetish. Because the class will pair up in pairs and massage each other under the guidance of the teacher. I am the only boy in the class, so my opponent must be a woman. She is Ningchun, a beauty from the Western Regions in Ningxia. I touched her feet for more than half a month and kissed her feet. By the time I touched her, I became very familiar with her and left her contact information. This is something to be said later.

After graduating from the pedicure class, I became my wife's masseur at home. Although I wasn't very professional, I was able to give massages that were much more comfortable than ordinary people. Every day after get off work, while Sister Du was cooking, I would make hot water for my wife to soak her feet. In order to ensure the smooth circulation of blood in her legs, I would sit on the ground and give her a pedicure, keeping her feet in a low position. When my wife becomes childlike, she will put her beautiful feet under my nose. Naturally, I can't help but suck on my wife's toes. While squeezing her toes, she looked nervously at the kitchen. If Sister Du turned around, she would see a live scene of a wife, master, husband and slave. Afterwards, I often asked my wife, what would I do if Sister Du found out? My wife scoffed and said that this just made her think that you are a wife-loving person. It’s just that you have no status in the family from now on.

After my wife became pregnant, all sexual life has stopped. Considering the influence of prenatal education, except for foot licking, SM activities have also stopped. The key to CB6000 is in Sister Du's hand, and she doesn't know it. She has been holding me back for half a year. I am full of servility in my bones. When I see my wife, I can't help but flow like a river. Sometimes when I see Sister Du, I also have the urge to kneel down. I am so coquettish that I obey her words. There is only one balcony in the house, in our master bedroom, which is where clothes are hung. When my servility comes up, I don't care whether it's my wife's or Sister Du's bra, panties, and stockings. I'll run to the balcony, kiss and smell the residual body odor on the clothes. Sometimes I bury my head in Sister Du's bra, and my wife looks at me and lets me indulge. Looking at my genitals trapped in CB6000, I smiled lightly. Do you still have the right to reproduce with your stinking and deprived genitals that have been locked up for almost half a year?

One day after dinner, I finished washing the dishes and was about to kneel down to bathe my wife's feet. My wife said, "My feet are not too tired today, so you can squeeze them for a while." I said yes, pushed the water basin to Sister Du's feet, and crawled over. Sister Du was shocked. I had never washed her feet before. She was embarrassed and instinctively pulled her feet back. I said, "Come on, give me your feet. It's very comfortable." My wife was also yelling at me: "It's only natural for a son to wash his mother's feet. Give him a chance." Sister Du dodged around. After a while, she saw me kneeling at her feet and felt embarrassed, so she She slowly stretched her foot over, I caught it with both hands, pretended to smell her foot, and said, "Sister Du's foot has no smell at all." She was startled and instinctively retracted her foot, saying, "What for?" I said, "I'm just teasing you." She stretched her foot over again. I gently took off her socks and soaked them in hot water. The water was a bit hot and her feet were red. She raised her feet and said they were hot. I said it was okay, so I would give you a pedicure first. During the pedicure, I deliberately placed her feet very close to my nose, saying that I could see them more clearly, but this time she did not avoid them. The faint salty smell of her toes came from the tip of my nose, and there was some small dust. I wanted to lick it off for her. After a while, the water temperature was right and I started to rub her feet with mud. Although she pays more attention to hygiene, she still rubs a lot of mud. The wife took the basin away and said, "Pinch it."

The force was a bit strong at first, and Sister Du couldn't adapt to it and wanted to hide. Sometimes when I press a sensitive part, my body shrinks, and I can't help but let out an "ah" sound. It feels like she is having sex with someone, and the reaction of her penis being inserted into her body makes me secretly happy. After she gradually adapts, I increase the intensity. No matter how painful it is, she will cooperate with my strength and adjust the soles of her feet to my finger joints to get the maximum enjoyment. Her comfort can be seen from observing the state of her toes. Although she is very nervous, she is very addictive.

After the pedicure, she was already snoring slightly. I kissed her feet, took her toes in my mouth, and slid the tip of my tongue from her heels to the gaps between her toes. My wife sat on the edge and watched indifferently. After a while, she asked softly: "Are you satisfied?" I nodded, put Sister Du's feet back on the sofa, and covered her with the quilt carefully. My wife pointed to Sister Du's foot-washing water and said, "The mud from your feet has settled. Drink the foot-washing water." I leaned down and started drinking. I drank half the basin, and my stomach felt uncomfortable. I said to my wife, "I feel so full after drinking." My wife asked: "How does it feel? Does it smell good?" I said, "It smells just like your foot wash." My wife said, "Don't waste the foot mud." I picked up the cup, carefully scooped up the foot mud from the bottom of the basin, and drank it. It was a little salty, but very humiliating.

My wife took out the CB6000 key from Sister Du's bag, opened it for me, and said, "Clean Sister Du's boots carefully, and then release them." I climbed to the shoe cabinet, carefully took out Sister Du's boots, wiped them gently with a wet cloth, and drank my mother-in-law's foot wash. From that day on, I became her foot slave and boot slave. I was very happy. Amidst the smell of boots, I ejaculated on Sister Du's boots.

The next day, when I asked my wife whether my performance yesterday was very obscene, she said calmly: "This is your mission, all foot slaves should be like this."

6. The end of cuckold career

As mentioned in the first article, my wife and lover have subjected me to inhumane physical and mental torture over the past five years. I have been integrated into their sex life day after day, living under their crotches all day long.

Before we decided to be their green slaves, we discussed how to call each other. Wife and lover naturally refer to each other as husband and wife. I expressed my wish to call the hero and heroine mom and dad. My wife objected, saying that it was disrespectful to her mother-in-law and disrespectful to our son. She was under psychological pressure and refused. My lover said that it doesn't matter what my name is, as long as you surrender to me in essence, you will be my life no matter what. My wife stepped on my head on the ground as a footrest, completely ignored my existence, and continued to discuss it with her lover. Finally, my lover convinced my wife, and she agreed to be my mother for the time being. I immediately kowtowed to them both, and my son paid his respects to his parents. The wife said: "You can't call me son. My son is only three years old. It's absolutely not allowed." The lover said: "Let's do this. You can just be a bitch." "I said: "Okay, listen to Dad. "They looked at each other and smiled, and stepped on my face in unison. I held the four big feet and started licking them. My wife also slapped me with the soles of her feet and asked me to lick them well for my father. I thought to myself that I am going to my lover so quickly. It seems that only a big cock can win sexual rights. She stepped on my face towards my father and said, "Serve the master more." "I closed my eyes and sucked his toes with all my heart. The male protagonist's feet were also very clean and had the majestic masculinity of a man. Maybe he was very strong. His feet also looked very strong, with long and thick toes and dark hairs on the toes, wide and powerful soles, and beautiful arches. I admired the male protagonist's feet as much as the female host's feet.

Five years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and my wife is also 35 years old. For the sake of her second child, she decided to call it a day. She met the male protagonist in the Maldives. Therefore, on this year’s National Day, the three of us came to the Maldives again to bring a beautiful end to the five wonderful years of our three people’s life. On the plane, the wife was a little tired and in a daze, so she lay in the hero's arms and closed her eyes to relax. I whispered: "Mom, are you reluctant to separate from dad?" My wife's eyes were a little moist, she raised her head and kissed dad on the mouth. The father opened his mouth and sucked her tongue into his mouth. The wife enjoyed his behavior the most and put her tongue into the father's mouth wantonly. I heard my wife's breathing gradually getting heavier and knew that she was enjoying my father's love, so I sat quietly beside her knowingly.

After a while, my wife rested obediently in his father's arms like a kitten, and his father stroked his wife's hair. For this final separation, my wife specially asked me to send her to have her hair permed last night. Then as usual, she packed up her father's favorite sexy lingerie and condoms, one box, two boxes, and three boxes. I asked from the side: "Is that enough?" Then she stopped. Then, she packed up the whip and handcuffs. I got emotional and said, "Wife, I'm sorry for you, let two men be satisfied at the same time." She laughed, slapped me in the face and said, "You are wrong, your father also likes to abuse you, we abuse you, not for you, but for our physiological needs." I She felt very humiliated and said: "Then why are you still willing to remarry me?" She said: "Fool, because this is just a game you want, and you want to push me to your father. So, I fell in love with your father. If you can have polyandry, all problems will be solved."

The plane soon arrived at Male Airport and I stopped reminiscing. My father and his wife clasped their hands together and prepared to get off the plane. I followed behind to manage their luggage. During the transfer, my father took me into the bathroom, locked my genitals with CB6000, and said: "Serve us well." The moment he turned around, I found that my father's penis was already erect. In the past five years, I have become accustomed to it arrogantly in front of my eyes. It conquered my woman and conquered me. I had no power and no intention to resist. I only wanted to worship this holy root that had excited me for five years.

Transferring from the airport to the island, soon the weather in the Maldives in October was still pleasant. In the room, they were naked and asked me to apply sunscreen. Dad, probably to show off his male power, asked me to apply sunscreen to his erect penis. My wife laughed and said, "Do you want to play with your penis exposed?" Dad said: " That's not necessarily the case. I will fuck you wherever I go." I was very humiliated and looked at my father's feet to show my expectation. My father was very satisfied with my performance and stretched his feet over, letting me indulge in his feet while spanking my ass with my wife's flip-flops. Sometimes my wife couldn't stand it anymore, so she would snatch the flip-flops away and say, "I'll fight." After a while, my wife led my father out, and I followed silently, watching them jumping, running, hugging, and kissing in front of me. There was no one on the beach. He couldn't help kissing her with his tongue again and again. I stood beside him stupidly, and everything he did seemed very abrupt. I saw that my father’s holy root had protruded, and it was obvious that he was in a mood. I felt that if they continued like this, they could start making love at any time, using the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed. I took out the condom and said, "Dad, do you want to use it now?" I put it on for you. My wife glared at me and said, "Bitch, can we have sex in this place?" I said, "That's right, let's get some sun first." We all sat down near the beach, letting the waves wash over our feet, and I subconsciously started giving them both pedicures. There was no one around at noon. I comforted myself. Yes, I was their servant. They were gods above me. I was very satisfied to be able to serve them.

After a while, both of us were sweating profusely. My wife got up and asked me to lie down, and then my father got up too. They buried me with sand together. After a while, I couldn't move. My father picked up two shells, put them on my chest, and said, "Look, they look like two white bra cups." It made my wife laugh. I said, "No, the sun is too dazzling." My wife put the flip-flops on my forehead and said, "Don't move your head, it will be dazzling if the shoes fall off." I saw them walking towards the sea from the side, and gradually disappeared from my sight. I heard my wife laughing and my dad saying he was ready to go in, and then the sound of the waves became louder and louder. The sun made me so hot that I fell asleep. When I woke up, they were already beside me, talking and laughing. When she found that I was awake, my wife took off the flip-flops on my head and stepped on my face. I said, "There is sand in my mouth." My wife said, "Lick your feet, you have no choice." I licked my feet and asked, "Did you have sex in the sea?" My wife said, "Yes." I asked again, "Did you cum?" My wife stepped hard on my face with her foot and stopped talking. After a while, my father said, "Go back, take a shower, and want to have another sex." My wife then pulled me up and said, "You are free."

Back in the house, my father turned on the music, and the two hugged each other on the sofa, drinking red wine and getting tipsy. I was lying on the ground from a distance, watching them having fun, looking at my wife's body, and letting my father touch her. I took out a condom, but my wife stopped me and said, "Since we are very excited today, why not try to have a second child in the Maldives." I looked at my wife and said, "Mom, aren't you going to have a second child with me?" My father also looked at his wife in surprise. My wife asked me: "Have you passed the cuckold level test? I remember you said you accepted top cuckolds." I nodded and did not deny it. My wife said, just now, I had sex with your father once in the sea, and his energy has not yet returned to its best. Later, we will have another time, and you will serve us and also ejaculate inside. After that, I will release you and give you enough time to complete an internal ejaculation. Since you have been abstinent for more than half a year, your sperm should be very active. As for whether it's your child you're pregnant with, that's up to God.

Dad thought for a moment and agreed, and they both looked at me.

I looked at my wife and knew that she wanted to give my father a chance.

I said: "Actually, mom, there is no need for you to separate from dad. I always want to be your slave."

My wife said, "Maybe, we will have sex again in the future, but as friends, not as your parents."

I agreed, crawled to my father's feet, and took my father's glans into my mouth. They hugged and kissed with their tongues. I clearly felt that the glans in my mouth was swelling little by little...

7. Causes of cuckolding.

In order to make a living, I often take on large projects from other places or even abroad. I go on business trips for several months, and during the process I can only express my love over the phone. After the wife gave birth to her child, she quit her job as a securities dealer in order to take care of the child, and opened a small coffee shop with her best friend. The environment was good, but the business was average, and the customers were all regular customers. I spent half a day sitting in my wife's shop.

Since the two places separated, it has completely become a sexless marriage. Every night, I take a break, make videos with my wife, kowtow to my wife, look at my feet that are so close, but can't lick them. My wife is really stifled. She can't stand a life without me licking my feet. She said that from my licking of feet, she can gain a sense of security. Maybe she can kneel down and lick her feet. Seeing my surrender, she thinks I am very harmless. My wife once fantasized about a group of slaves, two licking the feet, two licking the breasts, one licking the asshole, and one licking the pussy. She was very curious about what it would be like to have all the sensitive areas of the body activated at the same time. SM must be a two-way demand. The slave cannot live without the master, and the master cannot live without the slave.

I bought a "gun machine" for my wife on Taobao. At the beginning of the period, when my wife and I were making videos, I watched her being fucked by the "gun machine" several times. The thrusts were very frequent and she also had orgasms. I secretly recorded it and opened it when I had nothing to do. I imagined that this "gun machine" was a powerful male protagonist who would pin my wife down and make her want to die.

Gradually, my wife lost interest in the sex machine, saying that it was impersonal, could not flirt verbally, had no foreplay, could not adjust the rhythm, and could only dryly fuck the vagina, which was really stupid. Seeing that the opportunity had come, I said jokingly: "You don't want to find a one-night stand, do you?"

My wife said, "I don't like one-night stands. I don't like getting sexually transmitted diseases all over my body and then passing them on to you. I like sex with a human touch."

I said: "Then I will find you a lover, haha?"

My wife said, "Can you accept it?"

I said: "I have always had this attitude. You are my wife and my master. You are excellent. There should not be only one man to love you. If you have other lovers, I will accept it."

My wife said: "You have been instilling this idea in me for so many years."

I made it up: "I once had a dream. I dreamed that I was paralyzed. You didn't want to abandon me, but you needed a man, so you took me and remarried."

My wife said, "I think it will work."

I continued to make up: "From now on, I will call him eldest brother and your sister-in-law. Our son will call him daddy and my uncle."

My wife said, "Can you accept it?"

I said, "I have to accept that I can't leave you."

The wife said: "If I remarry, I can only sleep with him. He can fuck me legitimately, but you can't."

I said: "Of course I know that you will have sex with him, but I am incompetent and can only listen to you having sex in the next room."

My wife found it very exciting and cooperated: "You are not incompetent, you can also lick feet. I convinced your brother that licking feet is your job. Our family does not support idlers."

I said: "If I were a tree, you would put me next to your bed and I would watch you having sex every day."

My wife said, "Then you might as well make a condom, put it on your brother's cock, and fuck your ex-wife."

Speaking of arousal, I masturbated in front of my wife in the video, and she let the masturbator fuck me for a while, and then we said good night to each other.

Early the next morning, I received a text message from my wife, "What you said was so beautiful. I had an orgasm last night."

I replied: "Sister-in-law, let me find my eldest brother for you."

The wife said: "I know you have always wanted me to have a lover, right?"

I didn't know how to answer the call, so I could only say "um".

My wife said, "Then I'll leave this matter to you."

When I saw these words from my wife, I was excited and disappointed at the same time. It turned out that my wife's sexual desire was so strong. I felt the heartache of losing my wife, but this pain stimulated my pleasure.

After every night of the video, my wife never mentioned this matter, as if nothing happened, but she had assigned this task to me.

In fact, it is not that easy to find a green master. He must be healthy, polite, good-looking and in good shape, have a harmonious family, and have a formal job. He must not be a gangster or a cheater. In short, it is not easy. I have never found one...

The update is a bit slow. I don’t dare to stay up late to update. The quality of the work the next day will be affected. Please include it. Before updating, let’s make a unified reply to some netizens’ messages.

1. The issue of male protagonist’s appearance

Speaking of which, I have to give a spoiler. The wife found the hero herself. Since she likes him, there must be something more attractive to her than his looks. The male protagonist is tall, handsome and rich, which certainly satisfies the YY of some netizens to a certain extent, but this is just YY, not the real male protagonist. If you have experienced it, you will find that the excitement that cuckold brings to you comes from its psychological changes and is not entirely a visual impact.

2. The relationship between cuckolds and wealth

First of all, if you are really very poor, you should really consider survival first. However, we are not rich, but we can still have a stable source of living. I believe that for many people, it is not difficult to go to the Maldives several times, right? Therefore, what SM brings to us is the icing on the cake, passion, not wealth. Maybe you think we are poor from the pictures I posted, but that’s because we didn’t have time to think about home decoration before. Now that we’re about to have a second child, we can’t even do any decoration.

3. If your wife lets others play with her, she will regret it later.

The friend who said this can just turn around and leave. There is no need to behave like you are getting an advantage. Using the word "play" shows that we are not from the same group. I never regard this as play, although I admit that this is a abnormal psychology. I think the wife should get the love of the male protagonist. As for whether I will regret it after many years, I definitely won’t, because this is an experience that my wife and I have had, just an experience. Why would I regret it? As a cuckold, my wife and male lead satisfy my needs, and I have no regrets.

7. The wife’s transformation

Over the past few months, I have been looking for a lover for my wife, just like looking for a needle in a haystack. To be honest, this method is inefficient and ineffective. On the one hand, if you are outside the development circle, they will not understand you and treat you as a pervert or a liar. They find it unreasonable to sacrifice your wife. Of course, you cannot tell your acquaintances. You are really stupid to do that. On the other hand, it may not be reliable to find someone in the circle. From the bottom of my heart, I think that many hungry men are looking for one-night stands under the banner of being green. I really hope that my wife will have another love and don't want to ruin her body. Many men, in order to satisfy their psychological needs and save the country, first become men. I am an M myself, and I feel that human nature in the industry is complicated. Since I can’t see through it, I stay away from it.

On the other hand, my wife's communication with me gradually became less and less. I was busy with projects and was not around, so I couldn't communicate with her every day. Sometimes I send a text message and may not reply until evening, saying: "Foot slave, I'm sorry, the master is busy during the day."

I said: "I'm still looking for your lover, don't worry."

She said: "I'm not in a hurry, it's you who are."

I said yes, how about we make a video first and train me, my skin was itchy again.

My wife sometimes cooperates with me, but this cooperation gradually becomes less and less. Sometimes she puts her feet in front of the camera and asks me to kneel and kowtow, while she falls asleep. I feel very sorry for her. Business is slowly picking up, but she is also very tired. Gradually, unless the servility is rampant, I no longer ask her to train me.

Until one day, I was working overtime on a project and received an MMS from my wife. I opened it and saw two intertwined hands. On the small hand that was clasped, I saw my wife’s wedding ring. I felt inexplicably excited. He quickly replied: "Master, do you want to give me a surprise?" His wife did not reply. After a while, another MMS message came through. I couldn't help but tremble, so I quickly opened it. It was two pairs of bare feet, one of which was my wife's size 39 feet, which were very familiar to me. They were also painted with my favorite black nail polish. I called back, but my wife hung up. After a while, a text message came from her: "Foot slave, you are so mean when you touch our feet." I called again, but her phone had been turned off.

I admired these two jade feet carefully and imagined my wife's current state. Have you already had sex? Got creampied? Who is that man? My mind is full of questions. But the men's football in the picture was very strong and masculine. I couldn't help but kneel on the ground and admire it. That night, I left many words to my wife, expressing my sincerity.

From then on, my wife stopped answering my calls and I tried to call other numbers. As soon as she heard my voice, she would hang up immediately. Oh my god, this is torturing me. I called her partner, who remained silent and said that the business cooperation was very pleasant and that it was difficult to comment on her private life. I became even more suspicious. Something must have happened to my wife.

It wasn't until one time when I called Sister Du and she asked: "When will you come back? Miaomiao has been very hard recently and she came home very late." I started to believe it. I felt that I couldn't pursue the question any further and wanted to give her some space. I left a message to my wife: "Master, no matter what, I love you." She didn't reply to me.

More than a month passed in the blink of an eye, and my wife sent a text message saying: "The day after tomorrow is my birthday, will you come back?"

I replied: "Got to go back."

She said: "He made an appointment with me on my birthday, but he won't spend it with you."

I replied: "I'll wait for you to come back at home."

She said: "It's up to you, Sister Du misses you too."

After a while, I couldn't hold it any longer and asked, "Where are you now? Have you had sex?"

She said: "We have known each other for three months, do you think we can have sex?"

I was speechless. After a while, my wife sent me a multimedia message. It was a used condom with light yellow semen inside. It was obvious that I saw my wife’s fingers wearing the matchmaking agent.

My wife said, "This is the answer."

I feel so sad. I am looking forward to my wife cheating on her. If she is really going to cheat on her, I feel like I am missing out. My lower body became hard involuntarily.

I asked: "Does it feel good?"

My wife replied: "He is very good at playing."

In fact, until that moment, I still thought that my wife did not have sex, just to match my servility and to train me mentally.

On my wife's birthday, I returned home early. My wife may have told Sister Du in advance that I would go back. Sister Du was waiting for me downstairs with the baby in her arms. She was very happy and I said, "Miaomiao has something to do today and won't be back." Sister Du said, "It's okay. My daughter's birthday is Mother's Good Friday. We will spend it tonight." After entering the house, I entered the bedroom first and closed the door to see if there were any clues. No clues were found. Thinking about it, my wife must have ruined the scene by calling me in advance to ask if I was coming home.

After dinner in the evening, I put away the dishes and chopsticks. In an inexplicable act of servility, I saw Sister Du coaxing the children on the sofa. I fetched hot water, knelt down and said, "I haven't washed your feet for a long time, and my hands are a bit raw." Sister Du was used to this kind of service, so she consciously stretched out her feet and said, "Queen Foot Therapist" , pinch it well." I held Sister Du's feet and stared at them. Sister Du was afraid that I couldn't see clearly, so she stretched them towards me. I joked: "Sister Du, your feet are almost burning my face." Sister Du laughed and said, "Really?" After that, she really stepped on my face. Oh my god, the servility in my body was instantly aroused, and I was actually played by my mother-in-law like this.

After squeezing her feet for a while, I said, "This is not how I usually pinch Miaomiao." Sister Du asked, "How?" I said, close your eyes. Sister Du closed her eyes. I bit the flesh pad on Sister Du's toes with my teeth, which is the area with the most reflex areas on the sole of the foot. Sister Du shrank her legs and opened her eyes, very surprised. I calmly pulled my feet over and said, "Sister Du, I will continue to press on you, don't move." It was indeed very comfortable, and Sister Du was happy to close her eyes and enjoy it. Sister Du said: "You are really nice to Miaomiao." I said: "I will be nicer to Miaomiao's mother." Sister Du was very helpful and her toes were very cooperative. He also took the initiative and said: "Bite this toe for a while." I turned to my mother-in-law and got hard.

After pinching for a while, my wife opened the door and entered the house. I thought she was going out to have sex with her lover tonight and would not come back. Sister Du was very embarrassed. My wife said, "It's okay. He is best at pinching feet with his mouth. Generally, this trick can only be used on family members." My wife said to me, she will pinch me for a while later. My waist is very sore and something has happened in the past two days. I understood it and suddenly realized it.

My wife cut a piece of cake for us and Sister Du ate it. My wife asked me to eat it too. Sister Du said, "Go ahead and rinse your mouth. You just finished biting your feet." My wife said, "It's okay. My mother-in-law's feet are not dirty. He doesn't mind it." Looking at Sister Du's disbelief, she picked up a strawberry from the cake and placed it on Sister Du's instep and asked, "Do you mind it?" I didn't say anything, stretched my head, ate the strawberry on Sister Du's instep, and licked the cream. My wife picked up another grape and stuffed it between Sister Du's toes. I opened my mouth, took Sister Du's toes in my mouth, and hooked them hard with my tongue. Sister Du said: "Look at you, what kind of bullying he did, he spoiled you rotten."

My wife said, "No, where can I find such a good son-in-law?" After saying that, she went back to the house and put a collar on me, and gave the chain to Sister Du. Said: "I'm going back to the house."

When Sister Du saw that my wife had returned to the house, she quickly untied the chain for me and tried to take off the collar, but my wife had already locked it and couldn't untie it, so she gave up. Sister Du said, "Miaomiao is in trouble. She is a bit willful, so please let her go." I said it was okay, I just liked her bullying me. Sister Du was satisfied with my answer.

When I returned home, I saw my wife talking to her lover on the phone, calling her husband and wife. When she saw me coming, she motioned for me to kneel down and said, "He's here, let me train him." After saying that, she stretched out her feet. I licked. Listen to them talk about love. I couldn't help myself and said, "I want to serve you for sex." On the other end of the phone, the male protagonist laughed. My wife sat up and said, "Master, don't interrupt what I'm talking about." After saying that, she slapped me hard with her foot, which made my face numb. I looked completely different from the one I had on the phone just now.

When I woke up the next day, my wife got me a hot towel, put it on my face, and asked, "Does it still hurt?" I shook my head. She said, "Do you hate me?" I shook my head. She said, "Is this what you want?" I nodded.

She replied to the Miaomiao who loved me and said: "You can wait two days before leaving. When my aunt is gone, you can wait for us to have sex. Fulfill your wish."

8. The Beginning of the Cuckold Slave

According to my original idea, my wife merged into the happiness of riding two boats, enjoying the feeling of being loved by two men, just like the rain came after a long drought. Sometimes I feel that women are a body of contradictions. They keep demanding equality between men and women and demanding men's exclusiveness, but in their hearts they also long for polyandry, but many objective conditions suppress their inner thoughts.

I asked my wife many times to introduce me to meet her lover, but my wife politely refused. She said that the feeling now was just right. She had already cuckolded me, which was enough. If I met her lover, many uncontrollable situations would arise. I teased her about whether there was something shameful about her lover, but she made no excuses.

I pretended to be angry and said, "Why don't you consider my feelings anymore? You are a white-eyed wolf who is trying to destroy bridges."

She said: "It was you who made me cheat, and you were my life-and-death slave. I didn't force you."

I continued to grind on her: "But, I really want to see how you feel when you have sex. There is a difference between mental cuckoldry and physical cuckoldry."

She said: "I hope you won't pierce this layer of window paper. We also have to respect his opinions, right?"

My wife is already thinking from the perspective of a lover, and I feel sour in my heart.

After a period of time, I tried to peek into her mobile phone and laptop, only to find that she had changed her password at some point. I looked through her bag and found nothing else except a few spare condoms and aphrodisiac perfume. It's disgusting, he obviously thinks I'm a thief.

Finally the opportunity came. I just finished a project and I sent a text message to my wife, saying that I would be flying back to Beijing at noon. My wife replied that she knew. I landed in the evening and took a taxi to go home. When the taxi just entered the community gate, I remembered to turn on my phone. Then I saw several unread messages from my wife, one of which was sent around 5 o'clock. She asked me to call her back after landing.

I was about to call back when a text message from her came over again, saying: "Foot slave, I have an appointment with my husband tonight. I may not go back tonight. I wanted to see you before leaving, but it seems it's too late. I'm leaving soon. Please go home quickly and help Sister Du keep an eye on the mistress."

I replied: "Yes, I just landed." After that I added: "Remember to wear a condom."

She replied: "Hateful, to use your own words, he took it."

Our car has a limited number today, and my wife will definitely not be able to use the car. I got out of the taxi and hurried to the basement to pick up the car and park it at the entrance of the community. After a while, I saw my wife walking out in a hurry. Wearing a tight-fitting casual sling on the upper body, denim lace hot pants on the lower body, a pair of 10 cm white high heels, and black hip-length fishnets, the ground is very cool when you step on it. It's easy for people to mistake her for a chicken at night, but most men love this one.

I drove slowly and followed her. At the gate of the community, a Q7 had been waiting for a long time. My wife opened the door, got in skillfully, and the car started and drove away. I followed this car to find out what was going on. Regardless of the number restrictions, I caught up with the rush hour and drove from Shijingshan to Chaoyang at a tortuous speed, arriving at a five-star hotel. I followed the car into the basement and parked the car from a distance.

Just as I was about to get off the car, my wife called me. As soon as I answered, she yelled at me on the other end of the phone, "You bastard, if you dare to follow me, I'll fuck you."

Cold sweat broke out on my back, "How do you know?".

The wife said: "The license plate is bound to my text message. You pig, what do you want to do? You think I am farting."

He was unrelenting on the phone. Her parking space was not far from mine, and I actually heard her voice without having to call. I quickly apologized over and over again, and I heard her lover trying to persuade her on the phone.

I heard him say, "Baby, don't argue with him. What he did was unfair. His crime is not worthy of death. Please spare him."

I said, "I'm really confused. Just enjoy yourself. I'm going back."

The wife said: "Park the car and come here."

I ran over anxiously and knocked on the car window. The car window rolled down a crack. It was dark in the car and I couldn't see the male protagonist.

I just saw my wife turning her face and staring at me: "Kneel down."

I looked around and found no one and no camera, so I quickly knelt down. The Q7 chassis is very high. After kneeling down, I could basically only hear my wife's voice and not see her.

The wife said to her lover: "See, he is like this."

The lover said: "Today I finally saw a live foot slave."

The wife said: "He has always wanted to be your foot slave. Do you want to think about it?"

The lover said: "If I promise you, you will be relieved?"

The wife said: "You don't have to force him, he is just a pervert, and he is in disgrace today."

I quickly interrupted: "The master's great kindness will never be forgotten by the slave."

Her lover laughed loudly in the car: "What kind of kindness?"

I said: "The favor of taking away my wife."

The wife said: "Husband, look at him, he is so mean."

The lover said: "I accept it, don't you just want to watch us have sex?"

My wife asked me to get up and said, "I'll give you two hours. Go home, make arrangements, and bring the tools."

After thanking me, I hurried home and returned to the hotel basement in just the right time. I hurriedly called my wife, and when the call was connected, my wife was moaning on the other end of the phone and said, "Waiting in the car." I was just about to say don't hang up the phone and let me listen, but the phone was already hung up. I felt doubly humiliated. I waited in the car, while my wife was in ecstasy under her lover's body. I felt that my lower body was already wet.

Half an hour later, my wife sent the room number to my mobile phone. My heart beat faster, I was so excited that my whole body was shaking involuntarily, and I was so nervous that I went to my wife’s door and rang the doorbell. The door opened a small crack, and my wife lowered her voice and said, "Climb in."

My wife was sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine and wearing heavy makeup. The male protagonist is taking a shower in the bathroom. I quickly crawled to my wife’s feet, kowtowed and admitted my mistake. My wife lifted my chin with her toes and stared at me for a long time. My wife's dark blue eyes and bright red lips make me slavish.

"Stop it yourself." The wife pointed to the high heels placed aside.

I crawled over, picked up a high-heeled shoe, and slapped my mouth. My wife saw that my face was swollen and asked me to stop. She tied my hands and feet behind my back with handcuffs and shackles, and put socks around my eyes several times. I couldn't see anything, I could only listen with my ears straightened. My wife put the soles of her feet on my head and whipped my nipples with a leather whip. It felt numb and electric. My genitals became hard and she clamped them between her toes.

After a while, my lover finished taking a bath, and my wife put down everything and kissed him. I felt two more soles of feet above my head.

The lover said: "You are late, we have finished. I have always said that Miaomiao's vagina is still so tight after giving birth. Today I finally found out. It turns out that your dick is only this big?"

I said: "So I am only qualified to be Miaomiao's foot slave. It was your strength that Miaomiao was snatched away by you."

I vaguely saw my wife holding my lover's foot and stretching it to my mouth. She had just taken a shower and had only a faint salty smell. I felt his foot was approaching, so I opened my mouth and took her toes. The moment I took the male lead's toes in my mouth, I was so excited that I almost cried.

The wife said, "You finally got what you wanted."

I said: "Thank you, master."

He laughed, and then discussed the names of the three of us with his wife. As mentioned before, it will be mentioned here in one sentence. In the end, the three of us were called, in order, dad, mom, and bitch.

I licked my father's feet vigorously, and my mother kept directing me. This feeling was very different. A wife commanded her husband to lick the feet of her lover. This kind of humiliation cannot be expressed in words. After licking for twenty minutes, my father said, "My feet are swollen from your licking." My mother gave him the whip and asked him to continue beating me. She put on her high heels and left. After a while, she said to me, "Bitch, we left something good for you." After saying that, she inserted the 10-centimeter heels into my mouth with both feet, forced my mouth open, and said, "Don't move, stick out your tongue to catch it." After a few seconds, mucus began to drip on the tip of my tongue. From the smell, I already knew it was my father's semen, which was very fishy. For me, who had never served a male protagonist before, I didn’t have time to adapt. As soon as I got started, the heavy taste was really overwhelming, and I felt like retching immediately. But there seemed to be a lot of liquid, an endless supply. My mother said: "Don't waste a drop." I took a big mouthful, gritted my teeth and hoarded it. My mother quickly brought toilet paper and blocked my mouth, saying: "These papers are also reserved for you, for daddy to wipe his dick." I retched and couldn't spit it out. I was stunned for a moment, but before I could calm down, my parents were kissing on the sofa again. The sound was just tongue kissing, and they kept sucking.

After kissing for a long time, my father said, "That's it for today. This guy drove here. He will be the driver later and take mom home safely. Dad will leave first." I kowtowed to express my gratitude. After mom sent dad away, she removed my blindfold, handcuffs, and shackles, and said, "How do you feel?"

I nodded: "Not bad."

Mom said: "As long as you don't regret it. Sometimes I feel like you are more like my master. You arranged the plot, whether we like it or not."

I said, "I don't regret it, let's enjoy it together."

Mom handed me the condom and said, "This is your first time to take semen. Keep it as a souvenir. The inside belongs to dad and the outside belongs to mom. One day we will cum inside and create a little master for you."

I looked at the condom, like a used bullet casing. Even after the war, history can never forget that the male protagonist once wore it and went in and out of my wife.

I said, "He has already left, and you still call yourself mother. It seems that you are deeply involved in the drama."

She said: "From now on, I will be your mother first, then your master, and finally your wife, but now I feel that I am no longer your wife."

I said: "I understand that after experiencing this game, my status in your heart has been reduced."

She said: "When you get out of the game, I will still love you."

I felt moved in my heart and was about to stand up and hug her.

She pressed the top of my head with one foot and said, "What are you thinking about? Now you are a foot slave, let's start working."

9. Long-distance cuckold slave

Since I came back from home last time, I have been missing my father and mother. My mother washed the condom that symbolized the first time we had sex, put it in our marriage certificate, and asked me to take it back to work. In the dead of night, take it out, lick it, smell it, and imagine that your parents are having sex in bed at this moment. When I look at my mother's name on the marriage certificate, I often feel confused. One is my wife, and the other is the high-ranking queen.

According to the arrangement of my unit, I was sent to Brazil for a year and a half to assist a Chinese-funded company in its merger and acquisition project. The reason why I decided to go was that in addition to increasing my professional qualifications, I also received generous subsidies and reimbursed round-trip air tickets every six months. After getting my mother's permission, I set off. Before leaving, my mother supervised me in the video as I put on the CB6000 and fastened the disposable plastic lock. She recorded the code on the lock and warned me not to release it without permission, but to rinse it frequently to ensure hygiene. If I break the rules of the game without permission, I will be responsible for all the consequences.

My mother is from Jiangsu. She looks gentle but has a resolute personality. I never dare to disobey her. I said, "When I return to China, can I see my father's true face in Lushan?"

My mother was noncommittal and said, "You can see me when it's time for you to see me."

I said, "Every time you have sex, can you leave me a message?"

She said: "It's once every two or three days. How can I notify you? I'll tell you when I'm in a good mood."

I said, "The frequency of sex is too high. It's rare to have such a strong sexual desire after the age of 30. Don't forget to wear a condom."

Mom said: "I fall in love with your father. Sometimes I really want to have a child with him."

I didn't speak for a long time. When it came to this, I couldn't say whether I could accept it or not. I was worried about the gain and loss.

My mother chuckled and said, "At least not yet, but the initiative is mine. Since this is what you want, I will make arrangements in the future, and it doesn't matter what you say."

I said, "Well, you have given me a vaccination. If you really get pregnant, maybe your heart will be completely given to your father, and I will completely lose you."

Mom suddenly became gentler and said, "Sometimes I feel quite guilty for you. I didn't persuade you to rein in the situation, but cooperated with you. Now it's out of control. But don't worry, even if you are not my husband in the future, I will satisfy you and let you be my slave forever. If you love me as before, I will not abandon you. Be careful all the way."

I was excited because my mother always kept her word, so I kowtowed to the video to thank her.

After arriving in Brazil, the time difference was exactly the opposite of that in China. The longer the merger and acquisition project took, the greater the variables, and the project was very urgent. I basically had no time to chat with my mother. She also knew that I was busy and basically would not take the initiative to greet me. Sometimes both parties were online and were silent.

One day after getting off work early, I checked her QQ online and asked her to say hello. Unexpectedly, she responded immediately. She said that she was very good recently and her life was very nourishing.

I asked her why she didn't talk to me.

She said: "You and I are the most familiar strangers."

I laughed and said that this metaphor was very appropriate.

I asked, "When was the last time you had sex with your dad?"

She sent a picture of four long, bare legs on the bed, and said, "I felt like I was getting more and more sexy after we had sex last night. I want to dress up beautifully every day and let your dad strip me naked little by little."

I blushed.

She said: "Go to work quickly to avoid traffic jams during rush hours." Then her profile picture went dark.

A few months passed in the blink of an eye, and I didn't know what state they were in. I left her a message, asking if I could go home and wait for them to have sex, and the company would pay for the transportation to and from them. She replied and said in the video tonight. Her evening is Brazil's morning. Early the next morning, I woke up very early. I estimated that it was about 8pm domestic time and my mother should have finished her meal. I sent a video application, but my mother didn't answer. She replied to the message and said, "Kneel down and wait for half an hour. I'm putting on makeup now." I was wondering what makeup to put on at eight o'clock in the evening when it was time to wash up and go to bed. When I looked at the time, it was time to go to the project. I was anxious and could only wait.

More than 20 minutes later, my mother sent me a video application. I quickly clicked on it. When my mother saw me wearing formal clothes, she burst out laughing and said, "Are you in a hurry to go to work? Then get out of here." It took me less than a minute to quickly take off my clothes and kneel down again. In the video, the mother is wearing black pajamas, her face is not heavily made up, but it can be seen that she has been carefully groomed, and her fingers are painted with black nail polish.

I asked: "Are you having sex with daddy again tonight?"

She nodded.

I asked: "When are you leaving?"

She said: "I won't leave."

I said, "What do you mean?"

My mother turned the camera, and I saw a pair of men's feet on the bed. As the camera turned, I saw a male nude leaning on the bed with his legs crossed.

Mom said: "Your dad is waiting for me on the bed. We will have sex later."

I yelled. He kowtowed quickly and said, "The dog slave kowtows to daddy to say hello."

Dad said from a distance: "Bitch, dad and your mom couldn't get enough sex, so they ended up in your bed at your house."

I asked: "Sister Du didn't notice it, that's crazy."

Mom said: "Sister Du has known about my relationship with your father a few months ago. I will wait for you to explain it to her when you come back."

I asked: "Then Sister Du acquiesces to your relationship?" My mother said: "Sister Du is my biological mother. Do you think she is towards you or towards me?"

My heart collapsed. To be honest, I still couldn't believe Sister Du's behavior. She has been single for so many years. I thought she was very conservative in her thinking. I didn't expect that she would be so unprincipled in her own daughter. She should at least feel sorry for me, my real uncle.

I asked my father: "Do you have a good relationship with Sister Du?"

Dad said: "You don't have to worry about this. By the way, from now on this will be our dragon bed and your restricted area. You can only look up at us from under the bed."

I kowtowed and thanked her, and my wife was occupied, as was my bed.

My father leaned over, stood behind my mother, and hugged her neck. I saw that my father's dragon root was already raised high, as if to declare his sovereignty. This dragon root would enter my wife's body in a few minutes.

Mom caressed Dad's dragon root and said to me: "Look, the glans is so bright. It's a few centimeters longer than yours. It's like a puddle of water when you touch it."

I was deeply humiliated. Indeed, it is an impressive penis, and even with my normal sexual orientation, I inevitably find it very beautiful and masculine.

Mom said: "Okay, we are going to have sex. You go to work quickly. I have discussed it with your father. I will apply for a tourist visa in a while. You don't need to come back. After the visa is processed, I will take the child to Brazil to see you."

I was very surprised, and my father said: "Yes, I agree, let you two live together as a couple."

I kowtowed again to express gratitude. When I looked up, I found that my mother had turned off the video. I quickly put on my clothes. Even though my lower body hurt, I could only concentrate on going to work.

More than a month passed, and I took a few days off. The mother took the child to the passionate and enthusiastic Brazil. The beautiful and exotic customs made the mother feel very good. After a few days of jet lag, I didn't dare to make any unreasonable requests. My mother’s favorites were Brazil’s famous Havana flip-flops and Melissa sandals. After trying on one pair after another, she restrained herself when I told her I couldn’t sell them any more or she wouldn’t be able to leave the country.

In a park, she asked me, there are too many beauties in Brazil, are you being dishonest?

I said, it’s useless if I’m dishonest. As soon as I took off my pants, the beauty saw my CB6000.

She laughed and said: "It seems that it is very wise for you to abstain from sex."

I said, "Yeah, we haven't seen each other for a few months, haven't you noticed that I'm very mean? I'll do whatever you ask me to do now."

She said: "Then kneel down for me."

As soon as my cock tightened and my legs softened, I knelt down for her, which shocked the child.

I particularly like her size 39 feet, with slender toes, perfect for wearing flip-flops.

She said: "Poor foot slave, get up quickly. Stop staring at my feet. I will let you have a good foot fetish tonight."

In the evening, we put the child to bed early. I put on the hot water and let my mother take a bath in the bathtub. I knelt outside the bathtub and squeezed his feet. She closed her eyes and enjoyed it.

I asked her: "Mom, has the slave's foot-pinching technique not changed yet?"

She was soaking in the bath, her face turned red, she opened her eyes and said, "It's just the two of us now, you don't have to be too formal, just call me master."

I said: "Yes master."

She stood up, asked me to dry her, and said: "I want to ride a horse, take me to the bed." She grabbed my hair and put her legs on my shoulders. I looked up, and the master's feet were right in front of me, but far away in the horizon. I swallowed my saliva and crawled slowly.

The owner used scissors to cut open the plastic lock of CB6000 and ordered to clean it quickly and rinse it thoroughly with disinfectant. Do not ejaculate.

I crawled to the bathroom on my knees, jumped into the bathtub, and washed myself in the second-hand bath water used by the owner. After washing, I went out and saw the owner wearing a bathrobe, lying on her side on the bed watching TV. The Brazilian on the TV was confused, and she didn't know if she was watching it seriously. I tried to get on the bed, but she stretched out her legs to stop me and said, "What do you want to do? Get down and kneel down. You are a foot slave now. This is your identity."

I got off the bed and knelt down, and she gently poked my nipples with her toes, and her penis immediately raised its head as if it was electrocuted.

She was very satisfied and said, "That's right, I didn't masturbate secretly."

Just like that, she continued to watch TV and wouldn't let me touch her while I knelt down.

After a long time, she asked me: "Do you want to lick your feet?"

I nodded.

She stretched out one foot, I held it respectfully, smelled it like a dog, carefully smelled every toe, and then began to suck each toe passionately. She did not mind and let me indulge, maybe she pitied me. For a husband who has been deprived of the right to have sex, licking feet may be the greatest reward.

I don't know when, she had turned off the TV and looked at me quietly. I didn't say anything, I just looked back and licked my feet without stopping.

She said: "Your tongue is getting more and more flexible. You are not a qualified husband, but you are a qualified foot slave. Without you licking my feet, there will be less fun every day."

I continued to lick without saying anything, and she opened my mouth with her two big toes and said, "Stick out your tongue."

I stuck out my tongue and looked at her like this, saliva dripping down drop by drop. She took a picture of it with her mobile phone, showed it to me and said, "This is what your dog looks like." I barked twice.

She chuckled and said, "I want to talk to you properly. Can you not be mean?"

I shook my butt and continued barking.

She said: "You are hopeless." She picked up the newly bought flip-flops and slapped me in the face. The corner of my mouth bleeded after being slapped, and she gave me some medicine in a distressed manner.

Then let me continue to kneel, put my feet on the back of my head, and say something that has impressed me so far:

"My dear, let's get a divorce. You can't get out of this game, and I can't get out either. I've discussed it with him. Since you like to be a cuckold, we can satisfy you, but I don't want to bear the reputation of cheating in marriage. It's unfair to me. You keep saying that you are a slave. "Slave, it's up to you to decide the rules, so in exchange for our divorce, I will marry him on the same day. We have drafted the divorce agreement. It is a fair agreement. We did not bully you. Sister Du asked me to choose one of the two. This is my decision."

I was stunned and struggled to raise my head. She stepped on it hard. If you resist, I don't want this foot slave anymore.

I calmed down for a while and said: "Miaomiao, wife, I love you, have you really decided? I want to think about it." I suddenly felt like trying to retain, the feeling of imminent loss.

She laughed and said, "How do you feel now?"

I said, "Heartache."

She said: "This is a plot designed by me, just to make you feel heartbroken."

I said, "Can we divorce if we get married?"

She said: "Leave." She let go of her feet, sat on the ground, looked at me and said: "Now, since you still want to play, then follow the master's decision. Why don't I have sex with you tonight, because whether to have sex or not is not what you want. You are a slave. In this game, you have to listen to me. You are not qualified to have sex. I am 16 cm and you are 12 cm. What qualifications do you have to have sex. I am a big man and you are full of servility. What qualifications do you have to be a husband?"

I nodded.

She continued, "I don't know what the future holds, but now I do like your husband. We are mutually willing, but we have reached a tacit understanding and will not get rid of you."

I said: "Do you still love me?"

She said: "Yes, I love you very much. I can't do it without you. If you are my foot slave, he is my sex slave. The game is fake and the relationship is real. I can tell the difference."

I said, "Marriage and divorce are not a matter for the three of us. There are three families behind us."

She said: "This is also the thing that the two of us are struggling with the most, so when you return to China next time, the three of us will go through the formalities first. As for when it will be made public, it depends on the timing."

I said: "It seems that we are really going to become the most familiar strangers. I finally lost you."

She said: "You will not lose me. At least I will always be your master. I will keep you by my side for the rest of your life. Remember, this is just a game. I will decide when it will end. You both have to listen to me."

She said: "You don't have to rush to answer. There is still half a year. Next time you return to China, give me the answer. If you don't agree to the divorce, I will break up with him and pretend that nothing happened. Let's start over in our relationship."

I nodded in agreement.

She said: "After listening to me for so long, are you discouraged? Why is your dick so soft?"

I said: "I was beaten unconscious by the master."

She laughed and said, "Then let me give you a stimulation. I'm holding my urine a little bit. It seems like you have never drank my holy water."

I understood in my mind that Ma Shan lay down and wrapped his mouth around his master's vagina. She said, "Lick my asshole."

I teased the master's asshole with the tip of my tongue, and felt her anus tighten, and for a moment, I was ecstatic.

It's still early, but I'm very sleepy. Think about it, it's better to start and end well, so let's continue updating. I have made a plan and strive to update 3-4 times before the year, and explain everything clearly, so that I will no longer worry about these things after the holidays. Each update takes about 3-4 hours from recalling, typing, revising, and selecting pictures. It takes too much energy, so I decided not to write it in detail. On the one hand, my language skills cannot keep up with it. On the other hand, it covers everything, but there is no room for imagination, mother-in-law.

As usual, here are some responses to friends’ questions and replies:

• Many friends hope that my wife and I will not divorce. In fact, a divorce is a divorce. What I write about is what happened in the past five years. I cannot skip this link just because of my friends’ sexual needs. The reason why I write it is to let everyone think about how marriage-related decisions in cuckoldry will affect the three parties.

• Everyone hopes that Sister Du and I will have a training episode. Sorry, no means no. It is a fact that I washed, pinched and licked Sister Du's feet. Sister Du is a simple person. In her heart, I am her son who does everything by herself. She thinks that I do this out of filial piety. In addition, when she saw our collars, dog leashes and other tools, she just thought we were playing house and didn’t know it was SM. Of course, for such a mother-in-law, I do believe that she is my queen. I also secretly have a crush on her boots. Miaomiao and Sister Du have a lot of boots, which are accumulated from my annual tribute.

• The impact of cuckoldry on sons. We also try to avoid such games from happening in front of children. In fact, the kneeling in the previous article shocked the child, which is usually normal. Sometimes we want to play SM with each other, but when our children are present, we use text messages on our mobile phones to teach them, which is a bit embarrassing.

• Some fans even suspected that my article had too many typos and was reprinted. In fact, it’s easy to identify. Just copy a sentence or two and search it on Baidu. I think I will never be able to search for similar articles on Baidu. To be honest, Heroine World is the first release. I didn’t even keep the manuscript on my computer. There are too many typos because the meaning is there, so there is no need to nitpick. Last time, in order to delete the picture, I accidentally deleted one of the updates, and I can never find it again. By the way, if any fan has copied it, please post the update that was deleted by mistake. Otherwise, subsequent fans will never see that update again.

• Everyone feels that the male protagonist is the one who takes advantage of the threesome. In fact, from another perspective, without him, this game would not exist. Since I had sex with my wife once, why should I mind being owned by him for a long time? The actual situation is that while I was working in the field, he made a lot of sacrifices and he was sincere. It’s just that the space is limited, so I don’t think it’s necessary to expand on it, and it has nothing to do with Green. My wife did make a lot of sacrifices for my hobbies, including having two abortions for her lover. In fact, my lover and I agreed that she would have the child, but she couldn't pass her own psychological test.

• Many fans feel that Sister Du is too indulgent in his wife's cheating. This is only limited to the length of the article. It does not detail the series of processes in the middle, which saves a lot of communication. Including my wife, she did not give up her family because of SM. She is the most tired one among SM. For some physical and psychological desires, she works during the day and coaxes the children at night, balancing all parties. Therefore, she is very hard.

• In the end, I responded to many questions from my colleagues. During my five-year cuckold career, starting from the second year, my wife and I stopped having sex. To be precise, he didn't enter her body again, but he masturbated under her feet with her permission. Netizens questioned, if you haven’t had sex for four years, why would your wife come back to you? This thing can only be understood that my status as a green slave is just to give my wife pleasure from a different angle, and it can also make her feel happy, especially in her heart.

10. Official divorce

In the second half of the year, when I returned to China, my wife introduced me to meet my lover for the first time. The meeting place was in her coffee shop. They sat opposite me with their fingers clasped together. About an hour later, I agreed to divorce. The man took the ring and knelt down to propose in the presence of the wife’s three other partners. The wife agreed.

My wife told me the whole story about her relationship with her lover. Their acquaintance began in the second year after she worked at a securities firm. He was my wife's big client and was 6 years older than me. He fell in love with my wife at first sight, but he had a good sense of proportion and did not do anything excessive. He was very cooperative with his wife's business and fully supported her performance. Later, when his wife gave birth to a child and opened a cafe, he worked in his wife's cafe every day and got close to her in the name of his best friend. All his wife's partners knew this. Later, my best friends chatted about my hobbies, and he gave his wife an in-depth analysis of the slave's psychology, and we had sex for the first time.

Closer to home, the next day, the three of us brought our documents and quickly completed the procedures. After walking out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, I told the male protagonist, how about you accompany us to have a dinner together first. He agreed. The strange thing is that I don't feel too sad, just sour. After all, my wife has gained better sexual happiness. Halfway through the meal, my wife told me, take off your wedding ring as a souvenir for me. I took it off and gave it to her. She said: "I will tie our wedding rings into an anklet and wear it on your feet. This way when you lick your feet, you can look at it up close and help you recall the process of your depravity." I am hard-core and I will listen to you. If there is any left, put an anklet on it so that I can lick it more often. The male protagonist expressed satisfaction with my servility. He said: "From now on, your chastity will be controlled by me. Although I believe Miaomiao will not give you another chance, I will control it and you will feel more like a sex slave." I nodded in agreement.

When we got home together in the evening, Sister Du had already arranged the meal. She said that both the old and new uncles were here, and she would not be partial. From now on, everyone would work together to treat Miaomiao well. I said, don't worry, marriage is not about love. I will not have any undue thoughts about Miaomiao in the future. I will call her sister Miaomiao. The male protagonist interrupted: "Well, I'm older than you, I'm your brother, and Miaomiao is your sister-in-law." I turned to Miaomiao and said, hello, sister-in-law. Miaomiao couldn't adapt to it all of a sudden, and her face turned red.

After dinner, I fetched water to wash Sister Du's feet, but Sister Du refused to let me do it, saying not to scare the new uncle. Miaomiao said from the side: "It's okay. After he finishes squeezing it for you, let him squeeze it for the new uncle as well." I said, no problem. Sister Du expressed her satisfaction that I took the overall situation into consideration. This was probably the most useless ex-husband she had ever seen in the world. After finishing, I started to pinch the male protagonist's feet. Miaomiao lifted the male protagonist's feet and asked me to lick them. I didn't refuse and pinched the male protagonist's feet with my teeth. The three of them sat on the sofa and discussed marriage. I said, "Don't tell my parents about the divorce yet. I'll talk about it later when I have the opportunity." The male protagonist agreed and said, "Miaomiao and I are both married for the second time, so let's keep it simple. My parents will have a family dinner, and then Miaomiao and I will go on our honeymoon." Miaomiao said, "This will always be my natal home from now on." Hearing this sentence, I felt sour again.

In the evening, the hostess and heroine went back to the house after washing up early. Sister Du took me to the second bedroom and asked me to sleep with the child while she slept in the living room. I said, "How can this be done?" She said, "I am doing this for your own good." Seeing my confusion, she said, "You sleep in the living room while Miaomiao and the others sleep. I feel uncomfortable." I secretly laughed at Sister Du's backwardness and said, "You said they are having sex now?" Sister Du said, "Why are you so annoying? My wife just got divorced today. I feel sorry for you." I said, "That's it, I'm sleeping in the house."

In the morning, when I got up, Sister Du had already prepared breakfast, but the male and female protagonists still didn't come out. I knocked on the door, and the female protagonist opened the door with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. I quickly put my head in and asked in a low voice: "Did you have sex last night?" She nodded and said, "There is daddy's semen in the condom. I will put it in the steamed bun and eat it later." I quickly took it and left the hormone-filled bedroom.

Three days later, the family dinner was held, and the heroine officially moved to the hero's home. Before leaving, she told me not to enter her bedroom privately or sleep on her bed. I said don't worry, the master bedroom belongs to you two, and I am here to look after the house for you. She said, don't run around and wait for my notice. I knelt down and kissed the anklet made of our wedding rings on the heroine's ankle, kissed her red wedding shoes, and watched her get into the hero's car and leave.

I was waiting at home. At about ten o'clock in the evening, she called and said that she was walking home from the hotel and asked me to wait downstairs at the hero's house. I drove there immediately, and when I got downstairs, I saw that the lights in the hero's house were already on. I sent a voice message saying it had arrived. The hostess said, "Come up here." She opened the door for me and saw that she was wearing a pair of high-heeled hip-length leather boots, half a head taller than me. She was wearing a pair of thong panties, with the straps deeply inserted into her buttocks. The front was smooth, her pubic hair had been shaved, and her upper body was naked. With such an outfit, I joked: "You really save cloth." She said, "I'll whip you." I quickly stopped talking. The hostess said: "Go take a bath and come out on your knees."

When I came out, the living room was closed and the bedroom door was ajar. I crawled to the door and said, "Slave, please send your greetings to mom and dad." The hostess said, "Come in." When I entered the door, I saw the hostess playing the flute to the host. The hostess asked me to crawl over and said, "Take off your boots." I held her feet and carefully took off her leather boots. I saw her anklets again and felt like she was being trampled. She said: "You breathe all the smell in the boots into your lungs." There was a faint smell of foot sweat in the boots, but it was not unpleasant. The hostess asked: "Does it smell good?" I nodded. She said, "I put it on as soon as I got home, and I only covered it for half an hour before you arrived." As she said that, she put the collar on me, and on the wire, I felt that the collar was high-end, heavy, and had the luster of genuine leather. I asked: "When did you buy it?" She said: "On the day of the divorce, why should I give your dog a high-end one?" The whip was also very high-end, and it was burning and painful when it hit my body.

The male protagonist lifted up the bed board and let me climb in. Then he put down the bed board and jumped on the mattress. The box under the bed is not high, and the distance between my face and the bed board is only two fists, so I cannot move freely. Hearing that the male protagonist and the female protagonist had hurt the bed, they imagined the scene of the two of them naked and entangled. They talked about love for a while, all of which were about recalling the details of the previous lovemaking. Then the sound of kissing sounded, and the female protagonist said "Grab my nipples", and the female protagonist began to moan. "Crack", the sound of whip, scattering whip. The heroine said, husband, whip me, I am yours. "Pa", "pa", one after another. On that day, my ex-wife's snow-white body was actually beaten by him. In addition to being humiliated and distressed, I also felt a little unbalanced. Why could I be so humble to the male protagonist? "Honey, please, fuck me." The male protagonist said, "The dog is locked up, and there is no slave to put a condom on me." The female protagonist said, "Just come in." I said "um", and I felt that the male protagonist's dragon root had entered, and my wife let out a familiar gasping sound. She was so happy that she couldn't stop, and she didn't want to stop. "Pap-pap-pap", the sound of the scrotum slapping against the vagina...

They rested for more than half an hour before releasing me and letting go of my CB6000. After being excited for a long time but not lifting it, it actually softened. I licked the female lead's feet, and the male lead held them between his toes and masturbated them for me. When he was about to cum, the male protagonist stopped and said, "You bitch, move it yourself." Like a male dog, I held the male protagonist's big feet and started twitching. I thought to myself: "You have taken possession of my wife, and I will fuck your feet to bits." After a while, I ejaculated on his instep. He said: "Lick it clean." I could accept eating the male protagonist's semen, but I also resisted my own semen. I looked at the heroine begging for mercy. After having sex, the heroine had regained her virtuousness and said for me: "Let him go away. I'm a little sleepy too. Stop licking."

The hostess asked me to get dressed and go home, and said, "My new father-in-law and mother-in-law live nearby. They will come over sometimes to do some cleaning and other things. If there is a chance to keep them in captivity, I will let you know." Before going out, my wife took me to the door with a pair of over-the-knee boots and said softly: " Touch me when you miss me." I suddenly felt inexplicably sad and said, "I've already started to miss you." She said, "Go back, I'm someone else's wife." When I got into the car, I received a text message from the heroine, and there was a gift in her left boot. I unzipped my left boot and saw a sachet. When I opened it, I saw curls of hair, which must be the heroine's pubic hair. I was moved and kissed him. This was indeed a meaningful token. Did she cut off her pubic hair to break off our previous relationship with me? I looked up and saw them looking at me from the window. I remember what the hostess said to me before, as long as you are servile to me, I will definitely fulfill your wish.

Updated statement:

• It’s the last few stages, and I will stick to finishing them, starting and finishing well;

• The reason why I did not post this article elsewhere but on the forum is because I believe that "birds of a feather flock together and people flock together", so I never think there is anything wrong with posting this article on the forum, at least it is a suitable place;

• My article does not require everyone to accept it, at least most people will understand it. The understanding I am talking about is a kind understanding that can be recognized by normal communication, not the so-called trolls or the so-called keyboard warriors;

• Some trolls use social moral standards to show their nobility. I want to say, no matter you are S or M, once you log in to the forum, how are you more noble than me? The so-called SM is a broad concept. Maybe you don’t belong to the cuckold group, but maybe you belong to the “shit-eating” group;

• What is most shameless than trolls are some of the replies, so I won’t name them all. While spraying excrement bitterly, he changed his waistcoat and added friends through a small window, asking about this and that;

• It is a pity that the forum does not grant the poster the right to block certain readers. From this perspective, the poster is a weak person; games bring life, what is a game and what is life? Everyone wants to have a S/M friendship, why? Because of the sense of reality, but precisely because of this sense of reality, you will disturb the life of a friendly S/M. Do you think you are shameless? There are all kinds of birds in the forest. I am just a simple hobbyist. I spend time and energy typing, just to make friends with the same hobbies. Other trolls, just like I invited you to be my guests by the way, you have enough to eat and drink, but you don’t think this or that. In fact, you are not worthy of the efforts of others. By the way, I would like to express my gratitude to the colleagues who spoke for me. You and your families are being blamed by these boring trolls, that's all. Having said that, if the trolls still want to fool around, then continue to let your peers witness your boring actions. The characteristic of trolls is that they are all losers in real society because they talk nonsense to others.

11. Honeymoon (1)

The ex-wife and the male protagonist’s wedding honeymoon was arranged in Sanya, and they were accompanied by three of the ex-wife’s best friends. I hesitated not to go. After all, I had a good relationship with these girlfriends before the divorce. It would be a bit awkward to meet again now. In their eyes, I have been abandoned by Miaomiao and has become a thing of the past. The male protagonist is their own person. It is not appropriate for me to follow them.

My ex-wife told me that she needs to see me display my perfect servility during this honeymoon and not receive preferential treatment because of our previous status as husband and wife. If she can’t even let go of her self-esteem, she may reconsider taking in a dutiful sex slave and relegating me to the cold palace. The male protagonist said that in this regard, his ex-wife has the final say. Having said that, I didn’t think too much and made up my mind to go along.

Our best friends Xiaojuan, Xiaoqin, and Xiaoxue arrived earlier than us. Xiaojuan and Xiaoqin brought their respective partners. Xiaoxue was still the leftover girl because her vision was too high. My ex-wives had already said hello. They saw my appearance, but they didn’t say anything. Xiaojuan and Xiaoqin’s partners whispered to each other in private. I had something in my heart and felt inferior to others. I couldn’t hold my head up when I stayed aside.

The male protagonist broke the awkward atmosphere and said: "Since Miaomiao and I decided to get together, we are his big brothers and sisters-in-law. He sincerely bless us and abide by the rules, and we can still be friends. He also has unspeakable secrets, so let him relax with us and say goodbye to his past life."

Everyone focused on me, and my face instantly became hot.

There are four women in one drama, and the best friends all have a hobby of inquiring about gossip. We often play truth or dare together, and adults can let go and ask: "What is the secret?"

Xiaojuan's partner booed: "A man's unspeakable secrets, what about those soon~~"

I glanced at the male protagonist and thought, How cunning, digging a hole for me to jump into.

I was hesitating about how to solve the problem when my ex-wife took over and said, "He is not good at his job. After giving birth to a child, he will be useless, so we must survive the fittest. Before I find my next true love, if he cannot be cured, I will have to eliminate him."

I quickly said: "Miaomiao, please save some face for me."

The ex-wife smiled and said, "Look, the worse you are, the more you need to save face. If the children weren't still young, I would have divorced a long time ago."

Xiaojuan said jokingly: "Are you the reincarnation of a eunuch?"

I pointed at my ex-wife and said jokingly, "I want to be her eunuch too."

The male protagonist said: "Now you need my consent."

I nodded.

The male protagonist said: "Since you are willing, then you will be our servant for this trip. The man will be called Master and the woman will be called Madam. You will do more physical work."

The whole crowd agreed.

Xiaoxue said: "You are all in pairs, and this extra man must accompany me."

Everyone laughed at her for being a nymphomaniac, even the servants. Before getting on the plane, my ex-wife came up to me and whispered in my ear: "You don't belong to anyone else, you are mine."

I nodded.

After getting off the plane, I pushed everyone's luggage and followed behind, boarding the bus sent by the hotel. After checking in, everyone went back to their rooms. Half an hour later, everyone gathered in my ex-wife's room, and I discovered that everyone had taken off their windbreakers, trousers and leather boots, and changed into cool clothes.

The ex-wife said: "Little eunuch, let me and the master put on flip-flops. After dinner, we will go to the beach for a walk."

Everyone looked at my performance. I unpacked my ex-wife's luggage, took out the flip-flops I had prepared, took off my ex-wife's high heels and stockings, held the flip-flops, and asked her to put her feet in them. Then I followed the same pattern and put flip-flops on the male protagonist.

Xiaoqin's partner found it very interesting and gave me the room key and said, "Little eunuch, go get our flip-flops."

The male protagonist said: "Let's do this. Go and get everyone's shoes and put them on for everyone. After dinner, we can all go together."

I found condoms in everyone's suitcases. I thought about everything that would happen tonight, and imagined Xiaojuan and Xiaoqin moaning, and my hormones rose. I kissed their underwear, clothes and socks, it was so perverted.

I brought several pairs of flip-flops over, and Xiaoxue said, "Change them for me first." I nodded. Xiaoxue's feet were beautiful. When I was changing them, I pinched them gently a few times and found my ex-wife staring at me.

Xiaoqin was embarrassed and asked me to change her partner first. Without thinking, her partner stretched out his feet and said, "Change it." He also gave me a few squeezes. I took off his socks, and he asked, "How are my feet?" I blushed and said, "The soles of my feet are very strong and beautiful." Xiaoqin said to everyone, "He likes beautiful feet. I've judged them." We are all adults and understand.

The ex-wife said: "Yes, when sexual ability deteriorates, attention will naturally shift to other aspects."

I will omit 10,000 words below, but 7 people with 14 feet all accepted my shoe replacement service.

I feel that some people like to be slaves, and some people like to be the master. They don't show it because they don't have the chance. If the time is right, the place is right, and the people are right, everyone will show their true nature.

12. Wedding and Honeymoon (2)

After dinner, it was past four in the afternoon. There were no other activities to be arranged at this time, so everyone was free to move around on the beach not far from the hotel. As they walked, they dispersed. The male protagonist was catching crabs on the beach. I asked him, "Do you want me to refill some sunscreen?" He shook his head, pointed at the female protagonist walking in front and said, "Don't worry about me. You can ask your hostess if she wants to reapply some sunscreen."

The heroine and Xiaoxue were walking on the waves hand in hand and talking quietly. I walked up to her and said, "Sister-in-law, brother asked me to refill some sunscreen for you."

She said yes, pulled Xiaoxue to lie on the beach, face up, and said: "Go down from the neck and apply evenly all over the body." I explained clearly and started to serve her. In fact, since I put on the cuckold, the heroine has not allowed me to touch parts other than her feet, so I was a little excited and my hands were shaking slightly. The feminine body in front of me, in her early thirties, is so familiar that it no longer belongs to me.

Immersed in the memories of the past with the heroine, the service has been completed. I was so meticulous that I even put sunscreen on the heroine's toes. The hostess said: "Okay, okay, let go of my feet."

Just as I was about to stand up, the hostess said, "You are so ignorant, why don't you serve Xiaoxue." After that, she left.

I looked at Xiaoxue, at a loss.

Xiaoxue let go, kicked her foot into my arms, and said, "I'm the opposite of your sister-in-law. You start from the toes."

I pinched Xiaoxue's feet and looked at them carefully. To be honest, Xiaoxue's figure, appearance, and foot shape are all slightly better than those of her ex-wife, which is why she is left. Her facial features have a temperament that men dare not offend.

Xiaoxue said: "You've been watching it for a long time. Does it look good?"

I nodded and said, "Your feet are perfect, just the way I like them."

Xiaoxue said: "Are you going to hold my feet until dark?"

I quickly put some sunscreen on my hands and applied it to her feet.

Xiaoxue said: "Not many people have touched my feet. None of my previous boyfriends had a foot fetish like you."

I said, "Of course, in front of a beautiful woman like you, I am nothing. I don't even have the qualifications to have a foot fetish."

Xiaoxue put her feet on my face and said, "Don't deny your charm. I will let you have a foot fetish for five minutes, if you are not afraid of eating sand."

Without a moment's hesitation, I held Xiaoxue's feet, took the toes in my mouth, and started sucking them.

After a few minutes, Xiaoxue retracted her feet and asked me to continue applying sunscreen. She said to herself, this is what it feels like to lick your feet.

I asked: "What does it feel like?"

Xiaoxue said: "I feel like I want to trample you to death. My lower body is wet. I know why Miaomiao still keeps you. You really have a way of licking feet. I am quite envious of Miaomiao. There is no man who is willing to be so devoted to me."

I said: "If I had sexual ability, I wouldn't do this."

Xiaoxue said: "It's a pity. Foot licking will always be just a side dish. Strong sex life is the king. Just be your little eunuch."

I said, "Actually, I'm quite satisfied."

Xiaoxue said: "Miaomiao said that she slept with your master first and then dumped you."

I said, "Yes, I volunteered. It doesn't matter if I am a cuckold. Since Miaomiao got together with the master, she has become more feminine. I like her transformation."

Xiaoxue said: "Opening my heart and chatting with you makes me feel very relaxed and comfortable. You are really the best. I must enlist you with Miaomiao, and you will take good care of me and my husband in the future."

I said, "I'm looking forward to this day."

While we were talking, the hero and heroine came over hand in hand, sat next to us, kissed each other, and said all kinds of sweet words.

Xiaoxue said: "Can you two sit farther apart and let the little eunuch live?"

The male protagonist said: "The more loving we are, the happier the little eunuch will be, right?"

I nodded and said, "I wish you and your wife a happy life and a long life together."

Xiaoxue said: "The little slave licked my feet just now."

The hostess said: "It's very comfortable. Let him lick the feet of Xiaojuan and Xiaoqin tonight. This is his job."

I said, "Let's keep the foot licking thing a secret, just the four of us, okay?"

The heroine smiled, lifted the hero's feet and handed them to me, saying, "Then what are you waiting for? Our feet need to relax."

I held the hero's feet and began to kiss them religiously.

The hostess said: "The kneeling posture must be standard, and the foot licking must be professional, otherwise what's the use of you."

I put my knees together and knelt upright, carefully holding the hero's feet with both hands, as if these strong feet could crush my self-esteem at any time.

At this time, the heroine and Xiaoxue continued to talk and laugh, as if everything around them was so calm.

13. Honeymoon (3)

The sun was about to sink into the sea, and the ex-wife took the male protagonist’s arm and said, let’s go have some dinner and then rest early. The hero agreed. Xiaoxue wisely said that she would go to the bar to find an affair. I quickly picked up my bag, picked up the male protagonist's and the female protagonist's flip-flops, and followed behind. They were minding their own business and looked at me like air.

Entering the hotel lobby, the male protagonist asked his ex-wife to find a seat first. Then he pulled me and said, bitch, come back to the room with me, my wife has arrangements. I asked what was going on and he said you would know later.

Back in the room, the male host leaned on the sofa. I naturally knelt down for him and started to pinch his feet. After these two years, we have developed such a tacit understanding.

The male lead said, bitch, bring me the training kit. I asked, the mistress is still down there, are we going to start SM? The male protagonist ignored me and pointed to the suitcase.

I handed him the training bag and he pulled out a bundle of clear fishing line. I asked, didn’t I bring this with me when we set off? The male protagonist said, we have added some equipment and have some new training ideas.

The master tied two small anchovy clips with fishing line and ordered me to stick out my tongue. I opened my mouth and the master clamped the clips on my tongue. I felt pain from the shock, but it was also very exciting. The male protagonist said, we have reached an agreement that you will not eat tonight. If you want others to see you being abused, just open your mouth.

When I heard this, I quickly retracted my tongue and held the clip in my mouth.

The male protagonist tied my hands behind my back with fishing line again, and tied them very tightly. I couldn't speak clearly and managed to say: Master, Miaomiao is yours now. I am no longer a threat to you. Why are you still torturing me like this? The male protagonist took off my pants, slapped my cunt wearing CB6000 a few times, laughed, and said: Beating up a drowned dog is also fun.

After saying that, he pulled the fishing line tied to my tongue and said proudly, "Follow me." If someone runs between us, your tongue will fly away.

I nodded, feeling a pulling force on my tongue, and followed the hero step by step.

When I arrived at the candlelight dinner, I found my ex-wife sitting in a dark corner. She waved, and the male lead led me over. This is a two-person seat. The hero and heroine sit facing each other. There is no place for me. I stand respectfully next to the heroine.

The ex-wife said, "How about it? Did this guy resist?"

The male protagonist said: "Look at how coward he is, you wouldn't even dare to give him 10 courages."

My ex-wife grabbed my cock and said, "Yes, this is the function of CB6000, it controls sexual desire. He will be a slave his whole life, so he must not be released."

I said, "You are talking so passionately, why don't you let me sit down for a while? It's so embarrassing to be a light bulb."

The male protagonist said: "You don't have to be ashamed, just kneel down and watch us eat."

The ex-wife echoed: "The time has come to test your servility."

I said, "No, there is no privacy in this situation. Master, I was wrong. It was my fault during the day. I shouldn't have been too close to other heroines. Master, please spare my life."

At this time, the waiter came over and asked if he wanted to order something? She looked at me and didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was the first time she saw three people having a candlelight dinner.

She asked me: "Sir, can I add a stool next to you?"

There is a clamp in my tongue and I dare not answer. The male protagonist said: "He can't speak. He will leave soon and won't eat."

I nodded.

The waiter went to prepare the food, and my ex-wife took the fishing line in her hand and stepped on it with her foot. I felt a force grabbing the tip of my tongue, which was beyond the capacity of my mouth. I stuck out my tongue to relieve the force.

Seeing my stupidity, my ex-wife teased me: "The puppy stuck out its tongue. It's a pity that I don't have meat to feed you."

My hands were tied behind my back, and I couldn't use any strength. I quickly bent down, swallowed the clamp back into my mouth, and kept my bent posture. The male protagonist saw this and added another kick to the rope. The pain in my tongue made me squat down and hold the clamp in my mouth.

The male protagonist said: "This time it's not a puppy, it's a toad."

My ex-wife was grinning from ear to ear with joy, and I was sweating as I begged, "The two masters are so arrogant."

The male protagonist said: "Miaomiao, it's almost done, it's time to serve."

The ex-wife said: "Close the toilet and eat shit."

The male protagonist led me to the bathroom. In a five-star hotel, the toilet was very clean and had no odor. He took me to a booth, wrapped the fishing line around a coat hook, and adjusted the length so that I could stand, head raised, tongue out. He said: "This time, just stand there and think about your fault. You can lock the door later and we will take you away after dinner."

I couldn't speak or nod, and the hero left. I struggled to lock the door.

This is a painful and long process. Western food itself takes a long time, and my standing posture makes it impossible to bend down. Every minute of persistence is a test for me. Gradually, saliva flowed out, dripping down, and I felt the inequality of SM. The masters can enjoy the pleasure, but the slaves suffer pain, and this pain is self-inflicted. I kept diverting my attention, imagining the delicacies on the table of the hero and heroine, but I was brought back to reality time and time again by my hunger, as well as the sounds of farting, excretion, and flushing in the room next to me. This is the ultimate sense of humiliation, the sharp contrast between the delicious food and the stink of feces.

I don’t know how long it took, but just when I was about to collapse, the male protagonist came and knocked on the door and said, I haven’t finished fucking yet, how long has it been? I used my last bit of strength to open the door. As soon as the male protagonist came in, I cast a pleading look, and the male protagonist said, "Wait a minute, Miaomiao said, take photos as a souvenir. I posed in various poses and cooperated with the male protagonist to complete the shooting."

The male protagonist finally untied me, and I quickly sat on the toilet and retracted my tongue into my mouth. This tongue was numb and felt like it no longer belonged to me. The male protagonist pulled out a handful of tissue paper, wiped the saliva from my mouth, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

I nodded and said, "No wonder others, it's me who has to be a slave. Thank you for letting me do it."

After almost resting, the male host led me out of the bathroom. The ex-wife came over, took the fishing line, held the male protagonist’s arm, and walked forward contentedly.

The ex-wife said: "Husband, go back to the house, I want it."

The male protagonist said: "Let's go, hurry up, I'm going to get hard after you do this."

As soon as I entered the house, I knelt on the ground, and my ex-wife took off the clamp on my tongue and cut off the fishing line that bound my hands. I crawled to my ex-wife’s feet and kept kowtow to thank her. My ex-wife said, "Next time you talk too much, I will punish you in many ways." I kissed my ex-wife's feet and said, "I will never dare to do that again, never again."

The male protagonist took off his clothes, and I saw that his genitals were already erect, and he was very proud.

The male protagonist said: "First, please massage Miaomiao's feet, and I'll go take a shower. When I call you later, come in and rub my back."

I said: "Master, I want to kiss your penis."

The male protagonist nodded and said: "Come on, poor cuckold slave, come over on your knees."

I came under the male protagonist's genitals, raised my head, and looked up at this fetish that made my ex-wife unable to stop. It became even more powerful after being engorged and swollen with blood.

I raised my head and took my master's balls into my mouth. It's been a day, I've been sweating, it's damp and smells of salty sweat. Because of the excitement, some fluid had flowed out of the glans and dripped on my face.

I stirred the male master's balls with my tongue. The male master closed his eyes and enjoyed it. His ex-wife walked over and kneaded the male master's nipples. The hero's body began to tremble. My ex-wife quickly ordered me to let go and said, "If you make the male protagonist cum, I will kill you."

I quickly let go, looked at the male protagonist's glans, and swallowed.

The male protagonist entered the bathroom, and his ex-wife said, "Are you satisfied?"

I said, "Thank you, Master."

The ex-wife said: "Eat something first, otherwise you won't have the energy to wait for us to have sex later."

I was suddenly moved and said, "You still feel sorry for me. I will take good care of you even when I am hungry."

The ex-wife said: "Well, we know you are good, you are clean and healthy and you are playing."

I looked at my ex-wife and said, "You finally let me wait for you to have sex."

My ex-wife opened a box of instant noodles, crushed it, and said, let’s eat first.

I knelt on the ground and ate instant noodles.

After watching me nibbling for a while, my ex-wife said, "Can eating instant noodles give me the strength to have sex?"

After that, I poured the packed leftovers into my bowl. I didn't chew it and swallowed it all at once.

My ex-wife looked at me licking the vegetable juice and asked: "Like a dog, is this the state you want, without personality?"

I nodded and said, "From the very beginning, I have been a beast since I contributed to you, and I am not qualified to love you."

The ex-wife suddenly felt a little sad and said, "I thought we were so good at the beginning, why did it end like this?"

I raised my body and said with emotion: "Miaomiao, I still love you deeply in my heart. I don't know how to love you anymore, so I gave you to the master."

My ex-wife lifted my chin with her fingers and said, "I understand, and I keep my feelings for you in my heart."

I asked her: "Do you desire physical needs more than your desire for love now?"

The ex-wife nodded and said, "Sex is addictive, as long as you don't blame me."

I nodded.

The wife climbed into bed, lay on the bed and watched TV, and said, "Please give me a squeeze on your feet. They are a little sore after walking for a day. He will ask you to go in and take a bath later."

I said yes and just when I was about to stand up, my ex-wife ordered: "Kneel down, chat is chat, don't forget the rules."

I held my ex-wife's feet and didn't pinch them. Instead, I kissed her with mixed feelings. She didn't resist and allowed me to fetishize my feet. I don't know if she was watching TV, reminiscing, or looking forward to the next sex...

14. Honeymoon (4)

After kneading my ex-wife's toes for a while, I could hear her snoring slightly on the bed. Through the gap between her toes, I carefully looked at this familiar face. It was originally a gentle face, but it made too many arrogant expressions.

I straightened up, rubbed my numb knees, climbed onto the bed, and gently covered her with a blanket. This was the first time in so many years that I entered the master's restricted area. This was a battlefield that only belonged to the male master. I retreated as if it was a reflex, and it was both fantasy and reality. Over the past few years, the principle of superiority and inferiority has been established.

In order not to delay the sexual intercourse between the male protagonist and the female protagonist later, I took this time to sort out various tools, including whips for SM, handcuffs, nipple clamps, hoods, etc., as well as sexy lingerie, stockings, and cosmetics carefully selected by my ex-wife. I didn’t know if the male protagonist would ejaculate tonight, and I didn’t dare to gossip about the master’s plan, so I unpacked the condoms in advance. My ex-wife preferred the granular ones, while the male protagonist liked the ultra-thin ones. I sorted the condoms by type one by one and placed them on the bedside.

"You are really a qualified sex slave, and you will never spare any effort to find a cuckold." I turned around. I don't know when my ex-wife had woken up, and she was quietly watching me labor on the bed.

I pointed to a zipper bag in the corner and asked, "In addition to the bundle of fishing lines just now, do you also bring some props that I don't know about?"

The ex-wife nodded and said, "You can preview it now."

I was about to open it when the male protagonist shouted from the bathroom: "Bitch, come here and give me a bath."

I glanced at my ex-wife and she said, "Go ahead and wipe it clean."

I crawled to the bathroom and respectfully picked up the bath towel. The male protagonist stood up from the water, sat on the edge of the bathtub, played with his mobile phone, and said, "Let's get started."

After rubbing his back, I started rubbing his butt. After a while, I found that the male protagonist’s penis was erect. I smiled and said, “Master, you are hard.”

The male protagonist said: "My wife's ex-husband gives me a bath, acts as a sex slave, and waits for her to have sex. It's exciting to think about it."

I said: "If I weren't wearing CB6000, I would be hard too."

The male protagonist seemed very happy and said: "Come here, I will give you freedom." After saying that, he stepped on my penis with his foot.

The key to CB6000 has always been kept by the male owner and tied around his ankle with a red rope. I was about to take off the rope when the male owner kicked me and said, "Don't bother me, just open it." I carefully held the male owner's feet and Under the gaze of the male protagonist, I put the CB6000 close to the male protagonist's ankle. This was very humiliating at the time. The male protagonist's feet determine my sexual rights, but he enjoyed my ex-wife unscrupulously. The hierarchy was immediately drawn.

When my ex-wife heard what we were doing, she ran over barefoot and asked, "Are we going to start training now? Don't let him go free yet, let him lick your feet first."

After hearing this, I sweated furiously and thought to myself: "You are such a good ex-wife in China." I looked at the male protagonist longingly.

The male protagonist was very cooperative and said, "That's right. I just took a bath and there are a lot of dead skin on the soles of my feet. I'll chew them clean after I take a bath later."

After the ex-wife succeeded in her prank, she ran away happily, saying as she ran, "Rub the male lead's big cock and give it a good bath. Only after you rub it clean can you fuck me."

The hero and I looked at each other, and I said, "Try rubbing it together."

The male protagonist said: "Take it easy, Miaomiao's sexual happiness will depend on it for the rest of her life."

I kissed the male protagonist's glans and said, "I know, it will also be my happiness for the rest of my life. The male protagonist's cock is much nobler than my life."

The male protagonist was very satisfied. I held the glans with one hand and gently rubbed it with the other. The male protagonist's penis was stimulated and became harder. I praised it from the bottom of my heart: "What a beautiful genital."

Finally, I finished the bathing and chewed the male protagonist’s feet, and the male protagonist gave me sexual freedom.

The male protagonist rinsed his body again. The male protagonist came to the bedroom sofa naked and sat down with water drops on his body. He put his feet on the coffee table and said to me: "Come here, open my foreskin and blow dry the glans with a small amount of wind."

I carefully dried every corner of the male protagonist’s glans, including the gaps in the foreskin folds. The male protagonist pointed to his feet and said, “Dry the gaps between my toes with strong wind.”

I crawled to the male lead's feet, opened the spaces between the male lead's toes, and blew on them one by one.

The male protagonist said: "I just like your servility and you will never disobey your master's will."

The ex-wife was gloating at the sidelines and said, "Husband, you are so good at playing. I will let him blow me after I take a shower later."

The male protagonist said: "Then you go and wash it quickly. The water in the tub is still very hot. Soak for a while. After ten minutes, let the dog go and trim your pubic hair."

After the male lead's feet were dried, the male lead kicked me away and said, "Go ahead and serve your mistress."

My ex-wife saw me crawling over and stood up from the water. I hadn't seen her naked for a long time. Her nipples and her dark forest were still so charming and familiar to me.

She saw my eyes were straight and said, "Don't think about what you shouldn't think about. If your stinky cock touches me, I will castrate you."

I said, "The master asked me to come over and shave your pubic hair."

The ex-wife said: "Well, let's start, he likes to penetrate the naked vagina."

I said: "You are really an emperor and a courtier. Why didn't I think of letting you shave before? It would have saved your pubic hair from pricking me."

The ex-wife said: "Just fuck your prisoner. Ha, just look at my vagina. I'll let you see it." After saying that, she opened her legs.

I took the male protagonist's razor and lathered up my ex-wife's black forest, and shaved carefully. My beloved woman gave in unconditionally for another man, and I still felt heartbroken. I trimmed her, but she welcomed the male protagonist's entry, but I could only stand by and watch.

I knelt at my ex-wife's feet and shaved her pubic hair. I rinsed her vagina with water and fully displayed it in front of my eyes. For the first time in so many years, it was the first time in so many years that I had a close look at this private part that I had entered many times. I felt a little sad and said, "Master, I saw the mole next to the labia again. When we had sex before, I would kiss it every time."

My ex-wife was speechless by me and said, "Give you a few minutes, don't make any noise, and give me a blowjob, quickly."

As soon as my ex-wife finished speaking, my lips immediately sealed her vagina. I used all my strength to push my tongue as deep into her vagina as possible. I sucked her clitoris and gently teased it with my teeth. This was her favorite way before. My ex-wife gasped slightly above me. She couldn't stand such stimulation. She pushed me away and said, "I'm satisfied."

This kind of foreplay always makes her climax.

I said, "Can I go deeper and lick it further?"

The ex-wife shook her head and said, "Which is longer, your tongue or his cock."

I said, "He has a long dick."

The ex-wife said: "Yes, you should use your tongue to lick your feet, be good."

I nodded, thinking that I couldn't take advantage of her feelings for me and make her sway, so I cleaned her vagina.

I asked: "Would the master do this to you?"

She said: "Yes, he knows all my sensitive areas, and he has other ways to make me climax, don't worry."

The rest of the service was silent, but the way she looked at me was stern but also tender. I didn't know whether she had higher S attributes or wife attributes. She got more pleasure from abusing me or from loving me.

After waiting for his ex-wife to take a bath, she said: "Wash yourself, use the shower. You can't use our bathtub, and you can't masturbate privately. After washing, put on the CB6000 yourself." After that, she went out.

I went out after taking a shower and saw that she was already sitting next to the male protagonist. The male protagonist was still naked. The female protagonist had a high ponytail and had already put on makeup. Her favorite black eye shadow and flaming red lips were still her favorite. She put on a queen's outfit - a leopard-print leather corset with exposed breasts. The skirt, the plump buttocks have been hollowed out, and the black thong underwear and lace fishnet stockings with suspenders can be seen inside. The mesh is very large, and the visual effect is greater than the thermal effect. A pair of leopard print high-heeled over-the-knee leather boots with metal heels about 10 cm made me feel a little cold.

I consciously came to them and knelt down. My ex-wife made me get down on all fours, crawling under their feet, and stepped on my head with the sole of her boot. A tamed feeling spread from the top of my head to my whole body, and I was intoxicated. The ex-wife communicated with the male protagonist about whether to use a loose whip, a thin whip or a 1.5-meter long cowhide whip. The male protagonist said: "I can whip him with the soles of my feet until he has teeth all over the floor. The whip is mainly for you to use, so you just need to use it."

My ex-wife stepped on my head, stamped her feet, and said, "I'll give you the autonomy to choose one of the three."

I said, "How about a long whip? It has distance, length, and can be used with force."

The ex-wife smiled and said, "Okay, you're looking for death. When you go to sea tomorrow and they see the whip marks on your body, you can explain it yourself."

The ex-wife took out two blindfolds. The black one was given to the male protagonist, and the pink one was put on by herself. I also particularly appreciated the detail of the ex-wife. The two small blindfolds immediately separated the world of the master and the slave.

Next, it’s time to equip the slave with equipment. Because flying requires going through security checks, we gave up many metal props and replaced them with leather props.

My ex-wife tied a cowhide collar around my neck and fastened a thick cowhide belt about 1 meter in a twist shape to pull me forward.

Then she put on handcuffs and legcuffs for me. They were leather but very heavy and had sponge as a protective material inside. My ex-wife was never stingy with equipment. Since I wanted to play, it had to be safe. No matter as a slave or as an ex-husband, we have feelings, and she is still good for me.

She pulled my hands behind my back and locked them with the lock on the collar. In this way, my upper body was restrained and I could not move.

She then connected my shackles to the locks on my handcuffs, thus easily depriving me of my right to stand. I could kneel, crawl, or roll on the ground. Any posture would make me lower than my master. Those who cannot stand are animals.

The male protagonist saw his ex-wife torturing me endlessly and said, "Miaomiao, I just like your concentration, especially at this time, you have so much fun."

The ex-wife said happily: "If this guy at my feet is willing to be Wu Dalang, then I will be Pan Jinlian. I can't kill him."

My ex-wife said: "I'll put a gag on you later. Remember, two short and one long wailing is your safe word. Remember, if you feel any discomfort, don't hold on. There is no shame in being unable to bear the torture." I nodded, and my ex-wife tied the gag on me, got a hood, and put it on I stuffed my head inside and tied the straps, leaving only my nostrils exposed to keep breathing. My ex-wife zipped up the eyes, and suddenly everything in front of me was dark. I couldn't see the awed master and mistress, but their images were clearer in my mind.

My ex-wife used the nose hook on the hood to hook my nostrils, and gradually adjusted it to the tightness she was satisfied with. I felt my head being pulled and tilted upward involuntarily. This restraint allowed me to keep my head raised and my chest raised, and I could be used as my master's spittoon at any time. I felt my breasts tighten, and she put the nipple clamps on me and let me shake them, making the bells ring.

The ex-wife said: "I finally got it done. I am exhausted, but it really satisfies my desire for control."

The male protagonist said: "Yes, how much servility does it take to be able to withstand such torture from you."

My ex-wife slapped me twice and said, "Listen up, from now on, the man is the father, I am the mother, and you are our bitch!" I couldn't speak, couldn't nod, and screamed "woo woo" twice.

My mother finally checked my CB6000. She put it on very carefully and rigorously, just like a eunuch. She admired my meticulousness in making sex.

Mom said: "Sex life is about to begin. I'm going to prepare some mysterious props first. The kneeling sex slave will be a good pad for daddy, and we'll start right away."

Dad put his feet on my shoulders and poked my face with his toes intentionally or unintentionally, arrogantly declaring his superior status. I gradually realized that this was a physical job, but if I maintained this position for a long time, it would be very painful and boring.

Just when my thoughts began to wander far away, there was a loud "snap", my back felt burning pain, and I gasped through my nostrils. Before I could recover, "Pop", another whip fell on my back, very close to the first one. It hurt so much that I didn't know if it was already bleeding. I didn't want to think too much. "Pap" hit my butt twice more. I fell down and rolled around. I know the next step is not how to enjoy the excitement, but how to survive this opening whipping.

"Pap, crack, pa", the rain of whips fell on me, and I vaguely heard the muffled sound of my mother's steel heels stepping on the furry carpet. In my mind, I saw her happily changing positions, enjoying the pleasure of abuse, and I also saw her pair of 10 cm heels, 70 cm tube, size 39 leopard print boots, slowly approaching me...

15. Honeymoon (5)

Just as I was rolling on the ground, the rain of whips stopped. I stopped wailing and tried to calm down my emotions. My throat was dry from shouting, but my saliva flowed from the corner of my mouth into a river. He must have been covered in cuts and bruises, and the skin had changed from the original painful pain to numbness and heat.

My mother was somewhere not far away, panting heavily. Dad came out of nowhere and stepped on my head, just like stepping on a ball. Said: "Do you have to shout so that the whole hotel knows that we are training you?"

My mother said, "Yes, I'm exhausted. Do you still have the strength to scream? It seems that masters work hard and slaves enjoy it." She threw the whip to me and said, "Husband, please whip for a while."

Dad pressed my head with his big feet, dug his toes into my face, and said, "My physical strength should be used for making love."

Mom came over, and I could think of how charming her slender legs and swaying buttocks were.

"Boom!" She opened the red wine she had prepared and said, husband, "come here and moisten your throat."

Dad kicked me in the head and said, "Get on your knees."

I struggled for a while, like a roly-poly, and fell down halfway up. Since my hands and feet were tied behind my back, and my nose was tightly hooked, I had no place to draw strength from. I relied solely on my waist strength, so it was difficult to get up.

My parents were minding their own business, tasting wine and flirting, ignoring me who was struggling at their feet.

After a while, my mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she said "Idiot", came over and grabbed my dog leash, and pulled me up. I followed my mother's direction and crawled to them on my knees little by little.

I'm quite grateful. I think my mother feels sorry for me and can't bear for me to struggle over and over again. She knows that I work in front of the computer for a long time and my waist is not good.

Unexpectedly, she put the dog leash on her ankle and stepped on it with the sole of her shoe. The length of half a meter was not enough for me lying down, upright, and kneeling at a 45-degree angle. It was all about my willpower to hold on. She and dad each put a leg on my back and applied a high-pressure policy. The male lead trampled my cock with his other foot and said one or two humiliating words from time to time. I just knelt so hard and became their entertainment while drinking.

After a while, I heard my mother say "hate", and I straightened my ears.

My mother said to me: "Bitch, you are getting impatient and your fingers are digging into my pussy."

Dad also said: "I will add another finger."

Mom said: "Husband, let's do it on the bed. I'm soaked down there."

After I heard that, I quickly reminded them of my existence with "woo woo". You quickly release me so that I can serve you for sex.

Dad kicked me down and said, "Get this bitch of your ex-husband settled. I'll straighten up on the bed and wait for you."

My mother said lewdly: "Uncle, please go ahead. The little girl will come when you go." After saying that, she grabbed my dog leash and walked towards the dragon bed. We're almost there, let me stop and stay put.

My mother opened the zipper around my eyes. After more than an hour of darkness, the light suddenly came, which was a bit hard to adapt to. I could vaguely see my father lying on the dragon bed, stretching his body and caressing his genitals leisurely and slowly.

The word "genital" suddenly came to mind. It is vivid and vivid. Expressing a naked word like "mating" with the academic flavor of "reproduction" fully expresses the human instinct of reproduction. With whom to "reproduce", with my ex-wife, how to "reproduce", while humiliating her ex-husband, while "reproducing." The law of the jungle, natural selection, and genital worship embody this truth. If a man does not have good genitals, he will not be able to keep his wife, and he will have stronger genitals waiting for her somewhere in the world.

Thinking of this, my mother opened my mouth gag and wiped my saliva clean with paper. I was like a quadriplegic, letting her wipe it. If we grow old together, she will take care of me so meticulously. She was chewing gum, very close to me, exhaling like blue, and asked: "Want to drink water?" I nodded vigorously.

She said, "Bath water?" I nodded again.

She pushed the coat rack, took out a 2.5L Coke bottle from the refrigerator, and said, "Bitch, listen, your parents will reward you with bath water today, until you're done."

I was about to cry and asked, "Aren't you waiting for mom and dad to have sex?"

Mom said: "Kneeling and watching is also a kind of waiting for sex. When we watch you on the bed, we will feel better and reach climax faster."

I resisted, I became wanton, and shouted: "I don't want it, I don't want the bath water, I want to drink the water in my mother's vagina, I want to drink my father's semen, I want to lick my father's asshole, I want to lick my mother's asshole, I want to lick my father's balls..."

Mom said disdainfully: "Shut up, do you like the mistress or the mistress' man?"

After saying that, he took out the mouthpiece, pinched open my mouth, and stuffed it into my mouth. As soon as he let go, my mouth was opened. My mother burst out laughing and said, "Look at your tongue still moving around. Do you have anything else to say?"

I nodded, and my mother said: "Keep your words back and don't criticize me!"

I looked at my dad. He was just stroking his penis and didn't say anything.

My mother hung the Coke bottle upside down on the coat rack, inserted a disposable pillow into the bottle cap, connected the infusion tube, and adjusted the length so that the end where the liquid flows out was inserted into my mouth.

Mom said: "The iced bath water is delicious. Don't waste it. I took the iced water from the bathtub just now. Look, there are still some sediments, which are bath mud. It's white. Drink it and see if it smells good."

I was so angry that I couldn't make a sound, and I was holding back a breath that was stuck in my throat, making it impossible to drink the bath water.

Mom shrank a little and said, "Little slippery boy, I should have known you had this trick."

After saying that, I spit out the chewing gum in my mouth, broke it into two parts, and blocked my nostrils. I immediately lost my source of oxygen, and after a few minutes of stalemate, I gave in and swallowed my first sip of bath water. In order to keep breathing and survive, I would quickly swallow the bath water dripping from my mouth into my body.

After arranging all this, my mother took off her leopard print boots with satisfaction, put them on my shoulders, and said: "Drinking the bath water and smelling the fragrance of the leather boots, you are the most moisturized."

I glanced at the dragon bed with my peripheral vision. My mother had jumped up happily, threw herself into my father's arms, and said, "Husband, let's get started."

Dad said: "Honey, I also want to add some foreplay."

Mom asked: "What foreplay? I want it, I want it."

Dad sat up, came to the bed, stretched his feet in front of me, only a few dozen centimeters away from me, and said, "My feet are very tired, please lick them for me."

When I heard this, I was aroused and protested with "woo woo". The woman I love so much is being played by you like this.

After Dad finished speaking, he wiggled the soles of his feet in front of me proudly.

Mom said: "Husband, you are so interesting, you are my king."

Dad said: "I am your master, lick your feet for me, come on."

Mom got out of bed, knelt at Dad's feet, and took Dad's big feet. Dad's big feet were bigger than Mom's face. She enjoyed watching her gently sucking Dad's toes. I know that my ex-wife doesn't have a foot fetish, but she is a willing adult. She is someone else's woman. I heard the male protagonist moaning and commanding his ex-wife, licking her big toes one by one. My ex-wife imitated my movements, kissing, licking, nibbling, and shaking her buttocks. I felt that I had lost her forever...

16. Last update

I'm really sorry to keep everyone waiting. I went straight from the 2017 annual review to the 2018 annual review. Something happened in the middle, so I had no choice but to update:

1. When I first posted in 2017, the hostess was already pregnant with her second child and had decided to break up with the male lead and return to the family. This was mentioned in my first post. Some people like to ask, whose child is the second child? None of the three of us know, but we will have the opportunity to know in the future - a DNA paternity test, but we do not intend to take this approach that will add pressure to our hearts. Because it has been agreed before that no matter whose child it is, it will be considered to be my child, and the male owner will appear in front of the child as an uncle. That night in Madai, because I was a green slave, the male master ejaculated twice first, and I licked their feet until they fell asleep. Early the next morning, after the mistress took a shower, she made me cum again. I wonder if this order will give the male owner’s sperm a competitive advantage. After returning home, I ejaculated inside my mistress during our daily sex life. The hostess's ovulation period is probably that week, so I don't know whose child it is.

2. Reasons for discontinuation: At the end of 2017, two major events occurred: First, the child was born, and all of us who have been parents are aware that this is not an easy thing, it involves too much energy, and not enough sleep every day. Second, Sister Du had a heart stent. Although she hired a nurse, it was still not as convenient as taking care of her by ourselves. During this period, although I had the opportunity to update the article, every time I turned on the computer and recalled bits and pieces of the past, I always felt that it was out of time to write again. Just wait, and I will be here now.

3. Criticism of the male host: Many people think that the male host has taken over my wife without paying anything. My fault is that the previous articles mainly focused on SM plots, and many life scenes were not in-depth. In fact, normally, after they get married, they live a normal life. On the contrary, SM is just an embellishment in life. For the needs of the plot, I made some deletions. A lot of training happens naturally. There is no need to do a lot of preliminary foreshadowing. Everyone is familiar with it. I would like to clarify the name of the male protagonist here. He is in the financial sector and is the CEO of a private equity company. He divorced his ex-wife many years ago and has two daughters. His ex-wife took their two daughters to work hard in Singapore (don’t say that the male protagonist has no father’s responsibility and left his two daughters to his ex-wife. Singapore’s welfare is more than one level higher than that of China). After a few years of hiatus, because of SM, he was also interested in it, so he got to know us, we had similar odors, and we got together. After he married the hostess, he also took on the responsibilities of the family and took care of Sister Du. They would come to live with us on weekends, or take Sister Du's children over to live with them.

4. The roles of Sister Du and the child: Let’s talk about the child first. He was unaware of the whole process. He only knew that this uncle was a good friend of his mother. His father was away on business for a long time, so he asked his uncle to take care of his mother. that's all. But now that the children are getting older, something is definitely happening psychologically, so the heroine plans to return to the family. The children are the most important, and fun is not. Sister Du's role is very strange. I still don't understand her thoughts. I think she is very conservative but also avant-garde in some aspects. I divorced the hostess, but she just tried to persuade her to marry the male host, and he accepted it, but he didn't reject my presence throughout the process. When the male master and the female master trained me, after a period of psychological construction, she was able to naturally participate and gain happiness. My understanding is that first, Sister Du has been a widow for many years, and SM has had a great psychological impact on her. She also has her own needs, and she has no choice but to accept the charm of SM. Second, her daughter can hold two men, everything is arranged properly, and everyone has no objections, what else can she say? Finally, someone asked me, have I ever been Sister Du’s sex slave? The answer is: I did it, not with my base, but with a fake penis, the kind that vibrates. I’ll write this now and continue at night.

Serve Sister Du. Sister Du likes SM because she likes to have her feet licked. Although she is close to 60, she is very health-conscious and looks about 50, especially her feet. The shape of her feet is my favorite Greek feet. There are no wrinkles at all, they are very smooth and there are not many calluses. The first time she saw me licking the mistress's feet, her mood didn't change much. She just watched curiously and said that I was so good. Later, the mistress asked her to try it. She didn't resist. She just closed her eyes and slowly enjoyed the experience. Occasionally, the tip of her teeth touched the sensitive part of her sole. She would suddenly twitch, and then naturally stretch her foot back to me. Everything was so natural. But when she saw me licking the male master's feet for the first time, she asked out of curiosity: "You can also lick a man's feet. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly." My face turned red, and I could only hear the male host and the hostess giggling. Until one of Sister Du’s birthdays, I knelt down at the table and pinched Sister Du’s feet while watching the three of them eating cake. The mistress said to me in front of Sister Du: "Foot licking slave, do you want to let yourself go today?" I asked: "How to let yourself go?" The mistress said: "Take off all your clothes." I looked up at Sister Du. In the past, the most she had done was licking feet, dog chains, handcuffs, etc., but she had never stripped naked. Sister Du drank some wine, her face turned red, and she said with a smile: "You can have this."

Of course I didn't miss this opportunity and quickly took off my clothes. Appearing naked in front of Sister Du. Of course, the hostess locked the CB6000 on the base in advance, the stainless steel CB6000. Sister Du asked me to stand up, squinted her eyes and played with it for a while, then asked the hostess: "Who locked this? Where is the key?" The hostess said: "My husband locked it for him, and I put the key away to prevent him from thinking too much about me. "Sister Du held my dick with her hand and said, "You two always bully him for being honest." The hostess said with a smile, "I've been married to him for so many years, just keep this little thing locked up to save your worries. I felt very embarrassed and continued to kneel down and pinch Sister Du's feet. Sister Du asked me: "Do you feel uncomfortable when you see Miaomiao and the others so happy?" I said: "Of course not, I just hope that Miaomiao is happy and the male master will give him happiness." Sister Du said: "Idiot, I'm asking if you will have a physiological reaction." The hostess interjected: "He is useless, he can only hold it in, Mom, look, he is swollen down there." Sister Du lowered her head and saw that it was true. I quickly held Sister Du's feet and started licking them. Sister Du said: "What are you doing? Did I ask you to lick it?" I said: "Work is the best way to divert attention." Sister Du laughed loudly: "Is licking feet your own job as a top student? You are overqualified and underused. Which teacher taught you this?"

The hostess said: "Sister Du, just being a foot slave and licking feet is definitely not enough. We have arranged a new task for him. Do you know what a tongue slave is?" Sister Du said she didn't know. The hostess brought a dildo from the bedroom. It was medium in size, about 20 centimeters, with the glans held high. There was a ball on the other end. The mistress asked me to open my mouth, and I put the ball in my mouth. The mistress used a belt to hold the dildo tightly on my head, and turned on the power. The dildo rotated, and the ball also vibrated. I felt that my mouth was being fucked by the dildo. The hostess pointed to Sister Du's bedroom and ordered me: "Go, you know what to do." I nodded and climbed in. After a while, Sister Du also came in and turned off the lights. The room was dark, with only sparse street lights coming through the curtains. I could vaguely see Sister Du taking off her clothes, shirt, underwear, and panties, and her figure was as graceful as a girl's. The moment she turned around, I seemed to see the light of desire in her pupils. I surrendered at her feet, crawled over, and handed the dog leash. She dragged me to the bed, put her feet on my shoulders, and pulled me closer and closer. I saw her vagina opening and shrinking, as if she was nervous. The glans was not far away, turning tirelessly, and slowly submerged in Sister Du's labia. Until I was swallowed by Sister Du's vagina, I smelled Sister Du's excited breath. My lower body was in pain from being restrained by CB6000. With Sister Du's rhythmic breathing, I experienced an endless sense of depravity that I couldn't extricate myself from...

5. The relationship between Sister Du, my parents, and the male protagonist’s parents:

(1) Needless to say, Sister Du already knew about the master-slave relationship between the male and female masters and me, and she also participated in it and enjoyed it. (Of course, many people sent me private messages to condemn our incestuous behavior. How to say, from a moral point of view, I can't argue with it, I can only laugh. I can only say that we are all adults and we are all responsible for our actions. I can't say anything else high-sounding.) As for some friends who sent me private messages, they said that Sister Du deserved her serious illness and that she had brought it upon herself. It was all retribution. I think it’s up to me whether I write it or not, but it’s up to you whether you see it or not, right? As an old man reaches his age, he will naturally be in poor health. This has nothing to do with his open mind.

(2) The male protagonist’s parents: The male protagonist is a few years older than Miaomiao and I, and his parents are close to 70. In the whole thing, he was the most uninformed person from beginning to end. They only knew that the male protagonist had been divorced for seven or eight years and had been single. Therefore, Miaomiao did not have much objection to the male protagonist's second marriage. Miaomiao was also married for the second time and had a son. It is only recommended to make an agreement before marriage regarding the ownership of the male owner's property and company. We had already made an agreement on this matter when the three of us established the master-slave relationship. After marriage, the host and hostess lived together with the host's parents. Occasionally they would take my son over to live there, and they would come here to spend weekends with Sister Du and me. The male protagonist’s parents didn’t know that I was divorced and never left home. When they occasionally came to visit, the male and female protagonist would greet me in advance, but I would choose to avoid it. Once, in order to seek excitement, the heroine trapped me in the closet of her bedroom and tied me up. Both the hero and Sister Du knew about it. When the hero's parents came to visit, I listened to their family having fun in the living room, and I felt like an outsider. Sister Du is very curious about SM and likes to think about it. She often communicates with me about my mental journey after Miaomiao remarried. Unfortunately, this feeling is very subtle and cannot be expressed in words.

(3) My parents: They are the people we feel most sorry for in the past few years, including me, Miaomiao, Sister Du, and the male protagonist. They all feel very guilty, but when the sperm is in their brains, they often don’t care about it. Three years before Miaomiao and I divorced, my parents didn't know about it because they lived in their hometown and wouldn't make sudden inspections. The occasional greeting between the in-laws was easily dealt with by Sister Du. In the second year, the hostess and I took the children back to spend the New Year. We placed the male protagonist in a hotel outside our home, and the hostess and I took the children back to live with our parents. The relationship between my parents and the hostess has always been very good, and our divorce was purely for the experience of SM, not really emotional discord, so the hostess still gave me face at my parents' house, and everything was very natural. At night, the three of us share the same bed with our children, which is one of the few times in several years. But the child was sleeping in the middle and we couldn't do anything. Occasionally I couldn't help but put my hands on the mistress's breasts, and the mistress would push them away with her hands to remind me to pay attention to my identity. When he was really annoyed by me, he ordered me to get down and lick my feet. My place was at the feet of the mistress. This kind of atmosphere seems to make the host and hostess even more stimulating. They don't shy away from sending flirting messages to each other every day. They even send flirting messages when the child is sleeping. The mistress played their love words in front of me, and even sent the scene of me licking my feet to the male protagonist, who responded by erecting his genitals. We were deeply in love, and under the pretext of going out for late-night snacks, we went to the male protagonist’s hotel. I covered them and let them have sex. Such excitement made the female protagonist climax every time. They had seven days off, and they cummed all seven days, all inside. When I get home, the heroine will ask me to clean her private parts and panties of the hero's semen, but I will not let go of my chastity control. Both the male and female masters agree on this point. Only abstinence can maintain the most positive servility, and they will also feel superior.

My family found out that we were getting divorced in the third year. The reason was that the host and hostess took a set of wedding photos, and the male host posted them in his friend circle (the hostess’s friend zone has been blocked from my family in recent years). Who knew that a friend of the male host and a fellow countryman of my wife were college classmates and they once rented a house together in Beijing. This matter indirectly reached the ears of my parents (again, if you are cheating, please take care of your circle of friends, keep a low profile, and keep your tail between your legs). My parents called me to question me, and I realized that this matter could not be contained. After the incident, Sister Du panicked and said that as an in-law, she was really wrong about this matter. The hostess and I comforted her, and then we went back to our hometown together. We brought my parents to Beijing and had a talk at home. You don't need to think about it to know that my parents kept asking us why, why, and why we didn't discuss it with our family and made hasty decisions. My parents even thought it was the hostess because they couldn't accept the wedding photos of her and the male host. Finally, I stood up and explained that it was because the two places had been separated for a long time and the relationship had faded. There was no love, only family affection. I also explained that the host and hostess fell in love after the divorce, and the hostess did not have an affair during the marriage. Of course, my parents still couldn't accept the mistress's remarriage. But after more than a month of slowly appeasing them, they saw that the mistress would return to the man in the evening. It was a done deal, and they slowly accepted it. Seeing that staying home after my divorce was a good choice for my children, I went back to my hometown. The hostess and I had already gone to the airport to see it off. After the plane took off, the hostess breathed a sigh of relief and complained to me, saying: "A SM has messed up everyone." I replied: "Don't you enjoy it too?" The hostess glared at me and said, "That is, this month, your husband and I have been ejaculating every day. Do you want to kneel down and smell it?" One sentence knocked me down, and I immediately begged for mercy and returned to my true self. If a woman doesn't cheat, she will be fine with her, but if she cheats, she will turn her back on him.

6. Answer questions about the heroine’s mental journey from fans.

7. The process of remarriage

8. The ending of the male protagonist and the current relationship

9. Some of the most unforgettable moments in the past few years

10. Make some more answers based on everyone’s questions, and then call it a day.

Everyone wants me to talk more about Sister Du, so I will describe it in detail:

Sister Du is 163cm tall, 56 years old, weighs about 105-115cm, and has a foot size of 36. She was born in Yangzhou, Jiangsu, and later studied in Shanghai. The then Shanghai First Medical College is now called Tongji University Hospital (it seems to be, but I didn’t go into details). The academic qualifications are now equivalent to a college or a bachelor’s degree. Later, for the sake of family, she returned to Shanghai. I worked as a general doctor in my hometown town. I retired many years ago through a trust relationship. After I lost my husband many years ago, I have been living with the heroine. With a small pension, I rented out the two-story house in my hometown. I also got more than 8,000 yuan a month. I kept it for us. We had no worries about food and drink, and helped us raise our children in Beijing. We don't object to her finding a wife again. We know her a lot by dancing in the square, and we encourage her to take another step forward. But her actual words were: "Forget it, don't cause trouble for the children." I knew in my heart that Sister Du had been widowed since she was in her 30s, and they didn't have the tradition of setting up a chastity memorial. They must have felt hungry and thirsty in their hearts for more than 20 years, so it was not difficult to understand why they quickly accepted SM. The key was to have a suitable entry point that was not obtrusive and reasonable.

Our children go to a private boarding school, and when we go home every weekend, we have a private space for training, although we don’t adjust them every day, and we don’t have air conditioning every day. After the SM relationship was established, I called the host and hostess my father and mother, and I called Sister Du my aunt. It’s hard for me to guess how Sister Du positions me in her heart. She has always listened to her daughter’s words, and the status of a daughter is greater than that of a son-in-law. My own understanding is that my ranking in her heart is: slave - father of the child - former son-in-law - young man. She has become accustomed to calling me a foot slave. Later, after being promoted to a sex slave, she acquiesced in her heart, but was unwilling to admit it verbally. She believed that sex slaves still have incest connotations. You can think that this means that she wants to be a prostitute and build a memorial arch. But everything goes according to her, which is correct. A foot slave is a foot slave. I also like to be called such a slave.

Someone asked in a private message whether I had ever penetrated Sister Du. The answer was no, it was just the tools I used. After all, I was still my ex-son-in-law, and the mistress and I would remarry in the future. But after serving her with a tool for the first time (see above), the mistress discussed similar things with her, that is, it is okay to not remarry, but if there are sexual needs, how can a person wrong himself in this life. So we discussed that we could help her find a sex slave. After all, there are several colleges and universities around our house. It is not difficult to find a few male students with SM hobbies to be sex slaves. Sister Du did not agree. She did not want to have a long-term lover, which would make her life tiring. Later, the hostess transferred the unused card to the foot bath city she usually went to to Sister Du, and took Sister Du there several times. Until this time, I didn’t know that the hostess sometimes came home late at night, not necessarily to find the male host, but sometimes to find ducks. I was angry at that time, and I said that we had agreed to be a cuckold, but that I didn’t support the one-night stand with the hostess. The hostess explained to me that I only wanted to have sex with them when I was getting a pedicure, and there was no penetration. That’s the end of the matter. Believe it or not. After Sister Du went there several times, she came back and said that young people's bodies are just different and the money is well spent. I asked Sister Du if you could take me with you next time you go looking for ducks. I would be responsible for licking the feet. Sister Du didn't object, but every time she went there, she never took me with her. Until now, I have remarried the hostess, and this plan has not been implemented.

Because the hostess and hostess are usually not at home at night, and I basically have to take a shower every day, the hostess asked Sister Du to be responsible for my chastity management. After Sister Du opened it for me, she asked: "Aren't you, the hostess, afraid that you will secretly masturbate while taking a shower?" I said no: "She can tell that after masturbating, she becomes soft and no longer servile." There were many times when she felt that abstinence was a kind of torture for me, which a person like her who has been widowed for many years knows very well. She would let me release myself, and the mistress was not at home anyway. I said: "The mistress is my god, and I must abide by my loyalty to her." Sister Du expressed her understanding and said, "I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup she poured into you to make you desperate." Then she locked me up again. Many people ask, when JB is hard, how can it be locked? It's very simple, just keep a bottle of frozen mineral water in the refrigerator. Moreover, Sister Du took the initiative to shave my pubic hair for me so that it would not be caught between my pubic hair every time.

A small detail comes to mind. When Sister Du slowly accepted SM, I followed the hostess's instructions and opened the bed under the host and hostess to let Sister Du see the tools we have had over the years. Sister Du was shocked and couldn't help but said: "You guys are so good at it." In addition to the basic various handcuffs, shackles, whips, and clothes, the two props that attracted her most: the toilet and the vacuum bag.

This piqued her curiosity. She asked me: "Have you ever eaten feces or drank urine from your mistress?" I explained: "This is a tool for psychological reshaping. It may not actually eat feces or drink urine. I have never eaten the mistress's feces, and she won't let me eat it. I just occasionally took a symbolic sip of the mistress's urine." She was thoughtful. Later, when the host and hostess came back, she asked them to demonstrate it to her. First, I placed my head in a square plastic box. The water outlet on the back of the lid was inserted right into my mouth. I had to open my mouth to hold it, otherwise the lid would not close. The transparent box allows owners to watch the progress of my taking the holy water in real time. The hostess connected the small urinal to the water inlet, and an artificial toilet was installed. The male owner can stand to excrete, and the female owner can squat down to excrete. The host poured a small glass of water and demonstrated it, and I drank it. Sister Du found it very interesting and asked them both: "Which one of you wants to pee?" The hostess was quite surprised by Sister Du's performance, because she rarely let me drink holy water. After some discussion, the hostess said, "You'd better drink mine. He might not be able to accept a man's urine." Then she went to the toilet and drained half a glass of holy water, and poured it down in front of Sister Du. When the mistress's holy water came into contact with my throat, I felt my asshole straighten immediately. Sister Du: "Look, he still likes this kind of training, but he drinks a little slowly."

The vacuum skin bag is a restraint tool. The hostess explained its use to Sister Du, saying that it is used to enhance my servility. After people put it in, it will be vacuumed, and then listen to the sex of the host and hostess, which will stimulate my sense of humility. Sister Du asked me to demonstrate again. The hostess said to Sister Du: "This is not okay. How can we have sex in front of you? I'm sorry." Needless to say, the male host was even more opposed. Later, Sister Du said, "Why don't you try to vacuum me up? Then I won't be able to see you having sex, so you just treat me as if I don't exist." Everyone said they could accept this proposal. That night, after we took separate showers, the hostess followed Sister Du into the bedroom. Sister Du took off her clothes and got into her skin. The hostess invited us into the room and started pumping air out (considering Sister Du's physical problems, we asked her to hold the light remote control in her hand. If she felt uncomfortable, she would press the switch of the bedroom light, and the light would change and we would stop). At the end of the session, Sister Du's entire body was revealed in front of us at a glance, with only one tube used for breathing. Observed this way, Sister Du's figure is similar to that of a girl. The male master told me to start giving him a blowjob, and then put on a condom when he was hard. I said to Sister Du: "Auntie, my husband usually bullies me like this. This time you heard it with your own ears." This was when the lights changed, and Sister Du said she heard it. The hostess laughed and said, "Mom, don't listen to him, he likes it like this." Then she asked me to come over and lick my feet. After licking and licking, they started kissing. I quickly held the male master's penis and slowly pushed it into the female master's vagina. The mistress made a cry, and the man entered, followed by endless thrusts... After that, he opened the bag, and it was soaked inside. The hostess asked me and the male host to go out, and we heard the hostess deliberately say to us outside the door: "Sister Du, why are you losing so much water..." After Sister Du came out, she said to us: "You guys are really good at playing." Afterwards, I discussed with the host and hostess whether Sister Du had some M attributes. The hostess advised me to give up this idea quickly, because she could not accept her mother being her M.

The heroine’s mental journey is roughly divided into several stages:

2002-2008:

When I was a student, I got to know her through joining various small groups as freshmen. I found out that she didn’t have a boyfriend, so I planned to pursue her. After two years of knowing each other, I plucked up the courage to pursue her, but was rejected. The reasons were: she had low self-esteem. First, she came from a single-parent family. Second, she was from a rural area. Third, she thought I was excellent and was afraid that I would be difficult to control. Just when I was disappointed, a few months later, she pursued me in turn. The reason was very simple. After careful consideration, she felt that I was very down-to-earth and could live a good life, and she was willing to give it a try when fate came. Young people, we can stay together or break up if we don't get along. What else? In order to restrain me, she only proposed one thing, that is, premarital sex is not allowed. I agree. The relationship at that time did not say who loved whom more. It was fashionable to fall in love in college, and she had a good figure and beautiful feet. One summer, I saw her wearing a pair of flip-flop sandals and light pink nail polish. It was my favorite Greek feet, and I will never forget it. Being able to lick these feet is my biggest dream in this life. Facts have proved that not having premarital sex is just a beautiful fantasy. Young men and women are driven by sex hormones, and any rationality is nonsense. Half-decided, we went to a small hotel outside the campus. The soundproofing was not good, just for sex. In the second half of the night, the sound of screaming for bed kept coming. When we checked out the next day, we often found all kinds of acquaintances, such as monitors, league secretaries, senior brothers and sisters, and school beauties. After returning to campus, they all looked like saints. Before we opened a room, we all knew that we were first in love with each other. After we opened a room, we made the next step based on our respective understandings from watching porn. When everyone thinks about their first time, most of them are not very smooth. I'm not afraid of everyone's jokes. From the first time we opened a house to our wedding, we never had a successful one. Either the posture was wrong and we couldn't get in, or it took too long and the liquid dried up, and I kept crying out in pain. In short, by some strange combination, the first time was left after the wedding. Since we can't make love, we have to do something. I will slowly guide her and lick her, first licking the normal parts, breasts, navel, armpits, and vagina. After getting used to it, I slowly licked my butthole and feet, and I was embarrassed to avoid it at first. Over time, I felt comfortable and stopped saying anything. Lifting her legs on the bed and licking her would make her tired, so I would start to kneel beside the bed and lick. This is the SM enlightenment of the hostess.

2009-2012:

During the marriage stage, we got the certificate after graduating from college and held a banquet. Strangely enough, on the wedding night after we got married, our sex life was very harmonious, and I felt red for the first time. There was no inability to enter or pain like before. I have always felt that this was the hostess's conspiracy, and she always excused me with fatalism. Soon we had a child. The hostess quit her job to take care of the child at home, and came back a year later to open a cafe. Everyone knows this. After giving birth to a child, the family was in chaos, all kinds of worries kept coming, and it was impossible to talk about the joy of life. I know that after receiving the certificate, the couple can talk about anything. Many things need to be communicated as soon as possible at this stage. Otherwise, time will pass and they will become relatives and they will not be able to talk about it. I need to guide the mistress to accept SM as soon as possible. There are several main methods:

First, instill thoughts in advance. On important days such as her birthday, Valentine's Day, March 8th Women's Day, and wedding anniversaries, constantly permeate the idea that she is your goddess, and being able to marry her is your destiny that you have cultivated for several lifetimes. In order to make her happy, you are willing to be a cow and Ma Yunyun in this life...

Second, more radical thoughts need to be instilled during sex. At this time, she will understand that you are flirting. Here are several details:

(1) During the foreplay stage, I will express to her that I have a small regret, that is, my wife married me directly without dating before. I will feel that her life is not perfect and she only comes into contact with a single type of men like me. She will be curious when she meets a different kind of man in the future. On the contrary, I don't have a virginity plot, so it's better for her to have more love experience before marriage, even if we have sex, it doesn't matter. (At this stage, the hostess will often pretend to be angry and say, "What are you talking about? You won't change your mind." She also thinks that I am teasing her.)

(2) During sex, when I estimate that the mistress is about to climax, I ask her to imagine that another man is fucking her and I am on a business trip. At this time, she will be very cooperative and say: "No matter who you are, I don't want my husband anymore. You cum quickly, cum quickly." After I finish ejaculating, she calms down and apologizes to me, saying: "Husband, I didn't mean to do it. It's really comfortable. I'm cooperating with you." I will comfort her and say that you are my goddess and you have the right to use all the men in the world. I am just one of you, as long as you are happy. After a long period of indoctrination, she will have a high degree of cooperation.

(3) After making love, the one thing that must not be interrupted is to lick her feet. Persistence can form a ritual, because as long as you interrupt once, the next time you lick her feet, it will feel very deliberate and embarrassing. When licking feet, don't forget to praise the beauty of the hostess's feet, and express that you are only willing to lick her feet. Licking her feet will make her feel like they belong to her. Several times the hostess asked me: "Why do you like filling my feet so much?" I said: "Because you are my wife. I don't know how to express my love for you. I can only show my love by licking my feet. And since ancient times, men have liked women's feet." She asked again: "If other people's feet are also very beautiful, do you also want to lick them?" I replied: "Of course not, I only belong to you. No matter how beautiful other people's feet are, I still feel dirty."

Over time, the hostess will feel that you are willing to do a lot of things for her feet, and she will also be willing to cooperate with you, such as buying good-looking boots, doing pedicures, etc. I also gradually let her know about some SM movies and the existence of foot fetish groups. She gradually came to know that I have a foot fetish, but no one revealed it.

In the past three years, the progress of the mistress is that she has established a master-slave relationship with me. I can call her master and she can call me foot slave. There are more training supplies at home. She regarded SM as the spice of life, and positioned me as a perverted husband who had an inseparable feeling for her feet.

2012-2017:

The cuckold stage. Once SM breaks through the first level, the rest will follow very quickly. Because I am no longer alone thinking of ways, and the hostess is also thinking of various ways to play. During this time, my work improved and I began to be sent abroad, which gave Green Masters room to enter. The hostess found her lover herself, not me. I just expressed my attitude and firmly hoped that my wife would have a lover. Of course, the hostess did not disappoint me and I found it quickly. The hostess began to think that my role was dispensable, and she did not shy away from the existence of a lover. In the third year, Sister Du also knew about the existence of the male lead and tried to get me to talk to the hostess. Later, we made it clear that this was our volition to make up for the emptiness of the hostess when I was not around, and Sister Du was able to accept it. The mistress slowly showed all kinds of affection to me, hoping to give me a transition period. My inner feeling is that I both expect and cannot accept it. Everything I didn’t want to believe was verified in the end. Their two pairs of bare feet side by side, their fingers clasped together, the mistress took off our wedding rings on her hands and replaced them with the diamond ring given by the man, the condom they used after making love, and my vagina that was destroyed by the man's creampie. We moved forward slowly in the threesome, and in order to achieve unprecedented pleasure, we chose divorce. After the divorce, I became a complete sex slave, watching my wife being taken away by others and moaning under others. The most unexpected gain during this period was that Sister Du also joined in.

Here to answer everyone’s question, why should we remarry? Because at the beginning, the male protagonist was positioned as a lover and a cuckold. It is not ruled out that the female protagonist fell in love with her in the past few years, but we agreed that this is a game and everyone knows it. Moreover, the male protagonist also divorced his wife because they were separated in two places. He knew that I had feelings for the female protagonist. It was the agreement at that time to remarry after five years.

2017-2018:

Remarry. To answer everyone's questions, I have remarried to the hostess, and the husband has gone to Singapore to raise his two daughters. During this time, we already had our second child. Whether it’s mine or the male protagonist’s, they are all mine in name. The mistress and Sister Du and I still treat each other as master and slave. The mistress usually sleeps on the bed and I sleep on the floor. We still do SM training. It's just that when the mistress needs sex, she will give me the right to go to bed, and on those few days every month, when she needs a man's care, she also needs me to hold her to sleep. You may ask, what is the difference between that and not remarrying? Of course there is a difference, but you can't go back to the beginning after remarrying. Deliberately restoring the original state is very unnatural. The hostess said that as long as the male host returns to China, they will still be sex partners and have sex occasionally. After she returns from childbirth, she may have a new lover, but it will definitely not be a green lover, just a sex partner. But the foot slave will find a few more, for Sister Du and for herself. The current relationship is the most harmonious state of wife-master-husband-slave. The mistress's heart is still at home and still in my body, but her body is no longer bothered to be given to me.

Yesterday's update already talked about the heroine's psychological journey, as well as the hero's ending and current relationship, and also briefly mentioned some details of the remarriage. Today I will talk about the remarriage process in detail. A friend sent a private message asking if he could send some photos of the hostess's feet in T-bar shoes. I looked through the gallery and couldn't find a few good photos. Some of them have been moved to other hard drives and compressed and archived. The hostess said that when summer comes and she loses weight, she will take some photos for everyone. Later, she reminded me that when I went to Taobao to buy shoes, didn't I upload a few pictures of my feet to get good reviews, so she ordered me to find them, which wasted a lot of time. Everyone likes different foot shapes, so just pass them if you don’t like them. Because I share an account with the hostess, she will also come to watch.

In addition, some friends asked me if I would go out to find the queen after having a mistress and a mistress. The answer was yes. If the mistress agreed, the answer was also yes. Here I want to explain. The first time I looked for a fee queen, my hostess and I had not yet established a relationship at that time. During the few years of our relationship, including the years after we got married, I kept looking for fee queens without telling her, and I also had a few friendship queens (I have now confessed these experiences to her). Later, after I established a master-slave relationship with the mistress, the mistress once asked me to devote myself to her. Later, when the male master intervened, the mistress could no longer train me wholeheartedly, so she allowed me to go out to find the queen. The premise was that I could only do the foot slave and dog slave project, that is, I could only lick feet. On the other hand, I was also allowed to come into contact with different types of feet. The hostess has a very strange psychology that she can't explain. That is, I can find other queens outside, but her best friend wants to train me. She can't accept it and will be jealous. After thinking about it, it may be a matter of face.

Let’s get back to business and talk about the process of remarriage. Speaking of remarriage, we have to talk about the male protagonist’s ex-wife (Rachel Xu). In the three years since the male protagonist married the female protagonist, he has been communicating with his ex-wife about his children’s education and future career development. After all, Singapore is more suitable for the development of his financial business, and her ex-wife also has certain resources. Therefore, SM is still secondary to the relationship between the three of us. In the end, everyone has to return to the essence of family and career.

The basis for remarriage: three families: 1. Sister Du. Sister Du is the one who is the least concerned about our remarriage among the three families, because she always relies on the mistress's opinion. As long as the mistress is sure of it, she will basically not object. Sister Du is most concerned about my position in the family after remarriage, whether I can still be a foot slave. The mistress's opinion is that even if she remarries, she is still the head of the family, and I still have no status in the family. I am nothing more than a foot slave with a marriage certificate. Sister Du heard this, and of course she had no objection. Whether it was a foot slave or a son-in-law, they were just toys. As long as their daughter was happy, then she could remarry. 2. The male host’s opinion. The male host’s parents have always wanted him to remarry his ex-wife, but they had been idle in the past few years and couldn’t bear to see their son alone, so they had no objection to the hostess marrying the male host, but they had always been unhappy with the hostess having two homes and felt that my ex-husband was too much of a hindrance. Now I heard that the male host will remarry his ex-wife. He said a lot of things, saying thank you for taking care of their son for so many years, but basically he supported the divorce between the male host and the female host. 3. My home. In principle, my family hopes that I will remarry. After all, my children need to have a complete family. But there is a hurdle in the old man’s heart that he can’t overcome. My dad said, "If Miaomiao divorces you and lives on your own, and now you remarry, I have no objection. The question is, is she getting married again, are you mentally comfortable?" The old man didn't put it too bluntly, but I understand the meaning. Your wife has been fucked by someone else, do you still want her? After a lot of persuasion, the main themes were twofold: First, in the past few years that Miaomiao has been your daughter-in-law, has she ever treated you badly? Is she very sensible? Second, she married someone else after she divorced me, so there was nothing morally wrong with her. If she doesn't remarry quickly now, she will be targeted by other men in the future. When my father heard this, he quickly said, hurry up, get married quickly, no one is as good as the first wife.

So, the host and hostess, Rachel, and I started a group six months ago to discuss various things about remarriage. What we discussed was that on the day of the divorce, the host and the hostess would register their marriage at the same time. Then, we would choose a suitable day for the host and hostess to apply for divorce, and then the host and Rachel, the hostess and I would get married together, and then everyone would have a meal, and the matter would be considered complete. Everyone agreed to this proposal, and the next step was to choose a date and wait for Rachel to return to China. These were all very routine processes, and there was nothing to say.

I mentioned before that before we got remarried, my hostess and I went to the Maldives for the last time to train a cuckold. People will ask, why didn’t Rachel go? The reason is simple. At this time, the male host and the hostess have not yet divorced. She is unwilling to intervene in our three-person relationship, so she did not participate. She thought it might be a good decision for the three of us to make a beautiful memory.

You may also ask, does Rachel know about your relationship? The answer is yes. Although the male owner and Rachel have been divorced for so many years, they still keep in touch because of their children. Therefore, when he married the female owner, he had already discussed this matter with Rachel. In Rachel's eyes, the male owner is too playful, so there is no need to deliberately correct him. They are both adults, so just play.

Rachel is a very intellectual woman. She is almost 40 and is becoming more mature and beautiful. She didn’t need to develop, she already knew about SM a long time ago. Therefore, although she does not take the lead in the group, she never throws cold water on us. For example, I begged her to send some pictures of her feet, and she cooperated and sent them, including those with bare feet and those with black stockings. I was servile and said: "Rachel, I want to kneel down for you." She would say: "Kneel down, kneel down better." In short, she would give a positive response. Like an inclusive big sister.

In the group, our positioning is Rachel-the male host-the female host-me. After the formalities were completed on the day of the remarriage, after dinner, I sent the host and Rachel home and went upstairs to pick up the hostess’s clothes. After entering the house and chatting for a while, I said, "Master, Rachel will be the mistress from now on." The master asked Rachel, "Are you willing?" Rachel is an intellectual big sister, so of course she said yes. I said, "Master Rachel, let me kneel down for you." Rachel nodded in agreement. I looked at Miaomiao. It seemed that she wasn't jealous this time. She didn't say anything and knelt down. Rachel asked her: "What's wrong with you?" Miaomiao said: "The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy." I said: "Rachel, let me lick your feet. There won't be many opportunities in the future." Rachel said nothing and handed her feet over. I looked at the male host and he nodded, so I took off her black high heels, took off her high-top black stockings, held her feet and started licking them. Rachel said: "This is the first time someone has licked my foot." Miaomiao silently picked up Racel's other foot and licked it too... A few days later, the male host and Rachel went to Singapore. They knew that they had not met each other yet, but the group was still there, the phone was still there, the home was still there, and if there was a spark, it would start a prairie fire again...

17. Unforgettable Fragments (Ending)

1. Since I became a cuckold slave, I was very happy to find that the mistress is getting better and better at dressing up, and she likes the novelty of training more and more. There are gradually more high-heeled shoes and over-the-knee boots in the shoe cabinet, and there are also a lot of queen's outfits in the wardrobe. The one that impressed me the most is a black T-shaped queen's outfit, which is two belts about 10 cm inlaid with rivets, horizontally: around the breasts, in the middle of the breasts, connected by an iron ring. Vertical length: pass through the iron ring between the two breasts and go around the private parts under the body. The width of the belt increases to about 15-18 cm in the private parts, exposing the vaginal opening. When passing through the buttocks, it shortens into a woven cylindrical thin belt with a diameter of about 2 cm, which is tightly clamped by the heroine's buttocks. Then the belt goes out again from the top of the buttocks and returns to a width of 10 cm, connected to the horizontal belt. This queen's outfit cost 600 oceans on Taobao. The material is not valuable, but the design is valuable. It can't be worn without a good figure and good temperament. The mistress is particularly fond of this queen's outfit. In her words, even if she is not trained in this queen's outfit, she will feel a vague sense of pleasure when the belt rubs her nipples, vagina and asshole. She once tried to wear this queen's outfit, with over-the-knee boots on her feet and a fur coat on the outside. She would go to work like this, and when she came back from get off work, she couldn't wait to let me get into her fur coat and serve her with my tongue and mouth. This queen's outfit is also suitable for summer. The hostess likes to wear this queen's outfit for running at night, friction and unlimited motivation. I often thought that I had knocked over the mistress's Pandora's box, allowing her talent for sexual stimulation to be fully unleashed.

2. Boot slave. After Sister Du joined, under the influence of the hostess, she also became obsessed with over-the-knee boots, and her legs could handle them. The number of over-the-knee boots at home has gradually increased, and at the peak, there were more than 50 pairs, some for training and some for travel. There is a separate space in the hall cabinet for hanging their boots. I clip a pair of them with clips and hang them up. As long as I am at home, I am responsible for taking care of them. The rule set by the mistress for me is that as soon as they enter the house, I must kneel at the door, kiss their boots, and change their boots. This has become a ritual. The boots that are taken off must be wiped clean with leather oil as soon as possible, and then hung up after air drying to avoid leaving wrinkles. If the boots are taken off, they need to be put on one of my arms first. There are many boots whose shafts are longer than my arms, so they cannot be wiped clean. I didn't understand it at the beginning. After wiping it with a wet rag, the boots were seriously deformed. For this reason, I was often whipped. The cowhide whip as thick as my thumb was used at home. I could only use a medium-length whip. Occasionally, I had to go to the roof to have a long whip. In the past few years, the mistress was very good at whipping, and the panting and glowing face was regarded as fitness. Sometimes when they are tired, they will go directly into the house and sit on the sofa, put their legs around my neck, and let me clean their boots directly. This is actually easier to operate. They only need to slowly wipe from the boot shaft to the top of the feet. Sometimes I joke that the sound of cleaning the boots is crackling, which is a bit like giving them a bath. Before she finished speaking, the hostess's boot sole was slapped towards her, and a boot sole mark appeared on her face. Sister Du is okay and rarely takes the initiative to punish me, but I am afraid that she will complain. If she complains, it will be disrespectful to my aunt, and the punishment will be doubled. We have communicated that the pleasure boot slaves give them is more of a psychological sense of superiority. For boot slaves, the master's legs cannot be easily obtained. Feeling the warmth of the master's legs indirectly through the boots is also a kind of psychological compensation. The hostess said that seeing boots is like seeing a person, and you must do all the courtesy to the hostess in front of the boots. A boot slave is a slave to the boots. Only by being loyal to the master's boots can he be loyal to the soles of the master's feet. ,

3. The heroine’s hand, which is wearing a wedding ring, is holding her lover’s penis. When I was still abroad, the hostess told me: "I have a lover." I didn't believe it, it couldn't be that fast. Facts have proved that your daughter-in-law is being stared at by countless men. If you don’t cherish her, others will. After some time, she sent me a message saying, "I slept with him." I didn't believe it, and half a minute later she sent me a photo of her hand holding her lover's penis. I didn't want to believe it, but I clearly recognized the wedding ring on her hand. I asked shamelessly: "Why is it that such a small penis can feel good?" She replied: "I just finished ejaculating and it went soft." I asked: "Are you wearing a condom?" She replied: "Does it matter whether you wear a condom or not? You are a cuckold." I imagined the scene of their love. , then the voice came, with the laziness of having just finished making love, and said: "How are you feeling now? Are you angry?" I made a crying face and replied: "Thank you for letting me have sex, my master." She sent a haha-like voice, and I heard the echo of the lover next to me. Our love started from holding hands, with warm palms, and clasped fingers with deep affection, and we will never break up. When we get married, we kneel under these hands, kiss them, and slowly put on the wedding ring to show the world that I love you very much, that I own you, and that you will belong to me from now on. Many years later, these loving hands held another man's genitals and performed reproductive affairs with her. The genitals were usually hidden under a man's crotch and were not easily taken out unless we had sex. The wedding ring that had witnessed our marriage once again witnessed another man entering my wife, announcing the fall of this incompetent man like you. This is the pleasure of being betrayed.

4. Condoms for cuckolds. After the showdown with me, the hostess contacted me less and less frequently. Every time she finished talking about children and family matters, she would just hang up. When she was in a good mood, she would send me some photos of them after having sex. I knew she was busy dating, so she didn't say anything. Once, she sent me a nude photo, lying on the bed with her lover's semen on her belly button. I asked him why he didn't wear a condom, and she said, "We are only responsible for pleasure, and it is your responsibility to buy condoms." Since then, I would regularly travel thousands of miles abroad to buy condoms for her online. I bought them in different styles, including ultra-thin ones, mint ones, and prickly ones. Purchase in quantities that you would use one per day. In this way, the hostess will occasionally tell me that there is not enough. I was very curious as to why one sex a day was not enough. She said that she and the male protagonist may not have sex every day, but they might have sex several times once. The male protagonist has a strong passion for fucking other wives. So I knelt down and begged the mistress, if she could keep the condom for me after sex and wait for me to worship it when I return home. The hostess said: "By the time you return to China, it will have gone bad long ago." Finally, I persuaded the hostess and she agreed to freeze it for me. When I returned to China six months later, there was a box full of more than 100 condoms. After thawing, the semen had turned into liquid. The mistress asked me to tilt my head upward and wait. She untied the knotted condom for me, poured the semen into my mouth, and asked me to take it. She said: "In addition to semen, there is also passion."

5. Serving the host and hostess for the first time. By this stage, I had become extremely humble, and I had already accepted the fact that the mistress was being fucked by the man. The last straw that broke the camel's back was to see with my own eyes the man's glans completely disappearing into the woman's vagina.

A fellow fan added me and said that a Li Gui appeared on the forum and copied my article, asking me to take a look.

In fact, although I don't post anymore, I often go to the forum, so I have discovered this Li Gui a long time ago (there seems to be more than one). I don't care if they copy my article. Since I have written it, I am not afraid of being copied. I don't work hard to type in order to get some reward. But I still feel it is necessary to state that since it is Li Gui, he must be here to obtain short-term benefits, so his contribution and popularity are definitely not as high as mine (commates with higher qualifications than me do not bother to do these small tricks). Please pay attention. If they talk about money, their true nature will definitely be exposed.

Some colleagues asked me why the article was castrated. Let me answer it here. It’s not castrated, but it’s finished.

In addition, the mistress has set a task for me this year, to write another cuckold novel and continue to serialize it in the forum. The mistress and I have already touched on the plot and will start writing it when I have time. The hostess attaches great importance to the plot and prefers to read comments from fans. This may be because after so many years, the hostess has developed a hobby of teasing men's hearts. He likes to see any small changes in men under her teasing.

If I write this again, it will be purely obscene. Any similarity is purely coincidental.

Some friends asked me a few questions, and I will answer them together today:

1. What does the hostess think of my relationship with Sister Du? Will she be jealous?

The answer is definitely not jealous. Because it was precisely because of the instigation of the mistress that I became Sister Du's foot slave. Sister Du once worried that such an incestuous relationship would get out of control in the future. What did the heroine say, "He has no blood relationship with you, and he has no relationship with me as husband and wife, but we trust each other, so why not let him serve you." Think about it, isn't this logic correct? Of course, I am now remarried to the mistress, but no one cares about the habits I have developed over the years. Almost every night, the mistress and Sister Du watch TV on the sofa, and I kneel at the feet of the two mistresses and lick their feet. It has become the norm. Even the hostess agreed to let me have sex with Sister Du, but Sister Du never broke through the last hurdle.

2. The most unforgettable scene of serving a husband and wife

There are many unforgettable scenes, and it is difficult to mention them to the last word, because every picture and every sentence has an impact on the soul and will never be numb.

Let me pick a paragraph: When I really accepted the fact that my mistress had cheated on me, the mistress finally arranged for me to have sex with her for the first time at my begging.

After waiting for the husband and wife to take a bath, the male protagonist was naked, with erect genitals, lying on the bed waiting, while the female protagonist was putting on makeup and dressed up in a black leather queen outfit. The two of them seemed to treat me like air and let me kneel there

I struggled internally for a long time, then I knelt at the male lead's feet and said to him: "Dad, your glans is so beautiful, please give me a blowjob."

The male protagonist refused lightly: "You are not qualified. Your mother will lick me later." I heard the hostess sneer next to me.

Here are two points that baptized my servility: (1) It was the first time that I knelt in front of a man and begged to lick his genitals, and the man was about to penetrate my wife (we were not divorced at the time). When I said such words, looking at my wife's lover's genitals showing off in front of me, I felt that no one in the world was more humble than me. A trace of regret flashed in my heart, and then I felt completely relaxed. (2) The hostess’s sneer. I didn't communicate with the hostess beforehand that I wanted to lick the male host's genitals, although both of us knew in our hearts that this was a high probability event. But I couldn't help but want to beg the male protagonist, so that the female protagonist could truly recognize my servility, so these few sneers seemed to bring an end to our past relationship.

The male protagonist said: "Crawl over here and hold my foot." I crawled over and said, "The man is on the left and the woman is on the right. Dad, can you use the left foot?"

The male protagonist said: "Okay". He extended his left foot to me, put his right foot on my shoulder, and ordered: "Hold it and take a good look at my foot."

The male protagonist's feet are about size 42, and the toes are quite slender and thick. I held them with both hands and put my face directly on the soles of the male protagonist's feet, through the gaps between his toes. I saw that he was proudly admiring my performance.

After two or three minutes, the heroine came over wearing high heels, leaned next to the hero, stepped on my penis with one foot, and said, "His dick is so hard. It seems that he still has ideas. He must lock it up next time."

The male protagonist asked me: "Looking at my feet, how do you feel now?"

It was very embarrassing to reply to these words under the gaze of the mistress, but I kept doing it and said: "Dad, your feet are the slave's heaven, and the slave will be well protected under your feet."

The hostess laughed loudly after hearing this and said, "You are so mean, besides."

I said: "Dad, please give my mother happiness. I can't repay you as a slave. I am willing to kneel at your feet and be a slave for the rest of my life. I have no second thoughts and will never be able to turn over."

The male host said to the hostess: "Miaomiao, your husband always talks about these useless things at home."

The hostess said: "No, it's just talk without practicing tricks."

The male protagonist said: "To be more practical, didn't you see that the skin on my heels is a little bit dead?"

I suddenly understood and quickly said: "My slave has bad eyesight, please forgive me, daddy." Then I tried to please the mistress: "Mom, I licked daddy's feet to make them comfortable. Don't worry, I won't bite your sweetheart." This made the mistress laugh.

I wrapped my lips around the master's heel, scraped the dead skin on his soles with my teeth, and swallowed it into my stomach.

While licking the feet, I watched the husband and wife slowly embrace each other. The male owner untied the female owner's leather corset, and the female owner's two breasts flowed out and were kneaded in the male owner's hands.

At this time, the hostess said: "Husband, he peeked."

The male host said: "You have already cheated on your wife, and you still don't let him see it. If you let him see it, he will be so determined."

The hostess said: "It's too cheap for him."

After saying that, the hostess tore off two pieces of Durex from the side, waved them in front of my eyes, "Ultra-thin ones," ordered, and closed my eyes.

I closed my eyes, and she spread two pieces of Durex on my eyelids, stuck them with transparent glue, and said, "Try opening your eyes."

I tried, but although I could open my eyes, I couldn't see anything due to the blindness.

"Husband, I cast a spell and the bitch's eyes were sealed with contraception."

This is the second plot that shocked me. The mistress has integrated sex and training, and knows the special meaning of condoms. In addition to being used for sex, it can also be used as a training tool, adding a lot of cuckold colors.

Under the command of the male master, I took off the mistress's high heels, took off her fishnet stockings, and licked the mistress's feet.

The hostess's feet were a little warm and moist, maybe she was too excited, and she was actually sweating. But the foot was my favorite. They were kissing on top, and I was licking and licking below. Suddenly the mistress pulled her foot back, and then I felt her foot step heavily on the back of my head, forcing my head to the ground. She said: "Lick it later. I want to eat my husband's cock. You can be my footrest for a while."

I felt a sound like eating a lollipop coming from the top of my head, a very loving sound. Sometimes I was kissing, and sometimes I was sucking. I could imagine the glans of the male master being shiny. This glans would be inserted into my wife's body in the near future. The mistress's vagina must be wet now and ready to cater to the male master's genitals.

The mistress's feet stepped hard on my head, leaving me no room to move. I could only participate in their sexual intercourse as a footpad through the rhythmic vibrations from the mistress's soft soles.

And this jade foot that I had worshiped and cherished for many years trampled my self-esteem to pieces, sealed me to the ground, and humbly welcomed the final release of the husband and wife.

Ignore my bulging belly, it is the result of long hours of hard work in front of the computer.

Last weekend, in order to escape the heat, I went to the beach with my hostess, Sister Du, and my second son. Unexpectedly, just after we left, Beijing became cold and cold for two days, and we were exposed to the sun for two days at the beach.

The hostess has been struggling to lose weight after giving birth and is still a little fat. Recently, she has been busy working out to lose weight because the host and Rachel will return to China to visit relatives during the Dragon Boat Festival.

We have already planned that I + the hostess + Sister Du will be slaves, serving the male master and Rachel.

Sister Du has never understood why the hostess is willing to do sex to the male host. She has been trying to figure out this mentality, so we asked her to be realistic for once, and Sister Du readily accepted it. As long as SM breaks through for the first time, there is basically no bottom line in the future.

The first thing we discussed was that Sister Du would serve the male host, and the hostess and I would serve Rachel. But the male host could not accept Sister Du serving her no matter what. After all, he had been his son-in-law for several years, and he felt that he could not let go. Sister Du didn't express her position, thinking that everything was fine.

Rachel said she could accept it. Since she was a slave, there should be no distinction between men, women, old and young. Under her feet, everyone should be a slave and treated equally.

The final decision was that I would serve the male master, and Sister Du would serve Rachel. The hostess would serve the male master during the foot licking session, and Rachel would be served during the sex session. After the male master ejaculated, Rachel would decide whether to use a dildo to penetrate Sister Du based on her physical strength. The hostess and I would lick Sister Du's feet separately.

Last time I heard that there was Li Gui, I reported that guy and got some rewards from the moderator. I don’t know if that guy has been banned. In short, there will definitely be profitable things like Li Gui 2, Li Gui 3, and Li Gui 4. The cost of crime is too low.

Many friends are urging me to update. First of all, I am too busy. I have to go home every day with all kinds of trivial matters, and I am also very tired. I also have to take the family to play on weekends. I have no time to write. Every time I want to write, I feel lazy. Moreover, due to the recent demolition of our hometown, our neighbors have invaded our land and have to go to court, which is also a troublesome thing. Our neighbors think that we are rich and powerful in Beijing, which is not a reason for usurpation, so we have to play with them.

Tiredness returns to tiredness, troubles return to troubles, SM is indispensable in life. The Dragon Boat Festival party may not be as exciting as everyone thought due to various reasons, but what should happen still happened...

Finally, to answer a question from a friend, I use the same forum account as the hostess. What does she think of me finding other queens?

Answer: (1) When I looked for other queens, it was all pre-marriage behavior. She didn’t know it at first. Later, after I guided her to understand SM, she understood that it was two different concepts from “making love”, so she understood and forgave me for my pre-marriage behavior. (2) After marriage, she did not agree with me looking for a queen, because she is my queen. (3) After she married the male master, she allowed me to go to the queen because she could not train me regularly. However, for hygiene reasons, I could only play foot licking and binding projects, and when I went to train, I had to wear the CB6000. When many queens trained me, they thought it was worn by me. In fact, it was not true~~ I didn’t have the key. (4) Later, Sister Du joined us, and I had a long-term queen, so I would not go out to find the queen.