Ms. Zhao

Chapter 1 Ms. Zhao in the National Group

It seems that after lurking in the local chat group for a long time, the initial fun has faded. The group can no longer serve as a place for proper communication. Everyone fawns over a frequently active member, S, and flattery has become the norm. Even the slightest mention of anything negative about S is met with resistance and suppression. Isn't there a place where one can have a real conversation? The local chat group is full of show-offs, fantasizers, and all kinds of men and women, making it chaotic. I just want to have a proper chat; why does it have to be all about 'meeting in person' as the ultimate goal? So I turned my attention to national groups. On a friend's recommendation, I joined a national group where real communication was possible. There are all sorts of men and women there. The group owner is an elderly wealthy woman settled in Australia, and she is relatively knowledgeable and cultured. I also often share my experiences with training, and gradually, everyone has gotten to know me, the chatterbox, to some extent.

I have never wanted to use the national group as a stepping stone to achieve any special purpose. After all, I’m a homebody who can’t even be bothered to step out of my front door. If it weren’t for training, I wouldn’t mind staying at home all year round. There is also a woman in the group who is as active as I am. Her speech is somewhat crisp, without that lofty attitude. She often talks about her happy life with her private slave. Whenever I am always curious whether private slaves really exist, some of her words and statements can more or less stimulate my nerves.

Eloquent and high-quality speech, rich life experience, occasionally posting some photos without showing her face, mostly of legs, feet, and clothing. Although she is not the loli type I like, there seems to be an invisible thread pulling me towards her. I began to look forward every day to her messages in the group. I enjoy hearing about her various experiences; someone like me, an M who is not interested in seeing her face, is really rare. When my intentions are pure enough, I am added to her friend list. That devout, almost bootlicking verification message gives her no reason to reject me.

She must have noticed me too, because the role of Dragon King in the group is always rotated between us. If an M wants to attract S's attention through words and performance, then what does her behavior count as? Welfare girl, female Bodhisattva, pure sharing. The former is too suitable for young girls; she definitely isn't. Later, when discussing topics related to her with the group owner, she said most of her experiences were just bragging; such idealized training and integrating life into such a good thing never happened. The group owner often participates in some foreign SM club events. Maybe in her wealthy woman's eyes, she wouldn't be interested in any domestic girl. The group owner and several friendly S members in the group strongly dislike my comments about paid Ss. They believe SM is full of emotion, and if money is involved, it will inevitably lose its inherent soul. I strongly agree with this view, but in today's busy life, who can calm down and slowly build a relationship with an S? Becoming her private slave is extremely difficult. So, you need a beautiful shell, good skills, and the ability to find channels for S. Paid SM has become the necessary path for us to achieve our goals. The group owner and I always part on bad terms due to various disagreements.

Group chats are often held in groups, like tone chats, with several men and women in chat rooms, women assigning tasks, either male M or female M completing them. The process is mostly SP, and the repeated slapping sounds don't really interest me. In my view, their non-face-to-face fantasies are meaningless. She shares my view; she never participates in so-called online group chats, but instead enthusiastically shares bits and pieces of her and her private slave, and the descriptions often get your blood pumping. Sometimes I really want to click to become her private slave, but I know that's impossible. I don't know what she calls me, because the photo looks like Japanese singer Aimer, so let's call her Ms. Zhao for now.

Not just me, she also seemed to have become a thorn in the side of the friendship-dominant women. In their eyes, having such a happy family intertwined with SM emotions was truly remarkable. Why say it's a happy family? I only found out during a private chat with her. The 'private slave' she mentioned wasn't anyone else—it was her husband. He was highly educated, having graduated from either Tsinghua or Peking University; she even showed me his diploma. I don’t know why, but the things she told me and showed me were incredibly convincing. According to her, she met her private slave a long time ago through an SM forum. Since they were in the same city, they eventually met in person, and somehow ended up marrying. Currently, they have a son and a daughter, which seems impossible to outsiders. Most of the wife-master and husband-slave relationships I know of don’t have children; the so-called marital relationship is just a persona and doesn’t integrate into real-life chores and daily life. The group owner told me that Ms. Zhao has a fairly high savings, comparable to her savings abroad. As for how the group owner knew this, I have no idea. Ms. Zhao has two peculiar hobbies: one is discussing history—she’s a prominent user on Zhihu and has written many highly rated comments on historical topics; the other is especially enjoying bargain hunting. She uses software like PDD, which ordinary people look down on, with great enthusiasm. To me, PDD seems designed for the poor, yet she always finds things she wants to buy there. In her own words, the pleasure is not in actually buying things but in the thrill of bargain hunting. As for what she buys, it’s nothing more than some snacks or SM tools. She often posts similar links in the group, which is also one of the main reasons for the breakdown of her relationship with the group owner. The group owner thought, why would a well-off, highly educated woman in a science and engineering career always seek small advantages, especially trivial gains that wealthy people wouldn’t even bother with? The two of them had a huge difference in their worldviews. Therefore, during occasional group chats, the group owner would confront Ms. Zhao. At first, Ms. Zhao resisted, but gradually, she stopped responding. After repeatedly asking, Ms. Zhao told me that the group owner’s marriage was unhappy and lacked normal sexual relationships, so she could only seek like-minded people in SM clubs and online to gain emotional comfort. Regarding herself, it was definitely a mix of admiration and jealousy. I greatly admire Ms. Zhao’s mindset—neither servile nor arrogant. I carefully studied her outfit choices in her photos. Despite being over 40, she dresses like a young girl, and because her figure is quite good, she occasionally posts JK or schoolgirl-style lingerie, which attracts most of the submissives in the group. Ms. Zhao told me that many people usually add her, but they all seem to be on a different level, so she completely disabled temporary chats and turned on friend request rejection. She did not expect me to seek her consent via email, so she unusually allowed me to become one of her friends.

The opportunities for me to chat privately with Ms. Zhao gradually increased. The reason was absurd: when I was lavishly sharing my training experiences in the group, she was the only one who replied to me. And when she was sharing her own experiences training submissives in the group, I was the only one who engaged with her. This stage seemed to be suitable only for the two of us. I also noticed that as long as we were talking, the group would fall completely silent. Most people would only exchange casual words and kill time after the two of us had completely quieted down. Those uninteresting chat contents made me lose any motivation to scroll through the messages, so I decided to mark Ms. Zhao as a special focus. I like listening to her talk, even though she rarely sends voice messages. I like looking at her photos, even though her outfits might not be nearly as elaborate as a paid S's. But somehow, I feel that she is the true queen. The vivid training experiences she describes are so real. As someone who writes frequently, I can tell what is true and what is false. If all of this were fabricated just to please a wide audience of Ms, it would surely be full of flaws.

She occasionally criticized me for hiring paid S, believing money should be spent more than on S. I told her that SM was like a poison eroding me, and I kept developing resistance. That feeling of being new and tired of the old made it impossible for me to be interested in any particular S. Ms. Zhao was somewhat approachable during conversation, and occasionally would humiliate me like a female S, which I found very appreciated. She told me that she used to practice with some M who fantasized about him but never met her. What kind of practice was that? Ms. Zhao said that language is the soul of training. Once the language barrier is passed, a husband can remain in a master-slave relationship for a long time. Her husband sees that every time she trains her, she is a brand new person. This is one of the secrets to keeping this passion endless. So, this kind of masochistic tone became a daily routine for her. She told me there were many masochists, and after a few insults, she would cum all over the place. She would even send her photos of masturbation, but she didn't mind, because if she hadn't started a normal family, she would have become the top queen at some SM club. She often joked about herself like this, but she cherished her current family and two children very much, so she just played around online and definitely wouldn't be realistic. In her view, by constantly improving and refining her speech and language skills through communication with all kinds of Ms, and then using her as her private slave, she could achieve pretty good results. At this point, her eyes even lit up. In her eyes, SM was a game that truly sparked her interest, a game that brought her pleasure. And what did I gain from all this? It was probably just a kind of fantasy about her words and actions, just like most Ms. But it was very addictive. Even those invisible, intangible sensations always made me arouse and fall between her words.

She buys trendy toys for home use, which I find completely unimaginable. After a long time of contact and understanding, I roughly understand her personal preferences. She really likes oral sex, SP, pedaling, boots, even holy water and gold. Later, I realized it wasn't exactly like liking, but rather not rejecting because her husband's personal traits were there, so she occasionally went along with him to play with certain things. Whenever we talked about the details, she always felt we weren't that close and didn't want to tell me so much, parting on bad terms. But I always wanted to extract more from her to become material for my fantasies.

One day, she started complaining to me aggressively. The content was simple: she always spoke with a masochistic tone, and after ejaculating, she would ignore her. This happened many times, and she felt like she was being used as a tool. I patiently guided her, and through this process, I gained experience with her tone of voice. She told me that this online M had followed her for a long time, insisting every day that she would be her private slave. But Ms. Zhao thought that was impossible. Mental private slaves were fine, but she liked being manipulated by her in all sorts of ways. She kept complaining to me about his infidelity. I smiled online and tried to accommodate her. It seems that ultimately, women always have some kind of possessiveness, even if it's a long-distance, invisible M, not sparing. But since then, Ms. Zhao has never mentioned online research again. She said it was just a hobby and never took a cent from M. Just for this alone, I really feel she's enjoying the game.

Recently, she's become obsessed with Twitter. She's very interested in ATM slaves, while I scoff at it. I don't really want to talk about this topic with her. The reason is simple: I think ATMs and tribute services are things only internet beggars do. But she firmly stated that tribute itself is a process of worship, and maybe some M will really feel pleasure from being a tribute. She wants to find someone to give it a try. The partner is undoubtedly her husband. A week later, she happily told me I was especially interesting. She recounted the whole process in detail. Since we're family, her husband keeps giving her money, so for her, the money doesn't flow to outsiders. The romance between husband and wife is understandable. After that, we didn't chat for a long time. Maybe I was too busy with work, and she also appeared less online during that period. Watching her profile picture fade away, I felt a bit disappointed.

Then suddenly one day, the group was disbanded. The group owner created a new group but didn’t invite her. So I privately messaged Ms. Zhao and asked, 'Do you know the group owner created a new group? They didn’t add you in? I thought your relationship was still pretty good.' But as time went on, even someone like me, whom the group owner disliked, was added, yet her presence still hadn’t appeared. One day, I finally couldn’t hold back and started a private chat with the group owner. 'The girl who used to make the group most active, why do you refuse to add her?' 'Haven’t you noticed, whenever she speaks, the other girls don’t say anything? Also, I really hate it when she mentions Pinduoduo; it makes me feel it’s very vulgar and disgusting.' So it turns out, it was just the group owner’s unilateral decision not to add her. In my view, this reason is quite ridiculous. The group owner said she disrupted the so-called SM ecology in the group, but in my view, it’s just that when she spoke, no other girl could take a higher perspective than her. Those who only know how to use a belt or other things on themselves—how could they be considered an S?

I quietly left the group and sent Ms. Zhao the content of my communication with the group leader. Ms. Zhao was very upset; she once thought that she, being part of the S group with rich experience and also scornful of charging for services, shouldn't be considered an outlier. Fortunately, with her high level of education, she adjusted quickly. She joined someone else's national group again, but she never made long posts there anymore. Most of the fun I got from hanging out in the group came from her, and this gradually made me lose interest in climbing floors.

The turning point came quickly. I always thought there might be nothing between us, but I kept hoping something would happen. One day, on a whim, she chatted with me a lot. She told my father-in-law and mother-in-law that they had taken the child away. She and her husband had a wild time at home for a week, until he lost his impotence. For the first time, she told me many details. So it was only then that I learned they had been married for over ten years, but their sex was very few. The reason was that they met through SM and didn't like it. Her husband's pleasure came from her sadistic process, which of course ended with ejaculation, while she achieved her climax through licking or sexual tools as her private slave husband. She told me she bought lace eye masks, and every time she played, she either wore that queen's mask for herself or put it on her husband. Her exact words were: "From mutual affection to union, no matter how you do it, your feelings will be smoothed out by the daily grinds of family. So I hope that during our game, he can treat me as a stranger queen, and the mask happens to be the best prop." She sent me a flash of her stomping on my husband, "He took great care of my shoes with thick liquid, see?" Three seconds of flash photos were nowhere near enough, but in that instant, that resonant sensation made my lower body rock hard. I begged her to post more, and she posted a few more photos of her barefoot, black stockings, yoga pants, and white socks—just ordinary photos, not even filtered or beautified. Even without showing her face, this feeling made me wild. I took off my pants alone in my room, but each three seconds of flash shots made me unable to keep moving at all. I wanted more, I wanted to see more, I begged her hysterically, and then I climaxed.

"How can you be as shameless as my private slave, asking for something so shameless? I just wanted to share it with you, but you keep asking like this. Do you deserve it? Do you deserve to look at my feet and shoes?" "I...... I'm not worthy of ......," "You're just a stray dog. I treat you as someone to confide in because you're usually refined and knowledgeable. The way you act makes me want to stomp your foot twice, you know," "I know, but I don't know why. The moment I see your photos, they feel so real, as if I'm being trained." "Are you fantasizing about me?" "You really don't deserve it." She interrupted our chat, and I stared blankly at the screen, while my lower body, lacking the source of stimulation, slowly went soft. There were so many black stockings and high heels online, but I never reacted to them. Still, I felt as if I was bewitched by the photos she posted. 1 minute...... 2 minutes, she stopped responding to me, and I was disappointed, ready to pull up my pants. But QQ lit up again. I quickly grabbed my phone, "Here's your reward, 3 seconds of cum and take a photo for me to see." I got hard right then. You know, she has a basic tone, so I didn't dare open the photo. Three seconds, only three seconds. Three seconds for me couldn't come. I kept stroking my just softened cock, imagining a face I'd never seen before. Just as I was about to the edge, I opened the photo. Her fair feet were stepping on the already ejaculated cock. I could tell she was pressing hard. Because the ejaculation had already been stepped on and dented in, the semen on the chair flowed down the surface, looking thick and thick. This was the first time I'd seen a man ejaculate without feeling repulsed. I believed it must be because of her influence. I came, and it was a complete mess. At that moment, I seemed to clear my mind. I wiped my hands and snapped a photo with my phone. "Three seconds?" "So useless, if I throw in a dozen photos, are you going to die at home? Hahaha," I seized the momentum, "...... I...... Can I call you master? "No, I only have my private slave, and you just happen to be one of my many online search subjects." "You know, I just saw your flash pic, I even wanted to lean in and lick the thing your husband ejaculated under your feet," "Why are you so filthy? I remember you're not interested in cuckolding couples or anything like that." "I don't know either, maybe I just saw your feet and it felt too real......", "You can't call me master, but you can call me goddess. I like that kind of title~ Since you like it so much, lick what you ejaculate and swallow, I want you to show me the picture." This high-pressure feeling of being assigned a task made my cock itch nonstop. I completely ignored the fishy smell of my thing, dipped my finger in it, licked it down, swallowed it, and sent her a photo. Of course, to protect my privacy, I didn't show my face. This brief online buzz excited me and made me even more fascinated with her.

Ms. Zhao didn't give me any more feedback I had hoped for, saying she was sleepy and wanted to lie down and enjoy her husband's oral care, telling me not to disturb her. She then cut off all contact, slowly drying my genitals, fantasizing about serving her as her husband. For some reason, I had no reaction to my own wife at all, but with someone else's, my hormones exploded and I was able to immerse myself in the role of her husband. Suddenly, I felt that what I had just done was quite silly, but also very satisfying.

After that incident, I suddenly became busy for a while, so I didn’t talk to her for several days. For someone who was used to being pampered, she naturally wouldn’t initiate a conversation with me either. When I had some free time, I searched for her avatar on QQ, wanting to ask how she was doing, but I dishearteningly found that it was gone—just gone. She had probably deleted me… What is this inexplicable feeling… I wasn’t willing to give up and desperately tried to add her, but she completely ignored me. So I sent her an email again, expressing my confusion. Hours later, she finally replied, 'Do you know what I hate the most? You disappear after ejaculating, treating me like a tool? I am disgusted by people who use others like this.' I quickly explained that it was because I was busy with work, but for Ms. Zhao, who was furious, it was all just excuses. I persisted in sending her emails every day, speaking nicely. After a week, I slowly won her over. I hysterically told her that without her, watching any videos or seeking a dominatrix felt like chewing chili. Eventually, she added me back, saying, 'You clearly know the reason I refused online play the last time, yet you are again crossing my bottom line.' To me, it was a very brief online interaction, but after all, I ejaculated—I satisfied myself through her. I apologized profusely and promised that no matter how busy I am in the future, I will never neglect to check in on her.

"What, you don't even call me 'goddess' anymore? Are you trying to exploit me?" I panicked as soon as I heard that. She wouldn't want to play findom with me, would she? Could this be a scam? From what I've known her for months, she wouldn't. But ...... "What, aren't you allowed to squeeze you as a goddess?" Is there someone nearby? "No...... No one, I'm home alone," "I've been watching a lot of ATM content on Twitter lately, I want to try using you." I fell silent, not knowing how to reply. At least this thing should have a pre-story, right...... Is this really how it should start?

When it actually started, it was incredibly addictive. It turns out that affection really develops in this process. My red envelopes are all 0.5 yuan, and 50 cents aren't many. Her language was coarse and explicit, completely not the words of a well-educated S. But at that moment, it was very appreciated. Later, during their conversation, she said, "When you actually start playing games, you don't have to be so gentle and refined. I'm a female S. The rougher and more basic the language, it will awaken the most primal things in your heart. My husband and I often play like this, sometimes saying things like 'die the whole family,' but this whole family includes myself as well." So I can't curse myself, but the harsher I curse him, the more shameless he becomes. He sticks out his tongue for me to step on, and I think if you're truly an M, then the same method would work on you too. Sure enough, you're all the same slut—the only difference is he's my certified private slave, while you're just a wild dog you can toy with and discard wherever you want. "That day, we had a great time. I once again performed for her by devouring my own semen. Of course, this was under her coercion. I knew it tasted bad, but for the first time, I realized that language art is such a powerful thing, allowing the self on the other side of the screen to release its true nature in such a way."

Chapter 2: Past Marriage Affairs and Gold

Ms. Zhao seems to have become fond of communicating with me. From time to time, she would send one or two flashes, whether it was the neck glistening with sweat after a workout, leggings soaked with sweat, or her feet in long boots. Although these were only parts of her body, each time I opened them, I felt like I had discovered a treasure. She enjoyed being attended to by her private servant, and the next day, she would always share with me the small details she had been trained in. Of course, occasionally we would also talk about history or discounted products, but I think that is unrelated to the theme of the article, so I won't go into it here.

Actually, I was more curious about what her family situation was really like, so after persistent coaxing, she finally told me about her and her husband's experiences. She has probably always been a girl who appears soft on the outside but is strong on the inside. On the surface, she looked meek and easy to bully, and in middle school, she even became a target of bullying. Perhaps this planted a small seed in her heart, making her determined to strive and study hard to get back at these people. Sounds a lot like a certain Korean drama plot, doesn’t it? In reality, bullying in China is not as severe as in Japan or Korea. Having flourished in both career and love, she had long forgotten the girls who bullied her as a child. She is fascinated by Wu Zetian and stories of historical powerful women. She believes that controlling others is different from bullying—it requires a form of spiritual domination and physical reverence. She doesn't remember exactly when she first got involved with SM, but she told me that as soon as she saw even the slightest bit of content related to SM, she knew this was her stage. She ravenously downloaded SM videos from the internet, mostly Western films at that time. She found Japanese videos mostly disgusting; she thought the true origins of whipping and punishment were earlier in the West. Although I don’t agree with her view on this, as I believe those blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigners don’t fit my aesthetic. Then she sent me a few videos she liked, and they really looked impressive—truly playing with SM. Whether it was punishment or humiliation, it all seemed so skillfully done.

When I asked why she didn't become an offline queen, she replied calmly. First, she wasn't really short of money, but no one dislikes money—she was no exception. Yet she always treated it as a game. In her view, making money from this was no different from being a hostess. Her attitude toward SM was so positive that I was amazed. Second, she was genuinely socially anxious. Although online talked about it with great insight, in reality, she felt her chest was especially small and felt inferior. She once sent me flashy photos of her in clothes, and she really looked like an A cup. She was bothered by this, but fortunately, she was slim and looked quite small, so when she worked out, many men approached her. Whenever someone added her on WeChat, she would panic and run away. She told me she really wanted to take off her shoes and stomp on the heads of these muscular men. She really hated hitting on them, but the real reason was probably fear. She was sinking deeper and deeper into the quagmire of SM. Like me, she liked browsing forums, but she visited her former home, while I was browsing the world of female leads. She liked writing articles and sharing her achievements in SM. Because she was a woman, she gained countless followers on forums. Among them, a man from the same city always quietly followed her, and they shared common interests during private chats. The first meeting was just for a meal. Later, since they were about the same age, the man had a decent income, a solid appearance, and a humble, refined character, which made her heart flutter as an S. A science woman paired with an engineering man—shouldn't they be a perfect match? It started out as dating and dating, but gradually before marriage, some shallow training activities mixed in, like horseback riding, whipping, and foot fetishism. She was especially satisfied with her feet because they looked really good. Sometimes she would send me one or two flashy photos of her wearing white socks, which made me almost bleed.

Nowadays, they spend a day or two each week waiting for their child to fall asleep before playing SM games. What she loves most is to share everything with everyone the next day, including the process, how the submissive behaves, her own state, and so on. After all, it's online, and she candidly tells everyone about experiencing the 'Miao Tide' experience with those so-called 'S' members. She says no matter how comfortable a private slave's tongue is, in the end, it's not the same minute as the instant squirt vibrates. She told me that girls also have a sage mode, not the kind in the film where they can climax endlessly. After climaxing, all they want is sleep, just to have something to rely on. At that moment, her private slave reverts to her husband's identity. She feels this kind of life is very comfortable, enjoyable, and free.

After having a child with her husband, Ms. Zhao completely cut off sexual activity. She felt that as an M, she had no right to use her filthy lower body to touch the queen's body, even during marriage. During sex, men have a strong masculine urge to possess you. If that urge exceeds worship of the queen, then such relationships and status cease to exist. Since she stopped joining the group, fewer people listened to her nagging. Her strong desire to share, when there was no audience, was a huge blow to her. Although I always told her she could confide in me and was happy to listen to her training process, she thought I was a stray dog. She preferred listening to a crowd of people, not just me.

Following up on last time about intonation, I sent red envelopes one by one, a sentence at a time, sending about 40 or so in a row. Since the amounts of money weren't large, I didn't feel any reluctance. That feeling of throwing money and getting scolded is really addictive. It was from that moment that I began to understand this thing called findom. However, I wouldn't go online to be a big sucker; hundreds or thousands in tribute already exceeds my spending capacity.

When I followed her task and swallowed all my semen again, she was satisfied and returned all the red envelopes I had sent. She didn't care about the amount or opened the red envelopes. She thought it made no difference to her, whether I gave 50 cents or 100 yuan each. She had her own salary and wouldn't rely on it to support herself; she was just enjoying the process. A weight lifted from my heart. At least I wasn't deceived. Actually, I'm not good at refusing others. When female S ask for money, I always feel very awkward. I wonder how you have the face to ask for something. If I didn't give anything and you want to train me for free, would you agree? One reason is that most S don't put themselves in others' shoes and just keep demanding. Such S will end up on my blacklist

Ms. Zhao and I spend one or two days a week discussing the training she's experienced again. One day, she mysteriously told me, "I sent you photos of you eating your own semen and showed me your private slave!" My first reaction was...... He's not cuckolded, wouldn't he be rejected~" Why don't you ask me how he reacted? "But I'm more curious if he would reject it. If it's me, this would be a disguised affair with my wife." "I told him before that I occasionally do online research, and I even shared my chat records about me as I went online. He told me that the more I watched, the harder I gotten." "So he doesn't have the potential to be cuckolded, right?" "Of course not. As someone who has been an S for so many years, I'm pretty sure of this. A so-called green hat is about wanting his wife to be possessed, insulted, or even raped. But he can't stand it and can't tolerate that. He said if any man treated me like this, he wouldn't hesitate to beat him to death. Whenever he said this, I actually felt like a little girl." But I won't show it in front of her. Hurry up, hurry up, ask me how he's reacting." "Then, how will your private slave react?" "Hahaha, he looked at me with a worried face and said, 'You don't want me to eat your own too, do you? Haha, I scared him that day. His submissiveness probably isn't as deep as yours. If I let him eat my own, he'd definitely be disgusted in all sorts of ways. He won't resist me, but he's definitely not as cheeky as you are, eating every last bit. By the way, I'm just looking at the photo of you eating it. So cheeky.' "Eating so much." She would tease me from time to time, seemingly talking about her husband, but actually watching my own reaction. As she spoke, she would send me a few flashy photos of her tormenting her husband. She was very good at keeping privacy. I only heard her voice when I was grabbing voice messages for red envelopes before. It was deep and low-key, not delicate but not coarse, just standard. She always showed me flash photos, each lasting only three seconds. She evenly smeared what her husband had ejaculated all over his face, grinning as she said her husband held his breath the whole time, saying he didn't want to smell the fishy smell of her semen. But she just wanted to tease him.

Ms. Zhao is someone who suffers from menstrual pain. During the week of her period, she can be quite quiet. She says that she lies down in pain and doesn't want to get up, not even wanting to take care of her children. I said, 'You already have two kids, and you’re still so absorbed in this game.' I have never felt this way about my own wife. She always tries to get me to guide my wife into being an S, but I know that every family's situation is different. She is naturally an S, and her husband is naturally an M; the two of them clicked instantly without needing to adjust to each other, but I can’t do that. My wife is just an ordinary person, and I can't imagine treating her as an S—I wouldn't even be able to get an erection. So I’m rather wary of her suggesting that I lead my wife to be an S. However, whenever I praise her as a model of a wife-dominant and husband-submissive relationship within the circle, she starts going on and on about development techniques again.

We still mostly chatted. Only when certain situations were appropriate would she use her tone. But tone tends to fade; if your language is unusually consistent every time, you'll gradually lose interest. However, she's a very studious. We often share our favorite videos, and she's saved many first-person humiliating videos, most of which have become material for me to cast spells when bored. She's a pleasure type—she wants someone to serve her anytime, anywhere. Sometimes, when she's in the mood at noon, she'll book an hourly room outside, having her husband drive over and talk to her. In her words, that refreshing feeling at work in the afternoon is wonderful. But after the climax, isn't she just sleeping? I interrupted her like a spoiler. She said she was someone who couldn't live without sex, but she just didn't feel the internal orgasm. She never liked that domineering, possessive feeling during penetration. In her view, oral sex is true service, but sex is not. Everyone understands things differently. I remember S also told me that during sex, the partner is used as a sexual tool, so this should also be considered a form of service. Sometimes our values clashed. She would criticize the videos I sent her for being vulgar and lacking in artistry. Most of the time, it was just replays of nude live streams I had posted. She scoffed at the live streams and told me these women never get pleasure from training; they only care about money. I agreed, and then Ms. Zhao would talk at length about her soaked panties during the training room, which made me feel restless. If it had been a voice message, I would have immediately sent her a strobe on the spot. I enjoyed the stories she brought me every week, which became the thing I looked forward to most every week.

Ms. Zhao's biggest hobby is fitness. She works while sitting in an office, but often after 3 p.m., she skips to work out. Although socially anxious, no girl would oppose the gaze men give her a projected projection. She told me that her slim skin is mainly because she eats little; she doesn't need much cardio to maintain her current figure. As she spoke, she sent me flashy photos of her squats. Those round, slender buttocks might have made me sit on my butt until I was sitting, but the sweat-soaked, moist feeling always made me fascinate with wandering thoughts. Whenever I found paid S services, I would tell her about my training experience. To my surprise, she didn't mind disgusting activities like Golden Entertainment, but she couldn't accept things like the four loves or vomiting. She responded to me seriously, told me she wanted to try gold too, but for the sake of the private slave's health, she didn't know how to do it.

The smart her always comes up with plans. One morning, she excitedly told me to guess what she played with her husband yesterday. Since I had a meeting that day, I replied to her perfunctorily. But when I saw the word 'gold,' I ran out of my not-so-important meeting place and started chatting with her in the bathroom. 'Why did you suddenly think of playing gold?' 'Isn't it because of your influence? Listening to you talk about playing with this and that every day, I also think gold should be the highest level, but having my husband use it, I still can't accept it mentally.' So it was to trick me, huh? I was a little disappointed. 'But I still want to play, so I came up with a plan,' I was already staring at the screen, waiting for her to describe it in her vivid way.

"Yesterday was my sister-in-law's birthday. My private servant and I didn't have time, so we had our parents bring the two kids to my aunt's house. How could we waste such a long time? As soon as the kids left, my husband cheekily hugged my feet and asked if he could train me today. Last time my parents came over, we hadn't played for a week. I rubbed my cotton socks against his lower body, and the effect was immediate. What, it's only been a week and you can't take it anymore? If I weren't a female S, would you be like those people online going out to play with paid S? He just smiled foolishly. I knew she wouldn't dare, but he just wanted to tease him, but at first he didn't really think about playing gold. He knelt in front of the sofa, took the initiative to fetch water to wash my feet, and scrubbed the callus from my feet. His attentive attitude moved me a little, but once I saw he was my husband, I couldn't help but feel something was off. I made him wear an eye mask, so at least he looked like a stranger. Blocking his vision gave him more room to imagine. When wiping his feet, he couldn't help but hold my feet and start licking them. I slapped him twice, but in reality, I hadn't played for a week. The moment I covered his eyes, my underwear got wet. Yes, I'm just that sensitive woman," she continued to talk nonstop, and I listened very attentively. "I used my foot to move the foot basin away, hooked his head over and leaned in. He panted heavily and sniffed my crotch, saying I smelled especially good down there. I change my underwear every day, so there was hardly any smell. He was trying to please me. In just one week, he's become this dirty. During the day, he takes care of you and a few kids at home, but at night he doesn't even take the initiative to serve me. Do you think you're competent?" "But my parents are here, I'm afraid the noise will be too loud." "I just want your parents to hear your horny voices, to hear their seven-foot man licking his wife's crotch with big mouths. That will definitely make them think they've had a good son." "When we play games, we don't avoid mentioning each other's parents because we can tell the difference between games and reality. In reality, I respect my mother-in-law and father-in-law very much, and my husband understands this well. So when I humiliate him and bring my parents along, he never says anything. Sometimes, his cock just thrusts and says it all." Look at him with his eyes covered, sniffing my crotch while gently stroking my long legs. He says he especially likes my legs, and they are very long and small. But I preferred wearing bulky boots to step on him, on his dog head, on his hands kneeling on the ground, on his erect cock resting on the coffee table. I don't know how many times I'd stepped on his cock and made him cum. Maybe the soles of his shoes were his destination—my vagina. Sorry, he'll spend his whole life touching it with his mouth."

Ms. Zhao's words left my mouth dry, and I couldn't help but touch my lower body in the bathroom. "Goddess, can you send a voice message to ......?" "No, can you listen? If you want to listen, don't interrupt me." I obediently suppressed my thoughts and continued listening to how things unfolded. "Did you know? When I took off my leggings and underwear, they were so wet inside I couldn't even recognize it. Those days were just after my period, probably ovulation. My discharge was especially heavy. Although it wasn't as pure white as when I was younger, it was milky and sticky, making me want to rub my face against it. I pulled my husband's hair and let him suck the fresh discharge I had just secreted with his mouth. This wasn't harmful to the body. Compared to urine and other issues, my body was very healthy. I was confident in myself, and I kept teasing him in his ear, pushing it to the brink of excitement." "I spent so much time working out during the day. Do you know how many men with eight-pack abs tried to chat up me, but I ignored him. Sometimes I ran into handsome guys, and I also dripped, but I just squeezed my body tightly because I knew what I was leaking could only be fed to my private slave. Come on, Mom saved it for you, lick it well." "Back then, I'd spread my knees and lean against the sofa, while my husband would kneel there, everything dark before him. He used the scent to find the entrance to my lower body and carefully cleaned me inside and out. Oh, and I especially love having my anus licked. Even though it's not a genital, I just like it." 在这点上我非常认同，就我口舌过的女孩子来说，喜欢舔肛的不在少数，且大多都是30+熟女的年龄，那些刚刚成熟的18+小女孩，冷淡的几率比较高，更不用说舔肛可能给她们带来的快感了。

Ms. Zhao typed in long passages, and all I could do was listen. "I lifted my hips slightly, and his extended tongue could reach my anus. I thought it might be a bit darker than the skin around me, but it wasn't unsightly. I would hold a mirror in one hand and watch my husband seriously lick the place where I pooped under me. The fluid flowing from my genitals would flow continuously onto his tongue due to gravity. He enjoyed it thoroughly, letting out soft, restless breaths from his throat. His beard pricked me a little, but it also made me even more excited. My threshold was already very high because of the use of toys, so if I licked for less than an hour, I wouldn't climax." He used all kinds of movements—kneeling, sitting sideways, even tilting his head back to me to lick. This gave me a huge visual stimulation. In my eyes, he was no longer my husband, just a filthy dog submitting to me. I liked how he licked me so hard—it was so erotic. My husband was also thin, and when he was lying up, I could clearly see the lines of his abdomen. Although it wasn't as good as gym places, it was the most visible and tangible person. Although I had always been reserved, his smooth tongue had long memorized my sensitive spots. That licking, no less than a tool, made my body rise wave after wave, but it was always just a tiny step away from climax. I would occasionally interrupt his rhythm to give me a little buffer. It was rare for us to spend time together, and I didn't want it to end so quickly. As she spoke, I carefully stroked my already hard cock while reading the text. “女神，听你讲这些我真的硬得不行，我就在单位的洗手间里，我好想撸”，“你怕是已经开始撸管了吧，我不介意，你可以撸，只要你能接受厕所那个环境就行，但是我没讲完之前，你不许射出来”她没有给我回应，继续的开始描绘着。

"Maybe I ate too much tonight, or maybe my digestion hasn't been good these past few days. Suddenly, I really need to use the bathroom. I'm so annoyed, I'm on the verge of climax...... I wasn't willing to give up, but my stomach hurt. Annoyed, I sat up straight and slapped him, leaving him stuck. Get lost, Master is going to the bathroom. He thought I was asking for holy water, so he quickly brought his mouth close. I pushed him away with my foot, told him I needed to poop, and asked him to carry me to the bathroom. Sitting on his back, I felt like I was riding a horse—so carefree—but the pain in my stomach made me squeeze my just pleasure-filled anus tightly, afraid I'd be on him the next second. Actually, my private slave has never mentioned gold to me, but I know he likes it. He has a habit of categorizing SM videos, which is just like your hobby. So I guess gold gives him some stimulation. And in that instant, I remembered you told me you played with the paid girl S playing with gold, and suddenly had a mischievous idea," "You wouldn't just feed him directly, would you?", "Of course not, that's how primitive people do it. I sat on the toilet and relieved myself a lot. Those long, strip-like gold piles up in the toilet smelled really bad." My husband was kneeling not far in front of me. I asked if he smelled good. He shook his head first, then nodded. Seeing how cheeky he was, I slapped him again. Is it good or not? I even think it smells bad." "Nice smell, nice smell. Everything about the master smells good." "I don't like this kind of flattering tone; it doesn't come from the heart. I was a bit angry. Sincerity and indifference can't be covered by words. I didn't want other queens to make me tell me why they smell good." I stood up and wiped my butt, just about to press the button, but seeing how cheeky my husband was, I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed his hair and dragged it to the toilet. "You lie face down like this, I'll go change." I quickly ran out of the bathroom, put on a leather tight suit, high-heeled boots, and a mask, then ran back to tear off his blindfold. At that moment, I really wanted to humiliate him. Seeing me like this, he turned around and knelt down, wanting to lick my boots. But that's not the topic today. I just wanted to use this outfit to make his lust a bit more, like the effects of that RS drug. I won't go into detail about the mask. Wearing this will make him temporarily forget that I am his wife. This sense of unfamiliarity can soften the affection between husband and wife, which works very well. I pressed his head into the toilet, and not far from his nose was the large amount of feces I had just emptied. His body shrank back slightly, perhaps afraid his face would get on it. "Don't worry, master just wants you to smell it today, take a big whiff, so you know how lowly your status is at home. Did you think that after getting married, I wouldn't see you as my S anymore? You are still my slave, you can never escape my control. Now you have fallen to the point of smelling my shit. Do you believe me if I made you eat it all?" I was extremely excited to hear this, the excitement surpassing Ms. Zhao's typing speed. "Did he eat it? How did he eat it? Didn't it make him feel nauseous or want to vomit?" I wanted to know the result as soon as possible. The long "is typing..." message made my imagination run wild.

"Of course I won't let him eat. He's my husband after all, and I won't do anything that would harm his body. I tried hard to step on his head with my boots, but he just wouldn't bury his face deeply. I wasn't as strong as he was. I couldn't argue with him, so I straightened up and ordered him to lie on his face, then use the tip of my boot from behind to slap his testicles. He cried out in pain, "Are you soft? Is your kick soft? If you feel soft, bury your head in and suck a few more times. That's your aphrodisiac." "Go smell it," he obediently said. Sure enough, he crawled over to sniff. After a while, when I squatted down to touch his dog-like cock, it was indeed hard again. So I thought if I forced him to eat, he would definitely be able to swallow it. So I let my husband stroke my golden penis. A week passed, and I figured he was frustrated too. I grabbed his hair, pressing and humiliating him. Hearing him moan nonstop, I found it noisy, so I stuffed my underwear into his mouth—after all, if it got dirty, he'd wash it himself. Amid my cursing, he ejaculated all over the floor. The fishy smell blended with the golden smell in the room, but it wasn't pleasant.

他贤者了，可是我并不想放过他，毕竟我还没有高潮，我冲了水，打开窗户呼吸了几口新鲜空气，让他跪在床边帮我捏脚，看着时间也差不多了，孩子快回来了，我就拿出秒潮在他跟前自慰，果然不到几分钟我就高了，结束还不忘羞辱他说他舔了一个小时还不如一台机器的几分钟，真没用。话说你还在撸么？有没有撸射。实际上我忍住了，毕竟是在洗手间，而且文字本身差点意思，可我还是骗她说我射了，很幸运她今天没有逼我拍自己吃自己精液的照片，要不真的没法交代了。

Afterwards, she told me that the taste of gold still affected the game experience too much. Although she said this, she herself had played with been wrap gold once; the principle was not to let her husband actually touch her. It was clearly the most ordinary kind of training for a paid S, but when she described it in detail, it still felt very intense.

Chapter 3: Two Years of Daily Online Chats

This long, back-and-forth way of chatting between us lasted for more than two years, yet each time the experiences we shared with each other were always slightly different from before. Occasionally, I would also talk to her about life matters. I suspected that I had told her too much of my private life because we were both people from the internet, so I didn’t consider it too much, and she was the same. Sometimes she would complain to me about her mother-in-law or other things. But in areas where she is stronger than me, she is truly a mentally strong woman; she doesn’t just complain like other women. She has her own way of solving problems, and her thinking is very clear. I was always curious, since we both have children, why her time always seems so abundant and well-managed. Ms. Zhao’s response was that she is able to keep her home in perfect order, her mother-in-law and she respect each other and cooperate in handling household matters, and her child, needless to say, is very obedient. All the points of happiness for the family seem to be concentrated in her, and although it sounds a bit unreal, I firmly believe that it is all true.

I recalled that the group owner once told me not to completely believe what Ms. Zhao says. In her view, what she describes is not something that can be realized in a family because the master-wife, slave-husband dynamic is itself an ideal state. But whenever Ms. Zhao earnestly told me about her training experiences, they seemed so vivid. "The air conditioner in the gym broke today, and my yoga pants are drenched. Good thing the underwear is seamless, otherwise it would be really embarrassing. Even my feet, which usually don't sweat much, felt very stuffy. I noticed my cotton socks have pilled, so I specially put them in a bag and just went home barefoot," "Your feet really don’t sweat, that's great, but I can't believe there's someone whose feet don’t sweat," "If you don't believe it, look." She casually sent over a quick photo, half of the socks off, with tiny pilled spots on them, and the areas where toes and soles had pressed slightly discolored. Those small white feet, though marked by the passage of time, really make one want to nibble on them. "Goddess, you have trained me so well that now I can understand everything in a photo in just three seconds," 'Very good, but you need to keep training. Only when you can shoot in three seconds will you truly achieve success,' 'This is too hard, I'm not even premature, and even premature ejaculation doesn't last just three seconds, right?' 'Even if you're not premature, I will train you to be premature.' I sent an unwilling expression, 'What, you don't want to?' "Yes, yes... thank you for the goddess's flashy photo," 'That dog tricked me into sending a photo again' ahahaha, I sent over a smiling emoji. A photo visible for only three seconds isn't even an aphrodisiac for me; it's better than nothing for chatting.

She also goes through the daily grind of life, occasionally posting photos of the ribs or soup she cooked herself. 'Do you have to flaunt even this? Are you afraid I'll come over to eat through the photo?' 'I've just gotten used to it, what's the matter?' Sometimes, she still carries a touch of girlish mischief, but she won't let me catch that feeling easily; in the next moment, she immediately conceals it. She still likes feeling superior.

Whenever people mentioned the fact that her age didn't match her appearance, she was very happy. She knew that this was indeed how she looked in reality. She unabashedly changed her online name to 'Forty-One-Year-Old Aunt.' 'Doing this will make all your fans leave,' someone said. 'I don’t care about that at all. Anyway, when I go out with my daughter, people always take me for her sister,' she replied. 'I don’t believe it. 'Little Auntie' is about right, but 'sister' is a bit exaggerated since you are already forty-one.' 'You're asking for a beating~' 'But you can't hit me, haha.' Their banter was just a light touch, far from the boost in hormones and dopamine that meeting in real life would bring. 'There are so many wealthy women in our neighborhood, lots of women my age, all taking great care of themselves. Do you want to see?' I nodded. She often took photos of these so-called young ladies while strolling in the neighborhood, never using a flash. 'You don’t care about privacy when posting other people’s photos, huh?' 'Of course not, it’s not me anyway.' I analyzed the environment of her neighborhood through the photos, almost like a criminal, but I never mentioned it to her. She was sensitive and cautious, and I couldn’t let this rare benefit disappear carelessly. Those real photos of young married women, whether in terms of clothing or temperament, are all superior; 'Are the ones you sent me really people of your age?' "Of course, their kids are even older than mine. What do you think? Women shouldn't be fat, not tanned, and must take care of themselves. Pay attention to these three points to stay fresh." "Why haven't I heard you talk much about you and your private slave lately? Haven't you been training at all?" "He provoked me." "Ah, he still dares to make you angry~", "That day we had a semen extraction game. He was the one who suggested it, said he wanted to ejaculate ten times, and I satisfied him. But aside from screaming like a cow being slaughtered, I couldn't get hard for a whole week." I really suspect he's ruined by playing with him," "You won't really make him finish ten times, will he?", "Of course not. We're all the same age, and men at this age are even worse. Just four times, and the fluid he came out was clear prostate fluid. He begged desperately, and only then did I stop. For a moment, I felt sorry for him. Being played with like this by me would give you much more freedom, finding all kinds of S guys. What a wild dog." How did she manage to shift the topic to me?" But I have to spend money to find S, and you're free." "I have to pay too. His salary card and everything are here, and I control his pocket money." "But you're family, and the money is flowing through yourselves, it won't leak out. I'm different," "So instead of asking you to train your wife, why not teach you how to train her?" "No need, she's my weak spot." She knew I didn't like talking about this topic, so she didn't press me further. “那天以后让我老公缓了一周，可是这一周我怎么玩他都勃不起来，总说累，如果下周这样，我准备带他去医院看看了”，“你是怎么弄射的，用手么？”，“第一次是马丁长靴，她把鸡鸡放在茶几上我踩射的，第二次我换了说平跟，因为她说靴子的底儿太硬了，中间大概缓冲了半个小时，多亏我那种健身房的原味，我捂在他鼻子上的时候，他硬的很快，我告诉她那是我健身完直接封存起来就是留给他的，他就反应特别的大，第三次就是穿丝袜拉，这次相对困难些，我足了很久很久，腿都酸了，或许足交是你们男M喜欢的，但对女S来说就和刑罚一样，要不是我想着这样能瘦瘦小腿，我早就放弃了，至于最后一次，我没有给他太多的休息时间，那时候他已经不太想玩了，可自己说的十次，自己就要负责。我把它之前射出来的脏弄西弄在我内裤的内衬上，套在了他脸上，内裤上还有一根我的阴毛，卷曲的。 His little had just begun to get slightly erect, and my hand sensed it. I didn't use much force, but slowly, slowly, let him finish one last time. The fluid that came out was as clear as water, yet still sticky. I knew he couldn't finish anything anymore. The exhaustion he showed made me lose the desire to continue. Maybe I played too hard that day, which is why I couldn't get hard for two weeks. Hmph, anyway, I don't need that thing. I have my own toys, and I'll wait until he's exhausted and falls asleep. I took off my pants and masturbated in front of his face. My moans woke him up. He was a bit impatient. I didn't like his attitude, but the feeling of climaxing on his face was really thrilling, like a male ejaculation on a woman, you know?" "But can a woman actually cum?" "Of course not. It's a structural issue. Something will come out, but not much. I just dipped my finger in, wet it, and stuffed it into his mouth to stir it up, making him completely sleepy. Seeing his resentful expression, I finally fell asleep satisfied."

Most of the time, I envy their lifestyle. When SM truly becomes a spice in life rather than a burden, it's very friendly for older men who have been married for years. But I still feel that kind of thing won't happen to me, just like you can't fantasize about your own mother or sisters. These ethical and moral issues still can't be broken through for me. Ms. Zhao rarely plays findom games with me anymore. She feels that every thing has its own threshold. If you play too much and exceed that threshold, you no longer feel like playing games. So she keeps learning, mastering all kinds of phrases and vulgar language of humiliation. She has collected many first-person training videos to study. In my view, an S who can wholeheartedly do something is what every M dreams of.

"I hit him today," "Is it a physical hit?" "Yes, he's been there for three weeks, and his little brother is still weak. I don't care, it's his problem." We agreed that after his parents took the two kids away on Thursday, we'd have fun together. I also told him to rest well and recharge, but even after I dressed up properly, he still looked so exhausted. I didn't want him to pretend to be calm just to please me. In a fit of anger, I beat him up hard. I whipped him so badly he crawled all over the room. I like that kind of feedback; I don't like him lying there dumbfounded and motionless. Only resistance makes it more interesting. Or why did ancient emperors prefer shooting running animals with bows instead of standing at stationary targets? His shoulders, back, calves, and ankles were all marked red by my slaps. When I finally took off his pants to check, although they weren't hard, the area around his mouth was indeed sticky and slippery—a bit of a achievement. I chased him all over the house, and with the hard hits, I was left gasping for breath. "When do you ever want to be whipped by the goddess just like that?" "Don't fantasize about me, you're wild, you're not worthy. Charge your S to train you," "But being teased by them really doesn't feel that way. Gradually, this transactional training is getting boring. The only thing that sparks my interest is the golden holy water." "I don't care, that's your own business. I have no obligation to guarantee anything. To put it bluntly, you're just a trash can, a trash bin for me to complain about. You're only fit to be that, understand?" "Bah," with her, I can get nothing. Maybe a few days of a flash photo would satisfy me—same feet, different boots, different socks. It might not make me instantly hard, but I still hold fantasies about the real her.

Chapter 4 Fan Dinners and Exceptions

"Goddess, you're really outstanding, but I think you're still missing out. If you hadn't married, maybe you'd already become a well-known domestic female S." One day, she was in a great mood, and I slickly chatted with her about this topic. "I also think my skills should easily outshine most domestic S. I've watched their so-called training videos, and they're really, really average, soulless." I believe that. For someone like her, who has watched countless films, language and skills go without saying, and having an M to practice with every day is effortless. "Have you ever thought about training anyone other than your husband in real life?" "No...... Never. When it comes to loyalty, I demand my husband to be loyal enough, so I can't double the standard and let myself go free. If the wife-husband-slave really reaches that state, breaking up isn't far off." She was right. The few so-called cuckolds or married wife-mistress-husband-slave I've seen in the circle all become superficial and inwardly distant after enjoying the pleasures of SM. Among them is the well-known S from our Xi'an circle. I won't name names here, but I might offend people. For a few local couples in Xi'an, the most normal situation is that the husband isn't looking for someone else, but they fantasize in the group every day, showing no interest in their so-called wife master, or because they've had children, their skin has worsened, their bodies have gained weight, and so on. As I've said before, women are absolutely dominant in this game. If you don't find ways to change yourself, no matter how strong your submissiveness is, like love, it will eventually be worn down one day. I thought of Xiaoya's certain ex-ex-ex-boyfriend, who drank her 'holy water' for nearly a year, and finally chose to break up when one day he could no longer drink this bitter and astringent holy water. So in my view, this kind of relationship won't last long.

But Ms. Zhao shattered this notion of mine. They are happy. Life inevitably has bumps and setbacks. She told me that whenever she occasionally makes a mistake, she also admits it to her husband. She said she is not someone who is stubbornly unreasonable and that when she is wrong, she is wrong. Home is a place for reason. Then, in the next second, she would tell me about this grievance. She would make her husband fully repay it in the next training session. Essentially, it hasn’t changed, ha, women.

I rarely see Ms. Zhao act particularly girly; her temperament and education don't allow it. She has maximized the combination of outward softness and inner strength. Occasionally, when she's driving and can't reply to messages in time, she will send voice messages, and I save them all as if they were treasures. Through her voice, I imagine her photos and compare them with her words, and I can fully masturbate in bed. This is even more effective than watching porn.

Ms. Zhao told me that she has quite a lot of fans online, some added her on Zhihu, and some joined because they worshipped her when she talked endlessly about her experiences in training; I fall into the second category. I remember something interesting: she talked at great length about SM matters with a Zhihu fan, leaving him completely confused. When she realized this mix-up, she didn’t hesitate to delete that man. Those few days, she was extremely scared, afraid that he might post their chat history on Zhihu. Perhaps he still retained some remaining rationality, so he didn’t do it. That’s when she realized how terrifying it is to show the other side of yourself to normal people. It wasn’t just social death; it was a negation of all her previous achievements, and her image would no longer look glamorous because of it. During those days, I comforted her every day. As a woman, she also has a weak side. A month later, she found that she hadn't faced the threat she had imagined and returned to her original self.

"'You have so many fans, doesn't anyone really want to meet you?' 'Of course, there are many, many, but I rejected them all. Sometimes my husband would say, 'Go meet them, there are a lot of people who sincerely want to see you, not with the intention of being trained.' I harshly rebuked him and asked, 'Are you cuckold? If you are, I can cuckold you a hundred times.' He silently stopped talking. However, my husband is very smart; he would bring up the topic again when I was in a good mood. Once, on my birthday—because my birthday on QQ is my real birthday, after all I don't care if others know my real age—on that day, a fan who had added me in a group came to Changsha and insisted on taking me and my husband out for dinner. I refused outright, but my husband said, 'You are too socially anxious. Not everyone is the way you imagine. They also have status and position in society, and at least they are kind-hearted. If all idols acted like you, then there would be no fans in real life.' Anyway, for some reason, he convinced me that day. I also thought, since someone likes me, and my husband doesn't object, and won't do anything inappropriate, it's fine to meet them. So we arranged to meet in a private room that wasn't too noisy." 'And then? And then?' I eagerly awaited the continuation of the story. "Then we met and had a meal together. Across from me was a teacher in the humanities and social sciences, wearing black-rimmed glasses, very refined and cultured, with not an ounce of mercenary smell on him. The three of us chatted happily at the table. Despite being my fan, he talked with my husband with great enthusiasm, which even made me a bit jealous. In front of the outsider, I glared at my husband, and he immediately understood and obediently shut his mouth. After that, I felt that meeting strangers wasn't such a scary thing. Perhaps having my worthless husband right next to me made me lose that nervousness. I'm someone who intends to be a famous queen without getting married, so how could a mere visitor intimidate me?" When Ms. Zhao told me this, my expression was a consistent auntie-like smile; this girl even became a bit tsundere.

"That day, the three of us chatted until very late. That fan said he really admired me, and even when sleeping with his own wife or giving me a kiss, all he could think about was my private slave serving me. We chatted about SM in the simplest language at the dinner table, without any shyness. That's what they call talking with someone who understands always has plenty of topics to talk about. We had a good time chatting and even had a little drink. I usually don't drink, but later I called a designated driver to go home. When leaving, the guy insisted on paying, but I insisted on splitting the bill. He couldn't argue with me, and that day was really enjoyable. When I got home, I felt so bad I wanted to throw up. Maybe because I usually don't drink, I rushed straight to the bathroom and started vomiting. My husband showed concern for him by bringing warm water and tissues. Looking at his gentle nature, I immediately had the urge to rape him. Without wiping my mouth, I kissed him. The alcohol startled him, but he didn't pull away. His body rarely touched mine. That day, to see my fans, I put on makeup and sprayed perfume. With my baby face, I looked younger than usual. Hehe, this was something my fan told me afterward—no woman wouldn't want to hear compliments. My mouth was dry, and I just hoped she'd keep talking to me.

"My husband rubbed his body against me, and I reacted quickly. He reacted even more than I did. Didn't they say men can't be made up after drinking? That must be a lie. He pressed something hard against my lower abdomen. What does he want? Is he trying to overthrow this unequal status? Of course I disagreed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slipped my hand into his crotch, and grabbed his balls. "What's wrong? What are you trying to do? Didn't you say you can't get an erection? What's going on today? Why are you so hard?" "Honey...... No, Master, you're especially charming today. The scent on you, and the feeling of you getting close to me, leaning against me, kissing me—for some reason, I got an erection immediately." Yes, we haven't had normal sex for over ten years. This wasn't a short time. Others might not believe it. This twisted game made me lose interest in normal sex, but tonight, for some reason, I wanted to make an exception and let him in. He was dressed in a shirt and dragged into the bedroom by me. Yes, I was so anxious I couldn't even rinse off the vomit left in my mouth. I knew this would be the best flirt for the rest of the time. I pressed him down, pinning him onto the bed. Yes, I was just that proactive. This is the kind of state an S should have, not lying there with a man pressing down on me. His burning lower body seemed ready to melt my hand. I slowly held her balls, feeling the erect thing throbbing with each beat. I tore open his shirt, and the frantic movement knocked off two buttons. I pressed down on top of him and kissed him forcefully. I slowly pushed the lingering filth from his mouth into his mouth. He whimpered, maybe the sourness of the vomit mixed with alcohol made him uncomfortable, but I didn't care. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pressing our bodies tightly against his. How long had it been since we last had such skin-to-skin intimacy? I only touched his lower body with my foot, and every time it was like this. I didn't allow him to touch anything else. But today was different. Desperately, almost frantically, I scratched his chest with my nails, choking his neck. My high heels had already been kicked aside, and the other was tossed onto the bed. My thin yet strong black stocking-clad legs rubbed against his body, making a rustling sound. He held me even tighter, gasping for breath like a beast in heat. My mouth never left his. I wildly swept every thick skin inside his mouth with my tongue. I stretched out my tongue, letting him suck on me, tasting the taste of my saliva. I started unbuckling his belt. He wanted to do it himself, but I pulled his hand away. I wanted to tear him apart, wanting to tear him apart. Usually, his scent seemed to encourage me, as if he no longer felt like a stinky man. His whole body was like a burned sweet potato. I pinched his breasts, and he screamed in pain, but my mouth pressed against him. I pressed one hand down his neck from behind. I wanted him to experience the feeling of suffocation. I stuck out my tongue, licking his lips, earlobes, chin, and the beard on his chin, but I didn't care at all.

My husband's tip started to seep with water, and that sticky feeling was all too familiar to me. I whispered in his ear, "Want to fuck me? Want to fuck your queen?" He didn't agree, wanting but not daring to say, "Go ahead, do you want to or not......" He nodded tremblingly, and I slapped him hard. "Miss you, damn it, I'm the only one fucking you, got it?" I held his member, several times thicker than before, and stuffed it into my body. The sensation I hadn't experienced in ten years made me feel full. I almost forgot what it felt like to have sex. Having worked out for years and having a C-section, my vagina hadn't become very loose—it was still tight, squeezing him so tightly he cried out. He couldn't put it into words, only dryly bouncing in his mouth, "Feels good...... Feels good...... Master...... Fuck me...... "So good," "Damn, so filthy," I spat on his face, slapping him while moving my body up and down, moving from gentle to fierce. I felt that tight thing pulsing inside me, stimulating every nerve densely packed above my inner wall. Actually, I wasn't uncomfortable at all. That feeling of growing inside me made me tense all over, and my husband's cock became huge, huge. I bit his shoulder and earlobe, and quietly asked him why he was so excited today—was it just because I met a stranger? If so, maybe I should meet a few more men in the future. I was worried he really had some cheating potential, so I kept testing him. The answer was yes. He told me that when I talked about SM topics without limits with other men, it really excited him. "Pfft, you're a pervert." But don't worry, I won't cheat on you. From now on, whenever I dig into other people's things online, I'll read them aloud to you. As for you, just take good care of me. Did you hear me? Do you know how many people online want to lick your wife's feet? The feet that have been stepped on and ejaculated countless times, your semen is nowhere near enough to moisten me. My insults can make them excited to masturbate through the screen. If each of you shoots once, my feet will become smoother and fairer. As I spoke, I could feel his breathing grow heavier and his heartbeat quicken. I pressed his hands to his sides, caressing my small breasts that pulsed on him. The sensation of friction made the fluids inside me seep continuously from the point of union. What a waste, you know? That's when I thought of you. If you were here, I'd make sure you licked all these things clean." "Yes...... Are you talking about me, goddess?" She suddenly gave me this move. Already hard, I couldn't help but start fingering the text on the screen. I really wished she would tell me everything by voice, but a reserved woman definitely couldn't do it.

That day was their long-awaited sex after so many years, and afterwards, the two slept soundly until dawn. When they woke up in the morning, her husband's softened cock was wrapped in a milky white, already dried membrane. The moment Ms. Zhao woke up, she straddled her husband's face and urinated all the urine she'd held all night into his mouth. "I don't know why, but I just feel like he's possessing me. I'm really upset, and I want to get back at him in this way. He didn't dare refuse and drank every drop of it. That was my morning urine, it must be extremely bitter. He's my private slave, so I have to endure it like this." That time was really great for both of us, but I still couldn't get interested in sex, or maybe my emotional environment was too bad to let my husband take advantage. That day, I happily stewed pork ribs for him to help him nourish himself. "Ms. Zhao casually tossed me a photo of the ribs, but I wasn't in the mood to look at that. Since then, I've felt that if I get the chance, I must go find her. But I don't know when such an opportunity will come

After this, Ms. Zhao's sex life did not increase just because of that one time; they continued to have their once-a-week sessions, consistent with her XP. Later, I analyzed that the reason that instance was abrupt might have been the appearance of a third man, which became the fuse. Even with SM as a form of spice, their life would tend toward monotony. This explains why after she had intensely abused her husband that one time, he could not achieve an erection for as long as three weeks. Feeling that things should not remain unchanged, even someone as clever as her is affected in the same way. This is why she continues to learn and update her knowledge base, all for the purpose of making the life bound by SM more enjoyable.

"Don't talk nonsense. We're connected by more than just SM. We have two children, and when conditions don't allow it, we still bring them to class, cook, and do other things. When the gaps in life are filled with these trivial matters, there's no room to think about this." "But Goddess, you still maintain the once-a-week frequency; that hasn't changed at all." "I said I can't live without sex; I can't survive without it." "I don't think this is called sex, because there's no real closeness or contact." "That's where you're completely wrong. As long as I achieve x's pleasure in different ways, that counts as sex. Some things don't necessarily require contact to be satisfying. Otherwise, think carefully about the texts I send you—if they make you climax just by imagining it, is that sex or not?" She was right. No matter the method or the activity, as long as the result is the same, it's the same.

Chapter 5: Raising Dogs and Dog Cages

One day, panting heavily, she told me she had taken over raising a large dog, apparently an Alaskan Malamute. Her friend was going abroad but couldn't bear to entrust it to someone else. Her home was big, and since her two kids loved it, she moved in with the cage and the dog. So the variety of flashy photos I could admire was another kind—a dog. She told me this dog was especially beautiful. Besides being a bit old, its coat was very smooth and it was very attractive. It was said they paid a high price to buy it at the time. Her tasks included watching the child, cooking, and daily routines, but now she added another task: walking the dog. At first, it was still novel, and she enthusiastically took the dog out for walks with the child every day. But over time, she realized she simply didn't have enough time to care for four creatures, and sometimes had to squeeze out the only enjoyable time she had to do dog walking. "I think only people with a strong sense of responsibility can keep a dog. Unlike me, I feel like I'm going to give up halfway. It's really tough. When I pull it around in the yard, I'm afraid it might bite or scare other kids," "This kind of dog is very docile," "No matter how docile it is, it's still an animal. It has sides we can't see." Somehow, our conversation turned to a certain movie. The protagonist's female S had M lick her teddy dog's genitals. Although the actress's looks and clothing were quite ordinary, it deeply touched my nerves. "I can't imagine some S would make an M lick a dog's genitals," "Isn't it thrilling? I was excited watching that video for days," "I just can't understand. First of all, animal genitals aren't aesthetically pleasing, and there could be parasites. Even if M really licked them, the dog wouldn't express it through words." "But I could feel that the female Teddy was actually enjoying it—motionless, moaning in pleasure." "Do you imagine getting hard if you were in a pig's mouth?" "Don't you find it disgusting?", "I feel like if the person guiding the pig to do this is a female S, maybe I'd get hard", "You're such a pervert, I'm realizing you're getting harder", "I've noticed too, I feel like golden holy water and such no longer satisfy me, although I think this is already the highest level among all the options in SM," "If even golden holy water can't satisfy you, isn't that a good chance to quit?", "Do you think it's okay?" I feel like I am a natural M; this thing can’t be quit at all. I kept saying I would quit the scene, and held out for more than half a year, but as soon as there was a small opportunity to undergo a little bit of training, it would spiral out of control, leading to making appointments with several Ss in a row. “Well, your addiction really is quite strong. What kind of videos have you been watching recently?” Ms. Zhao seemed to want to get some new material from me again. “Mostly husband-and-wife dominants, like that Shenzhen couple, Capricorn couple, things like that.” “Isn’t there also a couple dominant from Shandong?” “I have seen it, but I think they are too unaesthetic. The man keeps making noises throughout the video. The husband-and-wife dominants I can accept must not have a man making any sounds.” “You understand it the same way I do. I think for husband-and-wife dominants, it’s mainly about serving the sex acts, like licking the genitals, assisting during sex, adding intimacy, and so on. In reality, this game is very subtle because, for an M, the husband in the husband-and-wife dominant scenario is just a prop, and for the husband in the scenario, serving their male M is even a prop among props. Only the female S has a clear, vivid role in this game.” I think Ms. Zhao is right; her understanding of the concept of female dominance and male submission has already reached a higher level.

She tried asking me to watch a few, but the feedback after watching wasn't very good. "I think most couples nowadays are purely focused on making money. These films really have no value to appreciate," Ms. Zhao lamented. "I think it's okay. At least during the training, when the female S bosses the male M to serve them, it's quite exciting. But the men really can't speak, that's my bottom line," "You've degenerated, going from a toilet slave who likes to eat and drink urine into a fake green hat," "I think there's a big difference between being the husband and wife and being a cuckold. I really dislike a green hat," "Hahaha, I know, because you wouldn't let your wife serve another man. That would be male-dominated, violating the essence of female superiority and male inferiority. On this point, your thoughts are exactly the same as my husband's." By the way, he really likes looking at my chat history with you guys right now. You don't mind, right~" After thinking about it, I didn't say anything particularly outrageous. Besides, she had no idea what kind of person or what the person on the screen looked like. Although Ms. Zhao protected her privacy well, I wasn't bad either. Every time I sent her photos of "handing in homework," I would blur the background well and never show my face. She never asked what I looked like. In her words, the face is the first thing a person sees, like a spoiler for a movie. Not knowing often leads to the most interesting part. If we knew what the other looked like, we probably wouldn't have talked so much. This sentence will be proven much later.

Ms. Zhao said she wasn't exactly a beauty, but her figure and youthful appearance definitely attracted her peers. She had a rare mature and mature womanly vibe, even a killer of young fresh meat. "There's a kid who often talks SM with me," "What a young friend," "Probably a post-2000s," "He's grown up now, you don't need to feel too guilty," "I always feel like he's a kid in front of me. Just a few words from me make him rock hard. It's really interesting. His penis is really big and long. I once doubted the nutrition level of kids nowadays." "That firm thing must feel great underfoot. Do you know why I like to wear shoes when I step on my husband?" "Maybe it's because he likes shoejobs or other things?" "No, because he wasn't very developed at the time, stepping on it always felt like stepping on an earthworm—slippery, tiny," "The term 'earthworm' is way too bad for my pride," "Anyway, no need to smack. When I humiliated my husband like this, the earthworm would freeze in surprise. That instinct to survive would make me stomp harder. But I gradually realized that sometimes, when my whole weight was lifted, the corpus cavernosum seemed to never recover—it was so soft and sluggish. I was really afraid he'd break it, but he kept shouting, 'Keep going...... Going on, this submissive nature of M really doesn't dare to dig deeper, because it keeps getting deeper, just like you, getting harder and harder," "But you guys haven't really tried any hardcore activities, right?", "If armpit licking counts~~, after I run, he would have him lick my armpits. Even though I shaved all the hair and it didn't smell bad, I always felt like this place was a gathering place for sweat. My husband licked me cheekily, it tickled, sometimes feeling much more comfortable than licking feet," "That's all, I don't think this is really a hardcore activity." "Actually, I'm afraid he'll go deeper step by step, making it impossible for me to keep satisfying him. Rather than saying my desires are big, it's more like we're mutual. We're both buried in the swamp, and neither is much better," "Then try showing him the videos of the husband and wife and see how he reacts." "I don't want to. Where else can I find a husband for him? It's best to keep him away from these unattainable stimuli sources. Oh right, there's some bad news: our dog is going to be given away. He's been with us for three months and has actually left." "At the time, I was really a bit reluctant to let go." "Ah, why are you giving it away?" "Because it took up a lot of my time. I’ve never been the type to serve others. Now, besides taking care of two little ones and a husband, I also have to look after a dog. I feel kind of exhausted." "Pray that it finds a good home." "I have to say, this kind of large dog is quite popular. I gave it to a fresh, young beauty from our company." "Ah… a single woman and a dog?" "What are you imagining? She simply likes dogs. One of her large dogs at home died before because it accidentally ate something. She was upset for several years. When she heard I had a dog, she came running every day to ask me about this and that, with her eyes shining. She hesitated for a long time because she is renting, although it’s a long-term lease, but the place isn’t big. Eventually, she told me she really wanted to adopt such a big dog, but she didn’t want a crate, saying it takes up too much space." "So women and dogs are going to sleep on the same bed?" "Can your brain think of something normal for once? I didn’t charge her; I gave it to her. And there was a lot of stored dog food as well. That day, I had my husband deliver it. My two kids were crying their hearts out. Actually, I felt a bit sad at that moment, but in the next instant, thinking about how I could freely enjoy my own training time with my husband again, the pain in my heart quickly faded." "As expected, you are someone who puts desire above all else~" "I was originally thinking about how to deal with this crate… but it really is a great prop. Wait, next week I’ll tell you about it. I’m off to work out now." It's just before 3 p.m. on Friday, and she's already zoning out. I have to say, working within the system, and being a girl, life is really blissful like this, unlike me, a brick-moving dog, who still has to go on business trips.

On weekends, Ms. Zhao is usually very quiet. She rarely texts me during family reunions. Maybe she has more important things to do, and I feel the same. I'm glad I'm not single and don't have to fantasize or fantasize about a fantasy character. I have my own family and can do things that make me happy. Occasionally, I can find a paid female S on weekends to fill the small gaps in my heart. But every time I do, it brings more disappointment. This formulaic training gradually fades my interest. I often wonder, with such a beautiful face, why can't I even play with gold? If she dared to poop, I would dare to eat everything. I really am just a man who loves dragons. No matter how beautiful S is, when she can fill a whole plate with gold at once, I still back down. I was afraid that eating so much foul-smelling food would burden my stomach, so I only tasted a little, but didn't want to waste it. So I smeared myself up with a pile of poop until I was utterly disheveled. Amid the female S's insults outside, I released it thoroughly. I don't know when this soulless training will ever end. Female S saw my transfer and smiled with satisfaction. For them, being a toilet master is really easy—they just have to pull it out and curse me. No need to do anything else themselves—the money is in hand. It's just that most high-profile female S don't think of this. They still hold onto their fairy persona and don't want to get involved in such dirty activities.

"I'm in a great mood today," Ms. Zhao proactively messaged me on Monday morning. Even a black Monday feels so relaxing within the system, which made me envious. 'Wait, I'll make a cup of coffee and tell you,' she said. I hadn't even fully adjusted from my half-asleep, hazy state, and during this time of low desire, I had no interest in hearing anything related to SM. I hastily agreed and also brewed a pot of tea. I wondered what kind of things would happen today.

"Guess what we did over the weekend. Sending the dog away was really wise; I felt like I had so much free time. We sent our two kids to their grandparents' house, so the whole evening was ours, haha. First, we went shopping and ate delicious food, like barbecue. I even ordered some extra oysters for him, hoping he’d be more focused on his game later that night. The moment the oysters were served, the dog-man immediately understood what I wanted to do. We didn’t even have time to fully enjoy the food and hurried back home. Initially, I planned to play the usual games like before since it had been a while since I last twirled my whip. But when I saw the large dog cage in the corner of the living room, I instantly thought of a new game. I made my husband get completely naked and crawl inside. He’s much bigger than an Alaskan Malamute, naked, with no hair. Seeing his soft body, I couldn’t help but give him a hit. It had to leave a mark on his skin. I threw away the padding inside the cage, so kneeling on it was painfully hard for him. He cried out confusingly, but I ignored him. After locking the cage and covering it with a hood, I went to take a shower. I deliberately slowed down my shower, carefully washing my face, feet, and other parts of my body. But I only rinsed my private area briefly, leaving it for my husband’s scent, not to be tampered with carelessly." "When I came out to dry my hair, I could hear him wailing from inside the cage from afar. I didn't feel anything special about being kept in a dog cage, but his constant pleas and moans made my lower body instantly wet. I put on a nightdress, a mask, no underwear, just long stockings and boots, then grabbed a whip and walked over. I noticed he had changed several positions, his body covered with all kinds of iron cage grid marks. He couldn't possibly lie down, lying down, or lying down in one position for long periods. He curled up inside, like a prisoner.

"Where are you scaring and what are you yelling about, hmm?" I brought a chair and sat not far from the cage, rubbing the cage's mesh with the pattern on the soles of my boots. My husband immediately sniffed with his mouth, his tongue sticking out through the mesh of the cage. Seeing him like that, I couldn't help but want to tease him. I gently pressed my tongue against his boot sole. The sole was clean, without a speck of dust, and I didn't want anything dirty to be licked into his mouth. I spat on the shoe, watching him stubbornly lick it clean, bit by bit. Outside the cage, I could barely control the distance. In some places, no matter how long his tongue stretched out, I couldn't reach it. That pleading look made me want to stomp it to death. I thrust my hard whip in and poke him, but he wanted to escape but had no more space. I slapped his paw lying on the cage, and the pain made him immediately pull back. Playing with a whip is really physically demanding. Soon, I felt my stockinged feet covering tightly. Normally, I would wear a pair of cotton socks if I were dressed like this, but I just wanted to sense some scent for him. But after just showering, what smell could I possibly have?

I unzipped one side of the boot, took off one one, and pressed it against the cage, letting him take big breaths of the leather scent and fresh foot sweat. My feet did feel a bit damp, but it wasn't necessarily sweat—it was something triggered when the undried foot touched the inside of the boot. After a week without playing, he felt a deep gap in the gap. Eyes closed, he sniffed deeply, but it was far from enough, because the scent inside the shoes was so faint. "Why is it so cheap? Your master's scent has been around for over ten years, and you still can't get used to it? Once a week. But every time you smell it again, doesn't it feel different? Is it freshness, or is it admiration for your master's feet?" Pfft!" I spat it on his face through the cage. Having just brushed my teeth, my saliva didn't have much of an odor, but it was this faint feeling that tugged at his servile instincts even more. He wiped all the saliva running down his forehead into his own mouth with both hands, greedily sticking out his tongue for more, but I had to let him know that taking it was impossible. If it were, it would only be a reward from me when I was in a good mood. I placed a cushion on top of the cage and carefully sat down. Only then did I realize that even with thick stuff on it, this stuff still hurt my butt. I struck a seductive pose, fiddling with my stocking-clad feet above her head, which had just taken off her boots. I tugged at the stockings that had accidentally gotten caught between my toes. The thin, cicada-wing-like transparency and the fragrant scent from the soles quickly caught the attention of this lowly beast below. He lifted his neck, pressing his nose against the top of the cage, not far from my feet. But because of the cage's constraints, he couldn't fully lick it. I brought my feet together, laid my feet flat, and stepped on, pressing firmly against his dog-like face. "Suck, smell the scent of your master that hasn't changed over all these years," his breathing was deep, as if he wanted to suck in the scent from my feet completely through the cage. I threw in a dress I had just changed out of, covering my feet and his face. "You look really ugly like this. I really don't want to see you like this, polluting my vision. I'll just block it. If you cover it, the smell will gather better. Does it smell good? You useless piece of trash. Have you been thinking about having sex with me again every day since then? That's just wishful thinking. All you can do is watch the sticky fluid inside me, dripping down my thighs. Look, I'm not wearing underwear, and the spill has soaked my pantyhose completely. Now they're all sucked into the mat. Want to drink?" "If you want to drink, sniff harder." If I took off the mat in this position, my ass would definitely be ruined by this hard net. "Yes, just like that, a little more degrading, even more degrading. Do you know that you've taken the place of the family dog? You are now in the place where the female dog used to stay, with the same status as her. I will only caress her with my foot, and you? Just like this, being stepped on my face," I stomped on the cage with my feet, the vibrations making him, already confused and aroused, dizzy. He rolled his eyes, stretched his neck, licking and sucking the soles of my feet, just to be closer to my feet.

"Come on, sniff over here. You know what it smells, right? Don't open your eyes. Use your dog nose to find your master's scent. This mat seems way too annoying," I pulled out the mat and sat on the cage. He smelled the scent of hormones as if exploding, ignoring the pain in his knees and his twisted movements. He turned over to face me, propping himself up with both hands, pressing his face against my crotch. "Want to lick? If you want to lick, try harder. Let's see if your tongue can reach me through the cage." I kept tempting him, and at the same time, my desire to lick slowly increased. I hoped he would break free from the cage and come closer, using his nimble tongue to serve my already messy lower body. But I couldn't hold on before he did. The cage hurt me so much that it even surpassed the psychological pleasure. I changed positions, sitting at the edge of the cage, my feet dangling along the side of the cage. He reached out with his fingers, stroking my smooth little feet. His face followed my hips to the edge, but because of the angle, he was a step farther from my lower body. "Master...... Master...... I want to lick ...... "He was almost begging me, his knees red from the pressure, and his face formed rectangular marks from the pressure. His lower body was upright, fully visible under my gaze. 我下面的水就顺着我的毛发往下滴，我觉得我裤袜裆部的那里湿了好大一片，我故意让我老公看到，但却故作矜持地在折磨着他，事实上这一刻我恨不得脱下袜子将下体贴在笼子上让他舔，可我还是忍住了，那样的话就不是女王，和欲女没什么区别了。

可是我的臀部实在受不了铁笼子了，太疼太疼，无奈的我慢慢地从笼子上下来，但是我觉得这样还不够，我必须要把他憋到不行就快要射出的那一刻，再放他出来，我挡着他的面换上了性感的黑色睡裙，脱掉了袜子，我背对着她，撩开自己的裙摆，“告诉主人，看到什么了……”他脖颈的喉结在蠕动着，他下意识的吞咽着口水，我用指头沾了点自己的分泌物抹在他的鼻尖上，“你瞧瞧，你的贱样让主人这么兴奋了呢，再努力点”我弯下腰，用臀部贴近笼子，那鲜活而通透的下体就这么呈现在他的眼前，想必会给他很大的视觉冲击吧，这样的场景或许他已经看过了百遍，但隔着笼子，却又是另一副风景，“闻到什么味道了么”，“是……是主人您下体的香味”我主动将臀部靠在笼子上，倾斜着身子，背对着他，我拿出手机，自顾自地看了起来，完全不顾身后笼子里的他到底有多饥渴。 "Come on, let me show you the chat records between Nian Nian and my tone. Listen carefully," "Master, the flashy photos you posted have become my greatest salvation every day. Your black stockings, your long boots—every day I wait for your flashy photos, wishing I could crawl down and lick all the dust off my shoes. Can you tell me your address? Please, I beg you." "Goddess, can you step on your husband like this every day? These photos are so intense, I want to eat everything you step on, because it's something you've stepped on." "Look, look, all of your kind, how despicable, even eating whatever you shoot, things even you hate yourself, yet wild dogs come to eat you, hahaha, and this one," "Master...... Can I be your housework slave? Even if every day I just sweep the floor and clean, just seeing your beautiful legs and feet, I feel like I'm about to burst hard. Please, give me a chance. I don't care that you already have a husband. Your socks, your underwear, even your excrement have become my daily spiritual nourishment." "This person even wants to eat my poop, but I won't give it to them. How can anyone compete with my private slave for food, right?" I moved closer to the cage, my genitals rubbing against the wire mesh. I felt a wave of heat in my body, and the secretion of something quickened.

"You slut, do you want to lick it or not? I think you don't. Then just let this water flow away. Or ......?" "Yes, yes, master, I want to," my husband shook the cage wildly. The skin on his knees was already red from the iron cage, ready to burst and bleed at any moment. I turned around, threw the key on the ground, then stepped under my shoe. "Come on, reach out and reach it. Once you can reach it, use it to open the door. Once you open it, you can do what you need to do." My husband desperately tried to reach his chubby hand out of the cage, but couldn't reach it at all. I pressed the key foot on his hand. "Why are you so useless? I can't even reach it. Looks like you still don't want to, right?" He pushed even harder, trying to prove himself with action. "You're really stupid." I pushed the key forward with my other foot, and only then did he barely manage to touch it with my fingertips. The moment I opened the door, he poked his head out and slipped between my legs. I stood there, swallowing hard. I was like a budding flower—so full it was about to burst out, yet my body just stood guard. He was the same—his cock was erect at a 90° angle, with sparkling little beads at the tip. I pushed his head back, "I didn't let you crawl out, just stick your head out. You have to serve your master like a boar feeding on feed, got it?" With that, I lifted my skirt and completely covered his head.

By the end, both of his knees were scraped. I felt a bit sorry for him. He really didn't leave a single drop of what's inside me. Today, he even made an exception and gave him a cup of urine. He drank it with a lot of gluttony, very greedy. He asked if I was chatting with many M people online. I told him yes, he was a bit disappointed but also a little excited. I didn't know what was going on in his head, but I absolutely would never let anyone else take his place. After all, aside from being a private slave, we were still a normal couple with a normal life. That night, he slept very deeply, snoring loudly. He must have been exhausted. My legs clamped around one of his legs. After climaxing, my fluids kept gushing out. It was terrifying. I gradually felt that this man in front of me might no longer satisfy me. What should I do? It was late at night, and I still couldn't fall asleep. He was already sleeping like a dead pig. I slowly pulled my legs out from between his legs, took out the instant dampness, and after two minutes of vibration, his whole body convulsed again. I marveled at the power of technology. The sheets beneath me were soaked, cold and uncomfortable. A netizen has been asking me for my original-flavored panties for a long time. I thought about it again and again but never sent them. He is only 19 years old, just graduated from high school, and I feel a bit reluctant. If it were you, I might have sent them.

我欣喜若狂，“寄啊，寄啊，我每天也只能靠看你闪照过日子”，“你想得美，邮寄这东西我还怕尴尬呢，我老公不怎么喜欢原味，但是真正玩起来的时候，他又特别兴奋，尤其是我把湿漉漉的内裤套他头上的时候，特别好用，我怀疑是这些东西挡住了他的眼睛，所以他对我多了份神秘感的缘故吧。话说狗笼调教可能视觉效果非常好，但尝试过了他却像我抱怨在里面一点也不舒服，所以我们觉得还是处理掉好了，反正也没有别的用处”，可虽说如此，都几个月过去了，那个笼子还在，至于他们之后有没有再在笼子里调教，我就不得而知了，一周一次的例行调教依旧进行着，可她却再也没有提起笼子的事。或许以后的某一天，她还会把狗狗接回来吧。

It was just chatting, gradually becoming dull; no matter how many variations there were, it all turned into a repetitive routine of training. For Ms. Zhao, oral activity was her ultimate fulfillment. If her husband wasn't up for it, she would use sex toys to satisfy herself. In my view, it wasn't much different from us watching videos and masturbating. So, our interactions also decreased. I would not initiate conversation, or would delay replying to her messages, which made her very annoyed. Gradually, she started to pay less attention to me. Occasionally, she would send one or two flashy photos, but missing photos of her face always made it feel like her soul was absent. She often said she wasn't good-looking, but judging from her figure, she seemed like the type who would be liked.

"'Why have you been so slow to reply lately?' 'Business trip, I'm out every day, so I'm not online much.' 'Oh.' I hate this 'oh'; together with 'hehe' and the smile emoji, it's collectively known as the three most disgusting internet words. In reality, Ms. Zhao is a very knowledgeable and talented person, but she always drags me into chatting, which indeed makes it impossible for me to do anything else. Compared to idle chats that can't meet in person, maybe playing games or finding offline S would be more exciting. She sent me a few videos, and I downloaded them quickly but didn't open them. 'These are the types I've liked recently, you can take a look too.' Actually, I don't lack videos; my hard drive is full of all kinds of SM videos, and just the golden ones take up more than half the space. After expressing my thanks, I started playing dead again. Ms. Zhao is someone who likes to share; now that she's left the group, her communication with the outside world will probably decrease. Or maybe I'm taking myself too seriously, since there are many M followers licking her more than I do, and that's fine—I don't have to respond to her anymore.

Chapter 6: Face Photos and Fake Penises

One night, I was squatting at home, while my wife and child were sleeping in the bedroom. I quietly opened the account to see if there was any news. I found that Ms. Zhao had sent me more than a dozen flash photos. Curious, I clicked on them one by one. Oh my god, they were her profile and face-covering photos. They looked a bit weathered but carried a natural charm. Her figure could pull off any outfit. JK ignored me, but unlike a little girl, she wouldn't wear white stockings but instead put on sexy, mature black stockings and fleshy stockings. Looking at each photo made my mouth water. Although it was just a profile, I basically knew Teacher Zhao's true face. Wearing glasses, I actually felt she was somewhat anxious about her appearance because she wasn't unattractive.

I sent a few drooling emojis and vigorously stroked her photo a few times, but still held back and didn't let go. The next morning, I arrived early at the office and started chatting with her on social media. "Did something good happen yesterday? You posted so many photos, it made me lose sleep," "I regret it too, how did I send all the face-showing photos? You know what to do, right?", "I've already deleted them, don't worry, but your looks are deeply etched in my mind, you look so beautiful." "Anyway, you are the only one who praises me. No one else gets a chance to get a photo of me showing my face. You're the only one. I had a great time yesterday and drank a little. I gradually started to like a different way of climaxing. My husband secretly bought a fake penis that can be worn on his mouth. He wore it on his head in this way, which made me feel a deep connection to the heart. It felt amazing...... That thick, frictional sensation against the inner walls almost made me lose control. I drank all my post-orgasm urine. Looking at his cheeky expression, I really couldn't imagine that this was my husband who'd shared a bed with me for over ten years. I put a blindfold on him and made him cum, and he fell asleep resting on his arm all night, sleeping deeply and comfortably. Logically, he should have been punished for buying small toys behind my back. Seeing his intention and buying toys for me, I let him go. I used to think size had nothing to do with comfort, but yesterday I realized I was wrong. Maybe it's not about length, but thickness and curvature really make a great difference in my experience. 只是少了些温度，润滑足够的硅胶假阳，和真人的几乎没有什么区别，那种被填满的感觉，嗯，怎么说呢…………欲罢不能，我差点把持不住了”，“什么叫把持不住”，“就是屈服于欲望啊，那种让人真的醉仙欲死的感觉，他用嘴不断的顶着阳具插入我的身体，我揪着他头顶的毛发，看着他贱兮兮的表情，对我崇拜的表情，那一刻我就特别想践踏他，觉得他特别贱，和你一样”，“怎么又扯到我了……”，“你不贱吗”，“贱是贱……”，“贱看到本王发你的照片，连句感谢的话都没~”，“昨天我睡着了，早上打开看了之后直接晨勃了”，“少对我意淫，你还不配。”，“我现在知道为什么健身房那么多人和你搭讪了，身材是一方面，颜值是另一方面”我这句话有夸大的成分，可谁又不爱听好听的呢，她是个比普通人稍稍好看点的类型，但看上去完全不像已经41岁的人。最重要的是那种充斥而来的素颜与真实感，是其他收费S所无法比拟的。

"My hair is a bit dry, and I didn’t put on any makeup. I don't usually wear much makeup," she said. "But I already look pretty good," she added. "Hehe," she unusually made a sly expression, and it was clear that my coaxing had made her quite happy. "I've found that I'm addicted to toys. We agreed to continue tonight. Wait for my good news," our brief conversation ended just like that, but for several days, I didn’t receive any more messages from her. When I saw her again, it was already a week later. "Hi~ Haven't logged in for a few days," she said. "Were you sick?" I asked. "Not really. That night, we played too much, played until dawn, and the next day I was completely exhausted, so I took a day off work. I also played a few times during the day. I think I'm addicted," she said. Towards the end, he told me that his head almost got a concussion from my pelvis. He was exhausted, so I simply straddled his face and used my body to stroke the, even though the position was a bit ...... It ruins my queenly aura, but it feels great. My fluids kept flowing down below, leaving the thick on his face. I didn't let him wipe. Later, we changed positions. I first put on a gag and eye mask, then a. I lay on the ground, and he knelt behind me like a stallion, sniffing my lower body, then used that thing on his face to tease me. Damn, at that moment I thought we were like some kind of running animals on the grasslands. But after returning to the most primitive state, my fluids flowed even more. Because he had a gag in it, Saliva kept dripping down. Where his face met my lower body, puddles of fluid filled the air. It was so stimulating that my mind went blank. Although instant climax can numb people instantly, this lasting, gradual pleasure is absolutely unmatched by a dimlic orgasm. Later, seeing how hard he was, and suddenly wanting to try it in person, I tied him to a chair, hands behind my back, and sat on top of him, squeezing him. Although the size was a size smaller than a, But there was a sensation of body heat and throbbing contractions, which was great. After a while, I got off and rubbed my lower body against his face. After he licked it clean, we continued. That day we went wild, and his never got soft. Didn't they say that masochists don't like sex? That was all a lie. But after analyzing it, I realized this was also related to the fact that we hadn't had sex much over the years. That novelty was even greater. Afterwards, I just pushed the chair over and sat on his face I peed on his mouth, he choked, and it spilled everywhere. Fortunately, the child and the parents weren't home, otherwise, if they saw us like this, I don't know what they would think.

Listening to Ms. Zhao's lively experiences, I reached into my crotch, wishing I could become the protagonist of the story. But after that incident, I never saw Ms. Zhao's bare-faced photos again. Maybe she still didn't trust me as a stranger. Sometimes they would start having sex, and she would openly share every minute and second of her feelings with me. Some people are happy to share, and she felt that when she shared her experiences with me and saw my feedback, she would feel a different kind of pleasure.

"Have you been masturbating frequently lately?" 'About once a day.' 'Then your addiction is much bigger than mine.' Teacher Zhao appreciated my habit of doing it once a day, but what she didn't know was that I could only masturbate; when it came to real women, I couldn't get hard at all. She told me I could try to break this barrier and tell my wife about my hobby, but I decisively refused. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like if my wife found out. In my view, it's more realistic to look for a wild submissive. She often scoffed at me looking for submissives; she thought it was just an alternative form of sex trade. Although I knew that was the case, this was the only way for losers like me to get the closest and most direct contact with beautiful submissives.

Similarly, I would tell her about my experiences of eating shit one by one. When I handed her the articles I had written, she wouldn’t read them. She just liked listening to me recount them sentence by sentence, saying it felt more real. While talking with her, she would always project the female protagonist onto herself, making me unconsciously get hard. But as we kept talking, I would soften again. Sure enough, meeting in person is still the purest form of reality.

Occasionally, there are moments when the topics we discuss are astonishingly similar, which also brings us a bit closer. She has already become very comfortable posting her own photos showing her face, knowing that I will definitely delete them. As for me, even though no one is monitoring me, I follow my own conscience and have never kept a single photo, even after we stopped contacting each other. I don’t have the habit of privately keeping S photos, as I feel it would become a burden for someone who has a family. Among the M people I know, there are single kids who have a whole album of S photos, which I really cannot understand. But everyone has their own way, and as long as it doesn’t affect me, I don’t worry about it.

Chapter 7 Chastity Lock, Masturbation Cup, and the Appointment in Changsha

"I bought him a chastity lock, because once I caught him masturbating in the bathroom. He begged me for a long time, but I didn't want to deal with him. I felt that as my personal slave, forbidding me from masturbating was a sign of respect. No matter how much I held back myself, I wouldn't do anything behind his back. At most, I would do it in front of him. That feeling of being looked at by his shameless gaze excites me a lot, but he really went too far." We hadn't spoken for nearly a week. In other words, he was still apologizing and explaining to me in the view, but I just didn't want to talk to him. I slept on the bed, and he would sleep on the floor next to me. After the child fell asleep, he'd kneel next to me and apologize. It was so annoying, he kept mumbling about his mistakes here and there. I'm not a petty person, but I felt stifled inside and refused to forgive him. It wasn't until he sneezed all night that I realized he had a cold. I thought tsundere should have limits, so I allowed him to sleep on the bed, but he still ignored me. I secretly ordered a chastity lock. When the delivery arrived, I asked him how he'd been feeling lately. He went on and on, like 'I'm sorry for me,' and so on. That's not what I wanted to hear, because I knew sometimes desire is uncontrollable. As an M, he's only facing me, S, and sooner or later he'll get tired of it. But how to make this kind of relationship affect our marriage—that's what matters. That kind of 'must', and the idea that only works for me is something he must always stick to. Otherwise, why wouldn't I be able to go find an M outside? His finances are under my control, and finding an M is much easier and faster than his. If I want to," Ms. Zhao was right. A woman looking for a man really is just a thin veil.

"When I handed him the chastity belt, he was startled. After all, compared to winning verbally and stopping secretly stroking me, this kind of physical restraint is far more realistic. Besides, I have my own motives. I wanted to test whether the so-called SM magic device really works that much. I locked him up for three weeks. When I showered, I would soften his lower body with the faucet tip, and he would get hard, but I would put it on without hesitation. This was his punishment. I would squeeze his little breasts, and he would flatter me by hugging my legs and rubbing his face against me like a stray dog." Actually, it's not just for him; for me, it's also a form of abstinence. It's just that I'm not as strong as him, since I don't have physical restraints. By the end of the second week, I couldn't take it anymore. I took off my skirt and underwear and masturbated in front of him. He was almost crying from desire, but I just wouldn't let him touch them. At most, I threw the sticky underwear on his face for him to smell. His glans was so swollen it seemed like it might burst the lock. I used my foot to play with the guy locked in the cage. He signaled me to stop, and he told me that even a slight vibration might make him climax. I never expected the power of abstinence to be so strong. If it were me being locked, I definitely wouldn't be able to take it." "There was clearly nothing excessive, but when I watched her type these words, my lower body was rock hard." Maybe her husband's desire for sex is even stronger than mine. If I don't masturbate for a few days, I feel very uncomfortable.

"My husband was whimpering in front of me again today, but he got a bit of a slap because I was on my period and already in a bad mood, so I slapped him with my little belt. Since I was too lazy to look for a whip, I whipped his butt until it turned red. He moaned, and his juices kept flowing down his lower body. If this keeps up, won't he get suffocated? I worried to myself and decided that after my period, I should take advantage of the ovulation period when sexual desire is at its peak and have fun with him properly."

That day finally arrived. I told him to come home early today, that I would unlock his lock—this sudden gift he had been waiting for. He excitedly sent me a row of emojis, while I finished my work early, greeted the boss, and went home early. I took a shower, cleverly sprayed some perfume, styled my hair in a high ponytail he liked, and put on his favorite JK uniform. Actually, I didn't want to wear it, since I'm already my age. But he said it would suit me well and make me look younger. A woman dresses for the one she loves, right? Wait, am I trying to please him? It was as if I were conducting a human experiment. The sample was my useless husband, who had been locked up for three weeks. I wore black stockings, a JK skirt, a uniform, a bow tie, and a loose pajama over it, so he wouldn't notice right away. I quietly waited at home. The clock's second hand passed so slowly. I felt even more excited and anxious than him. Whenever I thought of that restless, locked little guy, my lower body felt unbearably hot, and even my underwear was faintly marked. Sure enough, the desire during ovulation is hard for an adult woman to control.

He came home, and I knew the sound of his staggering footsteps all too well. I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs. As soon as he walked in and saw me, he came over like a dog, kissing and hugging me. I pushed him away and said, don't get too carried away, go wash up first. A lively tune drifted from the bathroom. People only look like this when they're happy. He quickly tidied himself up, naked, and entered the bedroom. I felt this didn't feel like the start of a training session, but more like a small farewell after marriage. I entered, leaned against the doorknob, and with a click, it locked up. He was already a caged creature, shyly hiding his half-naked body under the blanket. If he really wanted to change genders, this scene would be more fitting. I walked over and put a blindfold on him. I rubbed my chest against his nose, and he pressed up like a dog, sucking in the scent wafting through me. You like smelling it, huh? I pulled him into my arms, making him bury his face in my chest. That suffocating feeling mixed with strong hormones left him at a loss. He stroked my waistline. My thighs, more than anything else, craved comfort more than anything else. I lifted his breasts with both hands and whispered in his ear, "What does it feel like to be locked up for so long?" He told me it was a feeling of about to collapse, nerves all gathering together, as if even a slight touch would make him come. "Then I can't help you open it, at least not now. Come on, please me." He roughly tore open my shirt and tore off the blindfold I had just put on him. I felt it was unnecessary—after all, the uniform I had carefully prepared for him, if I were blindfolded like this, I wouldn't be able to see anything. Seeing my outfit, he became even more excited. He liked my fresh outfit with glasses on. He took my breast into his mouth and sucked it deeply. After a long time without being touched, I felt like I was electrified, and my lower body immediately started to leak liquid like melted cheese. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, pressing him even closer. I wrapped my black stocking-clad legs around his body, as if I was about to come, trying to make him suffocate twice. His gasps were no different from a bull. He kneaded my small chest with his left hand. Who allowed him to be so domineering? I slapped him, then straddled his face. Thick sticky fluid slid down his underwear onto his face. He kept licking me with his tongue through the wet fabric. That long-awaited feeling of sweet dew, both for him and me , all from excessive stimulation. I straddled his face in reverse, using my fingers to flick the hard shell covering his little cock through the chastity lock. With each thrust, his body trembled, and he seemed thicker than usual, so thick that whenever he saw a soft gap, he wanted to enter immediately. I gripped his face tightly with my hips, the moisture inside me like a squeezed sponge, slipping through the middle of my underwear and seeping out from both sides. I gently rubbed his nose, letting him fully enjoy the enticing scent released when the object inside him had fully merged with the air, then rubbed open by his lips—a smell that would make his mind go blank and faint. He stammered something, but his voice seemed to be blocked by the moisture on his underwear. I couldn't make out a single word. I only felt my fully relaxed body constantly spilling out, because every time we pressed against me, it was slippery. His unshaven beard and messy bit of his stubble just the right amount of stimulation on me, only making my unnamed fluids grow thicker. I lay on his stomach, licking it so comfortably. He kept teasing my underwear with his tongue, trying to make me take it off completely. But I just rubbed it innocently, rubbing against it. I even wanted to take this hard rod in my cage into my mouth, but I couldn't. Because I am the queen, being queen really, really means losing a lot. Even a small change in movement could change the role, which I didn't want to see

His hair, his face, were soaked by what was between my legs, and I couldn't tell if it was sweat or something else. I gently kneaded his testicles, which were exposed outside the hard shell. I liked hearing his painful moans when squeezed, but I felt that within those moans was the message of "I want more." I pressed my finger on the clear seam between his two balls, a little pusher, and I could feel the sound of my testicles pounding against the walls of the cavity—muffled yet powerful. His oral skills seemed better than before. He wasn't just licking my little spots; he knew how to scrape the secretions inside my body with his tongue, gradually deepening from shallow to deep. He knew how to hold all four of the butterfly's wings in his mouth, swallow them, and spit them out. The white, dirty substance mixed in the folds because they hadn't been cleaned was completely absorbed by him. That was a natural aphrodisiac even more potent than a natural aphrodisiac; otherwise, where would those snorting sounds come from? He licked me so much that I felt so good. He was sucking my flesh core bit by bit, making me feel the urge to pee again. "If you keep sucking like this, I'll pee all of it into your mouth." "Master...... Go ahead and pee...... I haven't had your holy water in too long. ", I suddenly felt that if we were like this, having an audience might not be bad, preferably a man, who just watches like this, and I could stare at his envious, yet erect genitalia, with that pleading and longing look in his eyes. Maybe your sense of being a submissive husband comes from this, right? It's just that most submissive husbands go off course, turning into a format where the man dominates the woman, and then the woman manipulates the man. I don't like that."

I sat up straight and pressed my husband's mouth firmly. If he kept licking like this, maybe I'd be the first to reach the sage. Maybe the mouth itself is one of the main culprits marginalizing SM, because so far, we haven't had any scheming in it, and that would be too easy for him. I got off him, leaving him completely confused. I stomped his cheek, pressing it against my freshly taken off underwear. I tore off my black stockings and stuffed them into his mouth. I took out my, dipped it in my lower body, and then pushed it into his mouth. I liked seeing his twisted expression. I repeatedly slapped the skin on his butt with my shoe soles. The sensation turned red and then purple, which excited me. He cried out in pain, but everything was absorbed by the stockings stuffed in his mouth. Besides the stockings, there were also my toes stuffed into his mouth. He couldn't lick me with his stuffed tongue anymore.

After round after round, I was drenched in sweat. The visual stimulation was definitely not enough. I used the key to unlock his place. That suddenly swollen thing was as big as a fake manhood. I held his hand and could feel his pulsating heartbeat. I rotated my hand, grasping his glans and slowly sliding it down to the base of his penis. His body trembled slightly. I repeated this a few more times, and he could climax immediately, but I wouldn't allow it. I took off the rubber band tied to his hair and wrapped it around his brother's base, slapping his little brother like a slap, constantly criticizing his incompetence and his lowliness. The tiny eyes under my feet now looked even more helpless.

I climbed down, standing on all fours, knees resting on the edge of the bed. I told him to kneel there and lick my anus, because I mischievously sprayed some perfume there too. The tingling, tingling pleasure of licking my anus—what woman wouldn't love? He extended his tongue, licking from the tip of his clit all the way to his tailbone. Each and every stroke, his powerful licking made me feel like a faucet had turned on a floodgate, gushing out of water. He knew how to respond like that, right? "Does it taste good?" I kept tempting and testing him. He understood perfectly, barely letting any excess slip onto the sheets. My anus was locked and closed, and he tried hard to push his tongue inside. I lowered my head and looked at his swaying lower body, and I knew...... The opportunity had come.

At this moment, my husband was like a dog, stretching out his tongue. He wanted to prove himself, because he desperately shoved his tongue into my anus. Maybe my anus was already secreting some kind of exudate, which must be quite bitter. But it happened to be his aphrodisiac. I turned to look at him, his eyes hazy, as if scared by an aphrodisiac. The freshly untied cock swayed in the air, as if trying to demand something from me. Inside me, I craved something hard, thick, and warm inside, but that would really ruin the relationship. I had to wait until he couldn't take it anymore.

But wasn't I just holding back? I was a woman too, and I had desires. I was the kind of genuine S who could drip with juices through training, especially with such intimate contact. I longed for him to grab my breasts and ravage me, to fuck me hard—after all, I was a woman. I stood up, turned around, and carried his hair around the living room several times, trying to ease the urge inside me. I had him face me and lean against the wall, kneel straight, tilt his head back, and then straddle him without giving me a chance to say a word......

I didn't know exactly how much of the secretions he had eaten, but I could clearly see the white residue at the edge of his mouth—sticky, slippery. That was my reward to him. No matter what, I could never get enough of a man like this. But games always have game overs. Prolonged erections would damage his prostate, so I had to keep it down, but honestly, I couldn't hold back anymore. I kept stroking his face with my hand, smoothing out the patches I had just smeared. I looked at his body, burned and almost burned, knowing he was on the verge of release. I sat on top and took his long-standing member into my mouth with my lower body. This soft squeeze would soon make him climax rapidly. Heavy breathing came from his throat. I gripped his throat with my left hand and covered his mouth with my right, looking down from above. I teased him with my eyes. Even without saying a word, that feeling of female superiority and male inferiority already stirred my heart. The man before me was completely under my control. Whether he would climax or not was entirely up to my thoughts. I seductively twisted my waist, the results of my usual workouts fully showing at this moment. My round hips were buried between his thighs and waistline, gently rubbing against him. I squeezed my PC muscles tightly, feeling his heartbeat rapidly rising, all over. I removed the right hand blocking his breathing and spat on his face, "You useless man, come for me." Squeeze yourself clean and dedicate yourself to me. You're just a thoughtless machine, just fuel to burn my desires. Understand, useless thing, shoot ...... Shoot...... Shoot! "Three slaps, a hot stream burst from his body, spraying into my abdomen. His lower body twitched, sending my heart pounding. The only connection and ejection I had brought me to climax as well.

I watched with great interest from the side of the screen. At some point, my semen had already flowed out through the urethral opening, landing on my fingers. Everything Ms. Zhao said was vivid and lifelike, as if I were the male lead. "You bastard, did you come? Why are you coming so slow?" "I...... Someone suddenly came looking for me...... I have to leave first, sorry, goddess," the scent from my pants kept filling the air around me, a sensation that made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Thanks to Ms. Zhao, I saved me another session of training. I rinsed my lower body with the faucet, feeling a bit disgusted by what was being done. I began to envy the man beneath Ms. Zhao, and my desire to see her grew stronger.

My wife finally got her long-awaited annual leave, and with all the holidays combined, it lasted about a month. Since I couldn't take time off, she decided to go out with her colleagues and parents to relax properly, and I agreed. Even though I wouldn't be accompanying her, as an old married couple, having space for each other is the greatest freedom in marriage. I unintentionally revealed this news to Ms. Zhao, and she actually sent me a cup—yes, a masturbator. I’ve always done things by hand all my life, and this sudden news made my breathing accelerate. I had previously trusted her with my phone number because I hoped and expected that one day I could contact her, and I was convinced that with her knowledge and character, she wouldn’t use it for anything inappropriate. Nowadays, as long as you have a phone number, you can send something here under any name, and for the recipient, she wrote my online nickname.

"Ordinary cups usually cost several hundred, but I bought you 26 yuan. Do you know why?" "Because you're a frugal person." "Get lost, because I think a stray dog like you only deserves this price range. That crude silicone is perfect for someone like you, an impotent fantasy dog, understand?" Just that sentence made me stroke my dick a few times. I started looking forward to this first generous gift arriving. "Do you know why I mailed you the cup?" "Maybe I think using my hands is more harmful to my body," "No, no, no, I'm a woman myself. I deeply feel the power technology brings to people, but my private slave refuses to. Maybe it's ideologically, maybe in my heart, I won't accept anything other than my body. I'm very curious about the difference between this so-called sense of technology and my hands. And you became my first test subject. You have to hold what you shoot every day in a bottle. Before your wife comes back, see how much it can hold. Remember to kneel when you receive the package and send me a video." She bought the cheapest cup but used the fastest courier, and the shipping fee was about the same as the price of the toy. That proved she really wanted to get that live animal experiment report that belonged to me soon.

And I, too, was so full of anticipation. The moment I received that elaborately packaged parcel, I immediately told Ms. Zhao. At this moment, I was even at work. During my lunch break, I carefully used a blade to open the parcel. To my curiosity, inside the box was indeed a cup, but the packaging showed signs of being torn. 'This cup is so simple, it feels like it’s been torn open. Could it have been used by someone already?' 'I tore it open, so what? Did you properly cherish the gift I gave you? Hm, little dick loser.' I had never revealed my size to her, but she thought that Asian men were at a completely different disadvantage in size compared to Europeans and Americans, so she collectively referred to us as little dick losers.

Curiously, I continued to open it. This was the first time I had seen a cup in real life. That small hole was pitifully tiny, and it felt soft to the touch, though still a little different from human skin. She had thoughtfully sent me a bottle of lubricant. I carefully handled it and noticed that there seemed to be something stuffed inside the cup. No wonder it looked so bulging. 'It seems like there’s something in this fleshlight… let me see,' I said. 'Mm-hmm.' I carefully pried it open with my fingers and probed inside with my fingertips. It felt soft and slightly crinkly. What is this? I found a sharp tip and slowly pulled out the object inside. Wow, it was a long, long, wrinkled strip of flesh. 'This… this is yours, Ms. Zhao,' I said. 'Do you like it? I was wearing it when I went to the gym that day. I originally wanted to save it for my husband, but on a whim, I decided to give you one. In such a closed environment, the scent should be great. Take a sniff,' she said. Hearing this, my lower body immediately filled with blood. I balled up the entire stocking and pressed it to my nose. There was a faint scent of sweat, but it was all masked by the strong smell of silicone, which disappointed me a little. 'Seems like it doesn’t really have a smell, just the cup’s scent,' I said. 'Careless of me, I should have put it in a plastic bag before stuffing it in. But my feet don’t really have much scent anyway. Wait, aren’t you supposed to be grateful? You got something, yet you’re here nitpicking,' she said. I wrapped the stockings around my face, took a selfie, and sent it to Ms. Zhao. Seeing my shameful look, even I found it laughable. "You're really bold, daring to take this for me in the office. Aren't you afraid your colleagues will notice?" "It's lunch break now, and it feels so thrilling. You know, when that thing was on my nose, I got hard." "Then why don't you try quickly? I can't wait to know how it feels when you use the cup. Hurry, right now, immediately." Actually, I was even more excited than she was, but I always felt that this environment was a bit too daring. "Better not, if colleagues see me, it would be socially dead." "Tch, useless thing. Remember to buy a small bottle with measurements and hand in your homework at night." "Will do."

I was more eager than usual to get off work earlier. Holding the cup that cost over 20 yuan in my hand felt like an insult to me. She told me that after putting the socks inside, she stomped hard on the cup a few times, soft as if stepping on a cock, saying that as a stray dog, I was just that cheap. By evening, I got home and washed myself clean, but I didn't wash the cup, thinking it was where she had stuffed her smelly stockings. If I stuffed my cock in, it might feel like a footjob. I was so excited.

Her training time for today was moved up. She took several photos of her stepping on her private slave's head and showing his cock squirted from being stepped on. Unlike before, today's photos didn't flash. I felt a growing sense of trust between us, which I thought was great. But just two photos couldn't awaken my sleeping little brother. "What time is it? Why are you dawdling? Remember to hand in your homework. I'm asleep. Snap a photo of your lewd side for me." It was only 10:30 when she already left me a message. I was hoping for a one-on-one tone, but I guess I was overthinking it. Fortunately, I had enough storage. I turned on the computer, and the hard drive had several teron of videos—more than enough for me to jest off. This was my first time using a cup. Following the instructions, I squeezed some lubricant inside, but my soft cock just wouldn't go in. I took Ms. Zhao's stockings and sniffed them, carefully searching for even the slightest scent that belonged to her. This was undoubtedly my best trigger.

Sure enough, the effect was immediate. I closed my eyes and fantasized about Ms. Zhao's appearance—her profile, her long hair, her long legs, and the stockings she wore during exercise. I got hard, and when I tried a second time, I found the hole was so small. After my persistent efforts, I still went in. With the training of female leads in different films, my mind just couldn't focus. I even imagined all the female leads as Ms. Zhao. It seems that without some fantasy skills, I couldn't complete this kind of "homework."

Only after actually putting it in did I realize there was a hidden cave inside the cup. The raised folds and pebble circled and rubbed against my entire glans, no longer tingling and tingling. The pleasure transmitted from my lower body all the way to the top of my head. Damn, it really felt good. I held the cup and stroked myself, and it was way more effective than my wife's—tight, with strong wrinkles. The icy and cold sensation wasn't great, but with enough lubrication and internal structure, my experience was elevated several levels. "I bought this and stepped on it several times." "It's like stepping on your cock, so soft and limp," "I'm buying you this shoddy stuff, because you, this stray dog, only deserve something at this price." My mind recalled what Ms. Zhao said to me earlier that day, and I was slammed down at the person in the video. Especially when I was about to climax, the suction at the tip of the cup grew even stronger, like a water pump fiercely sucking on my lower body. I felt like I had come several times, and I forgot to take photos and record videos...... I flipped the cup upside down, and the semen slowly dripped into the container, which was less than 5ml...... I really didn't know why she wanted me to do all this.

"Where's your homework?" she messaged me early in the morning. "Just a little," I replied. "You're so useless. How's the cup? Comfortable?" she asked. "Very comfortable, way better than using my hand," I answered. "Of course, it doesn't harm your body as much. Rather, that miserable, pent-up low-quality flesh of yours is perfect for getting drained by this cheap masturbator. I'll tell you, at least once a day, not a single time can be missed. Don't worry, using the cup isn't like using your hand, recovery is very fast," she said. She hadn't checked my photos, which made a weight in my heart finally settle down. Every day, she would come up with different ways to entice me to masturbate, and occasionally she'd send a line or two of voice messages that I'd listen to repeatedly in torment. Strangely enough, as soon as I hear her voice, I instantly get aroused. This real sensation is far more effective than the ASMR online.

Half a month has passed, and I’ve started feeling dizzy and seeing stars. Once a day really isn’t something someone my age can handle, but what’s frustrating is that the cup’s response speed is actually astonishing. Even though I just used it at noon, by evening I inexplicably want to use it again, getting lost in the friction inside the folds of the cup. But even after half a month, the little bottle has only about 45ml of semen, roughly the size of an eye drop bottle. It has now turned transparent, not the white color it was when freshly ejaculated. I carefully put the bottle together every time, afraid of spilling even a drop. The fishy smell is still strong and instantly makes it clear what it is. Sometimes on weekends, when I get excited, I can use it three times a day. I have to say, the cup really is a remarkable invention.

"Let me tell you, after I knew you were enjoying it so well, I showed you a video of me as a private slave. He finally agreed to give it a try too. Every time I waited for him to finish and pour out the semen by lifting the rim of the cup down, that sticky thing was proof I squeezed him dry, and it gave me a huge sense of accomplishment. So, whether you masturbate yourself or not doesn't matter to me anymore. After all, your private slave is yours, and you're just a wild dog. Of course, when I spit you out like this, you feel good too, right? Maybe you'll even give me a shot on the text I type, hahaha." Ms. Zhao was right—the more insulting words were, the more humiliating I appeared. I held the mouse and opened the training video, watching every word she typed for me, while frantically using the masturbator to cover myself, as if I wasn't worthy to be her dog until I was drained. This endless physical exhaustion was finally relieved the day before my wife returned. I secretly hid the cup to avoid unnecessary family conflict. Why didn't I just throw it away? It was probably because she was afraid Ms. Zhao would check my homework again. Fortunately, she never brought up the cup again. I really did become the clown who made her perform for nearly a month for just 26 yuan. But as a simp, I was more than willing. Her submissiveness was gradually suppressed and uncovered, and her various actions only made me feel more and more debased.

"By the way, if you hadn't said anything, I would've forgotten to ask you. Where's your homework for the month?" Damn, why did she suddenly remember...... Luckily, I didn't throw it away. I took out the bottle and waved it in front of her. "Just this little, huh? Are you about to drain it dry? When I stop caring about you, do you still keep stroking like this?" "Yes, I have to live up to the cup you bought me." "You really are shameless. I didn't even ask for more, but you keep going. Does that mean you can still do it even if I ask you to masturbate for half a year?" At that point, your dick would be completely ruined, you wouldn't even be able to get hard, haha." "Why is the goddess online today? Isn't it supposed to be a weekend rest at home?" "Of course I'm online because I have something to do with you, you filthy beast. Come on, I suddenly want you to jerk off for me. Hurry up, get hard in 3 minutes," I sighed, saying I happened to be in the office, and on weekends, I was almost alone. I locked the door behind and took out the hidden cup, but what if there was no lubricant...... "Master, I didn't bring any lubricant." Fools really are fools. Flip open the cup, lick it once, remember to take a photo for me, and right now, immediately—this feeling of being controlled by words is so addictive. I didn't think much of it, just opened the cup and started licking the folds on top, until it was wet. "You're really despicable. You know you've been inside countless times, ejaculated your own stuff, and you still lick? One day, I'll brainwash you into a stupid, despicable beast, don't worry." I took a photo and sent it to Ms. Zhao. Although my full face wasn't shown, just my shameless actions made the dick stir again.

Ms. Zhao was very satisfied with my actions. She sent a voice message to encourage me: 'I'm in a good mood today, so I'll just scold you a few times. How can you be so pathetic? Being thousands of miles away from me, I say a few words and you immediately start jerking off. Do you even have a brain, or are you an animal? At this rate, in the future you'll only be fit to jerk off using the dirty socks I've already worn and was going to throw away. You can't even see me in person; you can only watch my words on the screen... listen to my voice, using a cheap less-than-$30 masturbation sleeve, stroke yourself little by little. You can't even find a proper female S. Normally, when you see your own wife, you appear impotent and premature. I scold you a few times and you get hard. I make you erect in three minutes, and you don't dare go four minutes. Has your brain been completely messed up by me? Come on, keep stroking, faster, I want to hear the sound.' The 50-second-long voice was enough for me to climax several times. I held my phone and recorded with my left hand, while rapidly using the masturbation sleeve with my right hand. The rustling friction sound ground away the last bit of my self-respect. Listening to it, I felt like I couldn't control myself anymore, so I forced myself to stop and report to Ms. Zhao. "Goddess, I think I'm about to cum," "Wait, who told you to so fast? You came so fast, that's too easy for you. Unscrew the cap of that bottle filled with your semen, bite your mouth, then lift your head and watch that sticky thing flow all into your mouth, then cum filthy ...... again." Ah...... This thing has been sitting there for almost a month, could it break...... Besides, this is my own. I hesitated, but her words sounded like an order. Now it seemed that swallowing my own semen after ejaculation was no longer difficult than still swallowing it during the process. Her words were like a spell, making it impossible for me to resist. I had no choice but to hold my phone, put it away, and start recording. I covered my eyes, unscrewed the cap of the small bottle, held it in my mouth, then looked up. The expired semen tasted strange, but it was like Ms. Zhao spreading her legs as a gift to me, making it impossible for me to extricate myself. I never imagined that after experiencing it so many times, I could be this dirty. I panted heavily, my hands moving faster and faster. My mind was filled with Ms. Zhao's humiliating words, and the power of words was revealed at that moment. As the mucus kept flowing into my mouth, I fantasized that she had reached her peak. I came, and after a few days of recovery, my cock erupted again. "I came...... Goddess, I came ......", "Did you drink it?" "Still in my mouth," "Swallow it, hurry!" "I held my breath and swallowed it in one gulp. Although I didn't know what kind of harm it would cause to my body, fortunately it wasn't much." Is it over? "Mm-hmm, I've already swallowed," 'And the one you just came in the fleshlight, fresh, swallow it for me too, got it?' I was dumbfounded; by now, I was feeling a bit nauseous. After all, I had just entered the stage of the sage, but relying on my strong willpower, under Ms. Zhao's continuous voice prompts, I picked up the cup and let the remaining warm substance inside pour into my mouth... and it finally ended.

"You did quite well. It seems my choice to give you the cup and stockings was wise. I was just teasing my private slave. I showed him how you acted. He panted cheekily. If you were under my feet, you'd be even worse. I want to feed my private slave his own drink. You know, my underwear is already soaked. I really want to take it off and press it against your face, but you're just a wild dog, so I think it's better to give it to my private slave. As for you, you can get lost." After saying this, her profile picture went dark. As for what kind of pleasure she would continue afterward, I had no idea.

Apart from sharing the process and chatting with me only, Ms. Zhao has also increased the frequency of our interactions. I feel that she has gradually let down her guard with me. A relationship between two people is forged slowly through bits and pieces of conversation. However, we have not had any deeper contact and remain confined to the internet. After all, separated by so many provinces, neither of us would go to meet the other without reason. She is a person who values family highly and would not casually host a man with the same traits as her husband. This is her principle. Yet, Ms. Zhao is a rare girl with whom, even after such prolonged contact, one cannot lose interest. This is the essential difference in whether there is a soul. I can always hear new things from her, and this gradually ascending sense of depth has never been given to me by any other girl S. I have to admit that I am indeed attracted to younger girls, but such things get tiresome quickly. Ms. Zhao is like a harbor; after traveling thousands of mountains and rivers, I would never forget to stop and savor carefully the place illuminated by her lighthouse.

Of course, there were also times when we hadn’t chatted for half a month—perhaps everyone was busy, or maybe she and I both had fulfilling things going on in real life. We were just ordinary people, after all; how could we be like rich second-generation girls, enjoying leisurely afternoons tea every day? So our relationship became more ordinary. But in ordinary life, a significant turning point occurred, which laid a solid foundation for our subsequent meeting. One day, Ms. Zhao was chatting with me as usual, but unlike usual, her tone seemed somewhat humble, and it was during the daytime on a non-working day, which made me a bit flattered. I had only experienced a similar situation once before, as mentioned earlier, but at that time, she should have been at home taking care of her child and wouldn’t normally appear. She didn’t talk to me energetically about recent events, but instead was unusually curious about me. Her tone was much calmer than before, and she seemed to have less of an S-like attitude.

But as we chatted, I kept feeling that there would be an awkward silence. Normally, we would never be like this; we always have endless topics to talk about, which made me feel very embarrassed. Fortunately, after about 10 minutes of silence, Ms. Zhao returned to her usual self.

"Have you been keeping up with the recent news?" "Not really." "You really are a kid who doesn't care about current affairs." I know this is her area of expertise, but for me, it's really just for amusement. She wouldn't want to talk about these things with me, right? So maybe I need to find a topic to escape. After all, if the conversation doesn't click, even half a sentence feels too much. In fact, I don't mind talking to her about anything; she always brings something new, unexpected, and fresh, whether it's knowledge, casual chat, or anything else—it never feels boring. But in reality, even though I'm chatting as a half-M, when the other person's knowledge and repertoire overwhelm yours, the balance always tips to one side, making you feel like an ignorant worm. That's also why I want to avoid it. She talks incessantly as if telling me everything, but I'm distracted—smart as she is, she can sense it even from the other end of the screen.

"So, are you not interested in topics about the military and race?" "Well... not exactly, I'm a bit busy at the moment." "Oh~ then I'll just get to the key points." Could it also be key points related to current affairs? I frowned and left the chat box there to see what she would send next.

"How did you spend those years abroad? Did you look for anything?" Her question pulled me back into long-forgotten memories. I had indeed been to many countries, whether it was the war-torn regions of South Asia and West Asia, or Africa and Europe. I hadn't been to the Americas or Australia. So today’s stage became me recounting it to her. That year, our team of six people—five men and one woman—went on a business trip to Paris. Among them, one man and one woman were a married couple and also our translators. They were students studying in France and familiar with life and the environment there, later being recruited by our company to work as translators. If I could still manage English a little, French was completely impossible for me. I tried to learn it, but the overly complicated grammar made me give up in less than a month. The purpose of this trip was a small business negotiation, and we were supposed to stay for nearly a month. Unlike some girls who have inexplicable longings for this city, my actual impression was that it was not as good as described in books or videos. People were the same, just with a different skin color and language. The old buildings and subway may look okay from a distance, but up close they were full of cracks, with inscriptions in various foreign languages, no different from the “I was here” carvings I saw on bricks of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda when I was a child. As for the Seine River, it lacked the romantic atmosphere, resembling our moat, with floating garbage giving off a stench, which made me lose my liking for this so-called 'advanced' city.

We rented a small villa, two floors, serving as a long-term office base and for colleagues staying here for extended periods. A single room with a nice overall environment. In less than a week, I was already familiar with the surroundings and could run around freely. Colleagues all went to famous classic spots for photos. Although I followed them, their eyes lingered on the blonde young lady with heterochromatic eyes. In fact, most of the girls here have black hair and much fairer skin—not the bleak kind with cosmetics, but a natural, rosy look. Some girls have a few freckles on their faces, but as the saying goes, fair skin covers a hundred flaws. Generally, it's hard to find someone with particularly low looks—maybe it's because we live in the city. Of course, among the crowd were quite a few dark-skinned species. These spirited French people were basically African tycoons, immigrants, dressed stylishly, and spraying pungent perfume. Only when you got close could you smell a body odor that didn't match the perfume. Speaking of body odor, white people have it too, but since the introduction of skin color filters, everything has been toned down. Humans really are double-standard animals.

Our male translator is a playboy. He has a retro slicked-back hairstyle and braids, and speaks with a strong, standard French accent. His wife is rather unattractive, but she is very good at makeup, which hides her flaws well. Honestly, in all the time I've known them, I have never even seen his wife without makeup. After spending so much time among men, any woman of the same race looks beautiful to me; I must have been holding back for too long.

The male translator likes going to bars. He said that they often attended such parties back in college, so it was nothing unusual for them. He even encouraged us to loosen up a bit. The few old-fashioned people with me naturally had more guilty intentions than courage. As for me, I just quietly followed behind. I knew my hobby was hard to talk about, and if my colleagues knew even a little, it would completely ruin my social life, so I had to be very cautious. In this unfamiliar city, not knowing the language made every step difficult. Even if I wanted to go out and have fun, I had to have a translator with me. Several times I almost gave up. Watching them dance closely with a group of foreign girls, I could only secretly focus on those high-heeled feet. Their makeup was heavy, especially with solid colors, but because of the complexion differences, the colors contrasted sharply, which inevitably reminded me of the queens in foreign films. I was staring absentmindedly at one of the girls when the male translator came running over, reeking of alcohol. 'Why not go over and have fun with them?' 'I'm socially anxious.' 'It's fine. We're in a foreign land. If you don't find some fun for yourself, how could you cope? Or, I could introduce you to someone separately, go to a private room?' By the time I snapped out of it, I realized the few old-timers had already disappeared from my sight. The male translator helped these old-timers on certain terms. First, it would make them speak more favorably about him in front of the leadership, which directly affected his bonuses. Secondly, he demanded that they keep quiet about his wife. Men are men, and those who understand, understand. Only when you hold other people's weaknesses in your hands can everyone check and balance each other. This way, when interests align highly, men unite.

Of course, the male translator's wife knew he was like that. She was very open-minded in principle and didn't mind anything except sex. After all, she was at school... It is said that she is also a big goofball. This was told to me by the male translator after he got drunk. They don't interfere in each other's private lives, especially when they are abroad, but once they have children, they must return to family life. I deeply admire the trust and openness between them.

He drunkenly dragged a girl over to me. She had red hair, but I couldn’t tell if it was dyed or her natural color. 'Go, have her keep you company,' he said. 'But I don’t speak French.' 'It’s fine, if worse comes to worst, use a phone translator. My buddy is off having fun too. It’s the weekend, enjoy yourself.' 'Aren’t you worried about sister Lily?' I reminded him kindly. 'Haha, don’t mention it. If we mention it, you wouldn’t know anyway. She’s probably playing with her old classmates by now. We should just enjoy ourselves,' he replied, and I felt a bit relieved. Secretly, I followed the girl in front of me outside. She babbled in French, but I didn’t understand a word. Under the night sky and streetlights, I examined her closely. She was slightly thin, not so curvy. Not every foreigner is so well-developed, apparently. If I had to describe, her vibe was like Jinx from League of Legends. I took out my phone and asked her age and occupation. She said she was still a student, only 19, though I didn’t really believe her, but she didn’t look that old. She wore Martin boots and black stockings on her calves. Honestly, this style wasn’t really my type. One side of her ear was pierced with multiple earrings, and she had one on her lower lip as well. I wanted to be with those extraordinary, mature older sisters, not this kind of exotic, spirited little sister.

She led me into a room in another building. It seemed to have been pre-booked. I asked her if she had opened it, and she told me that the handsome guy with braided hair had already paid the fee. I thought to myself that this translator really knew how to handle things, but I felt there was a trap. I didn't do much, just sat on the bed chatting with her, saying it was a bit much. She told me there was only 90 minutes and said I liked how to play. She took off her denim jacket, and her arms and back had all kinds of tattoos. I asked her if the other girls with her colleagues knew her. She told me that those people were all different types; some looked like mature women and were more voluptuous. Oh my, the little translator had already chosen partners for us based on our types, but I also wanted to try those older ladies. Under the dim light, her skin didn't seem as fair anymore, but she was still youthful. I was afraid the translator would catch us on something, so I just chatted with the young lady.

Time passed quickly, and I felt a bit unwilling. I figured it would cost a lot of money, and I probably wouldn't get another chance like this. I started dragging her shoes. She was stunned for a moment, but not too curious. She was sweaty, but there was no sour smell. Her whole body was covered in a strong perfume scent, and even a little distance made her dizzy. I wanted to seize this opportunity. After all, no one else knew me abroad, so I took out my own change and told her the extra tip was a tip, and asked her to tell the male translator that we were having a normal sex routine. The girl was a bit happy, rambling on and even giving a thumbs up. She placed her stocking-clad feet on my legs. Even I, who had been away from women for so long, reacted to the scene before me. She rubbed the bulge on my jeans with one foot, a rustling sensation that felt very comfortable.

I told her I admired white people so much that I even wanted to be their dog. Maybe because of the translator, she didn't quite understand. I knelt on the bed and sniffed her feet, and she immediately understood. I took out my phone and searched Twitter for several videos of women abusing men. They were all of white queens and black male slaves. Although she found it unbelievable, she was clearly familiar with them. Imitating the scene, she lifted my chin with her foot. I instantly hardened. I had long cared whether she would tell the translator everything, so I dropped to my knees and licked her boots as she took them off. She asked if I could show her friends the film. I asked about the gender—it was female—so I gladly agreed. To be safe, I covered my eyes with a mask.

To foreigners, they could hardly remember what Asians looked like—just like how we look at foreigners. She clamped her feet around my neck, hooked it in front of her skirt, and then video-called her friends. Although I couldn't understand what they were saying—it must have been insult or contempt—the pleasure of revealing it surged into my temples. I took off my pants and stroked my little cock, trembling in front of them. Compared to European men, that size was really small. Sure enough, I got a mocking laugh. I really regretted not learning French properly, or I would have understood how they humiliated me. I took off the black stockings from her calves, covered my nose, and sniffed them wildly. Is this what a ghost girl smells like? It felt so thrilling, I felt so humble I felt like I was being invaded. I put her foot on my head, signaling her to step on me. She stood up, stomping on her while slapping her friend. It seemed like there was more than one person over there. I heard the voices of three or four different girls. It was truly humiliating. I spat on the floor, pointed at her mouth, then at my face, then opened my mouth wide to wait. The girl understood immediately, took a few sips, and the sweetness from France made me intoxicated. Feeling that wasn't enough, I searched for several videos for her to watch. She held my phone while watching them, while I enthusiastically licked her feet. I have to say, young girls' feet are really delicate and very white. Her toenails were black nail polish, matching her outfit. That gothpunk vibe—even if I didn't like it, because she was a woman, I couldn't resist. She imitated the video, stomping on my belly, stepping on my body, and even placed the other foot on my face.

After about ten minutes, she reminded me that time was running out. I regretted wasting so much time chatting. I knelt before her, kowtowing and wanting her to give me a footjob. She awkwardly stepped on my cock on my stomach, rubbing back and forth. Seeing her put down her phone, I relieved myself and took off my mask. Just watching her face like that, actually, she was quite pretty—the kind of bad woman persona. Maybe there was really no time. She sat down on my face and started stroking me with her hand. After a few strokes, I was already climaxing. She took out some tissue to wipe me and asked how she was doing. I gave her a thumbs-up, really not knowing how to say it in French. She took out my translation app and said something that left a deep impression on me: "Playing with a low-class race like you with yellow skin is really exciting." She was sure I wouldn't complain like a translator, but that sentence stayed with me for a long time afterward.

When I returned to the room, they still hadn’t finished playing, and there wasn’t even the translator’s wife; maybe they had added some other activities. I added the girl on Instagram, but due to the language barrier, I only looked at the daily posts she usually shared, and there was no further interaction. Thinking back carefully to when she sat on me, there was a bit of an unusual smell from her lower body, but at that moment, my brain was already filled with hormones, so I simply didn’t notice it at the time. The month passed very quickly, and afterwards we were heading to a country in North Africa. Everyone kept quiet about that night, as if it never happened. I couldn’t imagine how those old perverts would act when facing a white girl; they probably wouldn’t be any more lewd than I was. Perhaps this is what it means to be an M, not thinking about possessing or venting, but willingly accepting the role of a dog from an inferior race. This kind of character enhancement makes an otherwise ordinary game even more thrilling.

Ms. Zhao listened to my experience with great interest. She told me she used to play similar games with her husband. She herself was racist, enjoying the contempt and insults of higher races toward inferior ones. When sending off the child, she handcuffed him and shackled him, made him wear a hood and gag, and locked him kneeling in a small room. Half an hour later, she changed into a one-piece slit underwear, tight vest, patent leather thong, knee-high leather gloves, boots, and a metal mask. She told me these were all cheap online and just props, so she wasn't very particular about quality. She felt like an old European aristocrat wearing them. She dragged her husband out of the room, tore off his blindfold, grabbed the ring on his hood with one hand, and held her phone with flash to shine on his face with the other. She told him that he was just a filthy, lowly Jewish boar. All noble women were their masters, his goddesses. You Jewish pigs entered the concentration camp under my goddess's control, and you became their supreme ruler. Ms. Zhao said their play was like a play; it was even more interesting when both of them played roles. She told her M that she easily executed dozens of low-class Jewish outcasts, who were immediately sent to the crematorium. Their ashes had long been mixed with cement, becoming the path of the concentration camp that the goddess was about to set foot......

Actually, this kind of content is a bit exaggerated. I prefer training that is close to reality, so when Ms. Zhao told me this, I wasn't very immersed. After she talked to me endlessly, I didn't even get hard. Of course, I wouldn't dare tell her about this. Everyone's fantasies don't resonate. At least others have someone to use as a prop, while I either use the film to masturbate, fantasize about Ms. Zhao's voice lines, or when I can't hold it in, I can only find paid S who only know how to handle the process. But when it comes to racial oppression, I do have a bit of experience.

After returning to North Africa from France, we had to stay in Algeria for nearly half a year. Because of the pandemic, we rarely went out. In the villa, besides a Chinese cook (auntie), myself, two colleagues, and two translators, there was also an assistant cook. I had a particularly deep impression of this little assistant cook. What she did was very simple—washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, cleaning, helping us wash dishes, and so on. It is said that working with Chinese people pays much more than working outside. Although she was young, she was already a mother of two children, but from my estimate, she was at most about 22 years old. Her face was quite pleasant, relatively attractive among black people, with slightly brown skin and big eyes. Compared to Europeans, Africans care more about their appearance because of the inherent disadvantage of their skin color, which they can only make up for with makeup. They would focus on their eyelashes and hairstyles. People who have watched 'A Song of Ice and Fire' should be familiar with the maid beside Daenerys Targaryen; she roughly looked like that—although she was black, she was not off-putting. Only the chef auntie would boss her around, yelling and shouting. It was apparent that for the sake of money, she chose to endure it. Sometimes the sound she made washing dishes was very loud, and she would let the water run with a splashing sound. Anyone with a keen eye could see that this was a silent form of resistance. And I, at this time, would mischievously turn off the tap, and she would glare at me. After a few attempts, she realized that I wouldn't tell anyone about such behavior, and then she became even more reckless. When I turned off the water, she would turn it on again. The two of us would argue like children, back and forth, and in the end, we both laughed, laughing at each other's childishness.

She had already been a long-term assistant cook for us. Since she had also learned some Chinese cooking methods, sometimes when the chef was lazy, she would handle everything herself. Moreover, this girl was relatively hardworking, so the management kept her on, after all, it’s easier to deal with someone you know. Over time, whenever she went back to visit her family, the female translator and the chef would give her the clothes and shoes they didn’t want anymore, because the village she came from was still relatively poor. It was at these times that I could see her few precious smiles.

The young black assistant cook doesn’t have her own room; she lives in the warehouse, with just a simple straw mat on the floor. Compared to our thick and soft mattresses, her living conditions are quite harsh. But the translator said that if she were at home, she would live even worse, after all, the air conditioning runs twenty-four hours in the room, there are no mosquitoes, and there’s nothing special at night, so she can have a good sleep or whatever. Our vegetables and daily necessities are almost all kept in that warehouse. Although it’s called a warehouse, it’s actually a small compartment on the first floor of the villa, only big enough to fit a bed. The assistant cook sleeps there. Every time I take something out, I can’t help but glance at the place where she lies and her slippers, and all kinds of wicked thoughts always spring into my mind.

I tried searching online for SM videos involving black people, especially those where a black woman is training a white submissive man. The contrastive thrill when that black-and-pink pussy is being filled by someone else makes my hormones swell once again. Or maybe in such an environment, every time I see the little assistant cook, my fondness for her increases a bit. I would secretly give her some European imported fruits that I bought overtime. At first, she refused them, fearing that I would report to the head chef. Later, when she realized I wouldn’t do that, she became more fearless. Her best trait is that she never actively asks me for anything; she just takes what I give her, never refuses. When she has free time, she hides in the storage room to listen to music, and her phone is also a very old-fashioned one.

I noticed I started going to the warehouse more often. Once, while she was taking lunch break, I happened to go get something. Watching her lying there, I tiptoed my feet. She was very thin—you could say most African women are very thin, especially from poor families. When I got closer, I noticed she didn't smell much. Sometimes at night, she even treated her as the object of her fantasies. I felt hopeless. When she was on vacation, I would kneel on the ground like a dog and sniff where she had lain, a faint body odor mixed with perfume. The more I thought about it, the harder my cock got. I still felt that I had held back too long to react to a black man. Because I know there's nothing I can do. Besides fantasizing, I'm surrounded by colleagues. If I make a mistake, not only will I lose my job, but I'll become a laughingstock for others. I endure it, but every night I keep watching related videos to push myself and accept this kind of setup. Damn it, the days I'll get home are still far off. I'm an M myself—are you going to suffocate me in a place like this? I started to get bolder. I would occasionally observe her movements, secretly rummage through the tissues she'd wiped her mouth in the tissues, and rush in immediately after she went to the bathroom. I took deep breaths of the strange smell coming from the cramped bathroom—a mix of gold, body odor, and perfume. It made my desire surge wildly. I almost wanted to kneel down and lick the toilet, but remembering that the head chef lady also used it, I gave up.

Logically speaking, the head chef auntie should be the authentic Asian; although she's a bit older and a bit overweight, she should still arouse desire. No, no, no, compared to the African girl in front of me, the young body is far more attractive than this lump of yellow flesh. I rummaged through the toilet paper basket, and since I couldn't tell who was who, I had to give up.

Although the African girl comes from the countryside, a particularly underdeveloped place, her tall figure, hip line, breasts, and overall body are almost perfectly stunning, without a trace of excess fat. This even made our female translator praise her. When we have meals together, she is often teased about her explosive figure and good looks, with comments that she shouldn’t have married so early. But the girl always smiles shyly. She is already a mother of three children, and even though she is just in her early twenties, she tries various ways to survive in the big city to earn money for the kids’ milk. The life routine of the little kitchen helper is very regular: she gets up early, goes to the restroom, washes her hands and starts preparing vegetables. After we finish breakfast, she is responsible for washing dishes and cleaning. The remaining roughly one hour is her leisure time. Unnoticed, she replaced the ordinary phone she had when she first arrived with a smartphone. If before she just immersed herself in music with her earphones in, after changing phones, her life seemed to become more colorful. She would occasionally laugh at video content, and her laugh is very beautiful. I feel more and more fascinated by her. She might be lying on the mat on her stomach, on her side, or lying down. Occasionally, when I pass by, she has her back to me, and her underwear under the short skirt is clearly visible. I know she doesn’t dress like that on purpose; after all, during her rest time, she wants to be as relaxed as possible. She changes her underwear very frequently, likely once a day. I often see her hanging lingerie in the corner of the yard, but it’s all just cleaned.

I feel the fire in my mind is burning stronger and stronger. Under the pandemic, we are like prisoners, unable to go out, with no chance of enjoying the outside world at all. I don't know how long these days will continue. In my dreams, I often see that French punk girl, but her skin gradually changes from fair to dark, and then her face changes, yet this doesn't affect my admiration for her at all. Only after waking up do I realize that the person I secretly wanted to worship in my mind—isn't it actually the little sous-chef?

The accident happened on a rainy evening, one day during the rainy season. Several colleagues were fast asleep in their rooms due to overtime. Usually, no one came out at this hour, and the translator couple might be enjoying their own private life. This had nothing to do with me. Today was the weekend, and tonight was when the little kitchen chef returned from visiting relatives. But now, it would be two hours earlier than that time. I sneaked into the small storage room. The bamboo mat had lost its warmth. I was observing something. In the corner, she had already changed into new sandals, looking very sexy. Although they were flat-soles, the shoes woven from bags became the object of my fantasy again. After making sure no one was around, I knelt there, picked up the shoes, and started licking them vigorously, leaving every spot she had stepped on......

I heard the sound of the door opening behind me, and I was startled. I hurriedly put my shoes in place and ran out. She came back earlier than usual, perhaps because of the rain. I instinctively avoided her gaze, but she kindly greeted me in French. I was so nervous, afraid that what had just happened was seen. I anxiously hid inside the house, countless scenarios flashed through my mind of her exposing me, and I even started trembling. But I was sure she hadn't seen, after all, the small warehouse was still some distance from the back door. After that, I noticed her looks at me became strange. She would say something to the translator in my presence, and I was so scared, so, so nervous… Perhaps it was just psychological, but under this pressure, I was nearly collapsing. I hid in my room and hardly went out except to eat.

A week passed like this. I thought everything would be peaceful, but it was another rainy day. I was watching a movie in my room when suddenly someone knocked on the door. I straightened my clothes, covered my slightly erect genitals with a blanket, and called the person to come in. To my surprise, it was the assistant cook. I gasped inwardly. I had been here for so long, and she had never been in my room before. She babbled something which I couldn’t understand at all. The shoes on her feet were the ones I had licked that day. Seeing that I didn’t understand, she dialed a number on her phone and handed it to me. A translated voice said, 'Have her help you clean your room. You haven’t come out for several days, and with the current epidemic, frequent disinfection is needed.' I finally felt relieved. The assistant cook took off her shoes, grabbed a mop, and cleaned every corner of my room. The strong smell of disinfectant made it a bit hard for me to breathe. Her feet stepped directly on the floor—wouldn’t it slip? Instinctively, I patted her and pointed to the shoes outside, signaling that she could wear them inside, and smiled at her. She waved her hand, refusing my offer, but I insisted, so I went outside, held her shoes by hand, then slowly squatted down and placed them by her feet. At that moment, I felt like I wanted to serve her like a servant, like a servant to a Black person, almost helping her put them on, but I restrained myself. I didn’t dare. Although she was a bit surprised, she didn't overreact; she smiled shyly at me, hooked her shoe with her toe, and put it on herself. At that moment, I realized that black and red could look so perfect together. I forgot that I was still squatting there. I just looked up at her, and she looked down at me. How great it would be if she could spit on my face—I would definitely be able to lick it all clean.

The 'ura' sound from her mouth pulled me back to reality. It seemed that I had blocked her way, but she had already cleaned up. She then started to tidy up my trash bags, and only then did I realize that there were tissues with my semen in the trash bag. However, I hesitated, as if I deliberately wanted her to see it. She opened the trash bag; the tissue on top was crumpled and obviously had an unusual smell, but she didn't say anything, acting as if nothing had happened, and tied up the bag.

The room became tidy again, but my desire to do something grew stronger. A month later, we needed to go out shopping. Actually, here, apart from the Chinese, others had no protective measures at all. They believed they had a natural immunity to the epidemic, and in fact, it was true. The people in the mall stared at our group of mask-wearing Asians as if we were monsters, and my old colleague even wore two layers of N95 masks; I suspected he was almost suffocating. I deliberately separated from everyone and bought a pair of women's shoes on a shelf in the supermarket, also flat, the kind that looked very intellectual. I avoided everyone's gaze, paid quickly, and put them into the bag. My heart was pounding; if I got caught, I would just say I bought them for my girlfriend, and probably no one would suspect.

The assistant chef wanted to increase her income, so she volunteered to take many jobs. Our rooms were supposed to be cleaned herself; she only needed to clean the hallways and common areas. The translator asked if we needed to clean the room regularly. Two old colleagues, afraid of losing things or naturally disliking Black people, refused without hesitation. In the end, only the translator couple and I agreed to clean. Even then, the veteran colleagues mocked us, saying young people should be more diligent and not let others do everything. I told them that cleaning the room would give her extra income, which was also a kind of help for her. Since then, at least twice a week, the assistant chef would come to my room to help me clean, while I sat in the back, admiring her graceful figure. When she bent over, I could clearly see her full breasts. I couldn't imagine how someone so thin could have such a large chest and such perky hips. I joked with the translator, who said the low body fat percentage was mainly due to poor nutrition, so there was hardly any chance to eat meat. The assistant chef ate what we had leftovers here. As for the perky buttocks, maybe it was a matter of posture. The translator vividly said that the wealthier the family here, the heavier the girls.

I occasionally shared my fruit with her. At first, she refused, but seeing my enthusiasm, she quietly accepted it. She began to smile at me and was no longer so cold. What was really keeping us apart was just the language barrier.

Recently, my sleep quality has been poor, so I decided to practice abstinence. Two weeks later, I realized that not masturbating was really uncomfortable. Every time I saw the little helper turning her back to me and bending over to clean, my penis felt like it was about to explode. At this point, skin color wasn't an obstacle for me at all. The longer I looked at her, the more I thought her appearance wasn't bad among black people. Back home, I've tried gold, so what wouldn't I dare?

One day, my colleague and the translator went out on a work assignment and wouldn't be back until evening. Since it just happened that my part wasn't involved, the room was left with only the chef, the little black girl, and me. They weren't coming back for dinner that night. The chef asked if I was hungry, and after knowing my answer, she said she was very tired and wanted to rest for a while. She asked if I could manage on my own or just have the assistant cook something simple. I agreed. The older woman happily closed the door, maybe to play on her phone, maybe to sleep. It was just the two of us in the kitchen. She quietly washed the vegetables and prepared dinner for me. I stood not far behind her, watching her. Her pair of shoes was obviously very cheap, with some parts already cracked. I thought this was a good opportunity. When she brought the meal to me, I took out the shoes I had prepared in advance. On the translator, I wrote, 'Thank you for preparing dinner for me; this is for you.' She seemed a bit surprised and couldn't believe it. She pointed to herself, as if saying, 'Is this really for me?' I nodded, knelt on one knee, and helped take the shoes off her feet. At that moment, I felt like a gentleman, very bold. She was somewhat frightened, her hands pressing on the cabinet behind her, not daring to move. I had noted her shoe size earlier, so the fit would definitely be fine. She walked a few steps in the room, seeming very pleased, continuously saying 'thank you,' which was the only French I could understand.

My hand accidentally touched her foot, and I couldn't help but want to lick my fingers immediately. But that seemed too perverted. I typed 'Just throw away the old shoes' into the translation app, but she shook her head. Maybe she still wanted to give them to someone else, or maybe she couldn't bear to part with them. Keep in mind, the shoes I bought for her cost several times more than the pair she had. I was also thinking of doing some outrageous things with her old shoes, which made me feel a bit disappointed. And so, we remained in a standstill. Suddenly, she took my phone and entered a string of characters under the 'French' section, which translated to, 'Do you want my shoes?' I didn't know how to reply. If I said it was to help her throw them away, her reluctance would have been understandable, but honestly, I also felt a bit excited. My mind was buzzing, feeling the opportunity right in front of me, or it might vanish in an instant. What should I do? What should I do? My heart was racing as I stared at the cursor blinking in the chat box. She seemed to be waiting for my reply. I silently wrote, 'I think you look very beautiful in sandals, and your feet are very beautiful too.' When I pressed 'translate,' my heart thumped so hard I felt it in my throat. I quietly handed the phone to her, turning my head aside, not daring to look at her.

After a short pause, she poked my shoulder with her finger. Her smile was a bit strange, but what I could read was that it wasn't a mocking smile, nor a smile suggesting she wanted to tell someone. She typed another string of characters on her phone and pressed translate: 'If you like it, then it's yours. Thank you for the beautiful shoes you gave me.' My cheeks flushed a bit. A grown man asking a little African girl for a pair of worn shoes—I'm not sure if they casually engage in SM or have a fetish for feet; I suppose she must be very, very traditional, and perhaps wouldn’t understand. 'Please don’t tell anyone about me giving you the shoes,' she glanced over and nodded, thanked me again, clipped the two shoes together, and handed them to me. My heart was pounding; I took the shoes back to my room. After locking the door, I almost collapsed to the floor. She wouldn’t tell others, right? She shouldn’t—I’ve been so good to her. I looked at the shoes in my hand—they were just simple, old shoes covered in dust, with footprints stained by sweat. I held them to my nose and checked; there was no strange smell. I thought about the little sous-chef, and I started licking them frantically. She had given them to me personally... I didn’t steal them or take them by force; what I was doing was entirely rightful. I kept reassuring myself, but for some reason, my lower body just wouldn’t respond.

A couple of days passed, everything was quiet, and I felt too embarrassed to face her until she came to clean my room again. She politely knocked and came in, and I knew what she was going to do. I sat in front of my computer without moving, signaling that she could start cleaning. I closed the door; she hesitated for a moment, but in broad daylight, she likely didn’t worry that I would do anything to her. After all, compared to me, it was she who feared losing her job more. So, I became bolder. I opened my phone and found a video of a white person licking a black person's feet. Then, I typed the following words into the computer translator: 'Dear Miss, hello, I am very grateful for your help in cleaning my room and cooking for me. You are very beautiful, the most beautiful and kind girl I have seen in this country. I like the sound of girls’ voices, immensely so. Perhaps you don’t understand this feeling, but I promise it will never harm anyone. If you agree, please allow me to do as in the video.' After typing this, my hands were still trembling. I let her come and look at what I had written, then handed my phone to her, turning the volume down to the minimum as I played it. Meanwhile, I stood up and went onto the balcony. I didn’t dare go back and face her. I didn’t know what expression she had, but my heart was full of anticipation.

She knocked on the door of the balcony, waved at me, and then gestured for me to go away. I knew my request had failed. I felt a bit disappointed, but it also told me that I couldn’t have any strange thoughts about her in the future. I began to become rational, so I took the pair of worn-out shoes she had given me from under the bed and returned them to her. Although they had traces of things from my body, I had already cleaned them spotless. I forced a smile, trying not to make her feel disgusted, trying not to make her think I was a monster. Perhaps if she had agreed, the atmosphere wouldn’t have been so awkward. But she refused. “Thank you for giving back the shoes, I can go home and let my family wear them,” she said. She didn’t know how to type on a computer, so she used my phone and wrote this in a translation app. I smiled helplessly; after all, this was just my own fantasy.

In the days that followed, I no longer harbored improper thoughts about the little assistant. Somehow, this uneventful experience and the nameless desire in my mind were suppressed. Just like before, when I had something tasty in my hands, I would still intentionally save a portion for her, and she continued to wear the pair of shoes I had given her. She took great care of them, as I rarely saw those shoes get dirty, and even when she came back on rainy days, she would clean them thoroughly.

In another month, I will be returning to my country. I have to admit that I still feel a bit reluctant to leave here. Nothing has changed; I no longer have much interaction with the little helper. I have put away my previous creepy behavior; I will no longer kneel to smell the cool mat she lay on or the shoes she stepped on while she is on vacation. I am leaving the day after tomorrow. I cannot sleep at night. To be honest, in a foreign land, I still kind of like her, but I neither want to have sex nor hug her, after all, she is Black. At 9 PM, the lights in the hallway went out. Most people were tucked in their rooms enjoying their own entertainment, and so was I. My door was knocked on. Seeing no response, I went over and opened the door. She stood gracefully at the door, holding her phone in her hand. There was no bucket or mop beside her, and it wasn’t the time for cleaning either. She tried to ask for her phone, and I handed it to her. She skillfully typed on the translation app and then handed it back to me: 'I heard you’re leaving, never coming back again?' I nodded; in this lifetime, I probably won’t come back to this place. She seemed a bit melancholy. She continued writing, 'Thank you for the help you’ve given me. You have given my child many things; I have nothing to repay you.' I smiled. Of course, it’s not necessary. This is just my gratitude toward a kind person; I don’t expect her to give me anything. She seemed somewhat shy, wanting to say something but stopping herself. She peeked her head toward the door to make sure no one was around, then carefully entered the room. She placed her hands over her chest and took a deep breath. She asked me if she could close the door, and I nodded.

In the dimly lit room, the air conditioner was humming, and I had set the temperature very low, feeling even a slight chill. A few small mosquitoes were flying around the light tube, making a buzzing, irritating sound. She reached out her hand, trying to take my phone again. 'You still like feet?' I nodded, and typed, 'This is my hobby; I don't think it will change in my lifetime.' She became even more shy, tilting her head to the side, and then silently took one foot out of her shoe, placing it on the shoe's surface. It was a black foot but very delicate—whether it was the arch, the toes, or the bright red nail polish, the skin on the sole was pale. Aside from the skin color, it was nearly perfect. 'If this can be considered my token of thanks to you...' This time, she couldn't face me. When she handed me the phone, she used her hand to cover her face. I understood; I understood that this was the last chance, but instead, I had no malicious thoughts. I slowly knelt down, setting aside my inner burden. I felt that what she was expressing was sincerity, a way of thanking a friend. I didn't hesitate and laid down to kiss it. Even though my actions were like those of a dog, there was not a trace of impurity in them. I first kissed the top of her foot, then sucked on her toes, licking each one carefully. She made a very faint sound in her mouth, and she clenched the folds of her skirt with her fists. I licked her toes one by one; there wasn’t even a hint of off-smell. The fragrance from her calves was just right. I helped her sit on my bed. She was a little nervous, thinking I was going to do something, while I kept a safe distance so she could let down her guard. Then, kneeling in front of her again, I cupped her feet, looked at her face, and licked them passionately. She gently closed her eyes, her head slowly tilting back, enjoying everything until both of her feet were wet from my licking.

My lower body was already very hard, but I knew that for her to do this, she must have mustered up courage. I didn't want my image to be completely ruined in front of her, so I had to know my limits. I pinched the base of myself hard, and after licking the last of her soles, I took out a wet wipe and cleaned her feet thoroughly, then devoutly helped her put on her shoes. "Thank you for fulfilling my little wish. I hope this can remain a secret between us." Her dark skin masked her shy expression, but eyes don't lie. I shook hands with her and opened the door.

On the day I was leaving, a colleague saw me off at the bus, and she was also among the crowd. She was in the corner, in a place where no one could see her, waving at me. Suddenly, my eyes became moist. I didn’t know what I was so reluctant to let go of. She and I never had a queen-and-servant dynamic, even though I had fantasized about her personal belongings, I didn’t think it was filthy. I packed up the things I didn’t need, pressed the scattered local currency at the very bottom, and then placed it in a corner of the warehouse. That was for her, hoping it could become her last memory.

"So this is your experience abroad. Listening to you ramble on for so long, it’s not really that exciting," Ms. Zhao said. Apparently, just as I wasn’t interested in her 'racial-like training,' she wasn’t even aroused by these mundane parts of my experience. But what I could recall was only that faint trace of sadness.

So my chat with Ms. Zhao ended on an unpleasant note. Just before logging off, she told me that her husband had snooped on her phone and gone through her chat history. It was only when she described how she would 'punish' him that night for this behavior that I realized it was actually her husband who had chatted with me that day.

I had originally been looking forward to her telling me what kind of punishment she gave her husband, but when we chatted the next day, the person on the other side of the screen directly revealed their identity. "Hello, I am the private slave of Ms. Zhao, who you mentioned. Nice to meet you this way." "Uh... don’t you mind me chatting with your wife?" "I don’t mind, after all, you are also an M, and as an M, you can best understand someone like yourself." "I am too. Knowing that my chat partner is you, I don’t mind." "She often talks about you at home, about your experiences. Honestly, I’m quite envious of your freedom and ease. To be honest, even though I have such a mistress, who is also an indispensable lady of the house, it seems a bit exhausting." "Aren’t you afraid she’ll know you told me this? I think she loves you quite a lot." "I’ll delete the chat history, and I think you’re not the type to snitch." That’s right, I don’t want to break up someone else’s family. Besides, all of Ms. Zhao’s experiences come from her so-called private slave, so why would I cut off the source of this pleasure? "Next time you come back to Hunan, let’s have a drink. I also really want to hear your experiences firsthand, from the perspective of the same kind. She’s back, I have to log off now."

His figure disappeared, just as I expected. The master-wife, servant-husband dynamic cannot possibly persist forever. No matter how the man or woman changes their ways, eventually, things will settle into mediocrity. Perhaps only Ms. Zhao stubbornly believes she has a way to reverse this situation. Unlike me, this man has remained loyal; he would never go behind Ms. Zhao's back to see someone else.

"It seems my private slave logged into my account. Did he talk to you about anything?" "Ah, I don't know." "You two are teaming up to trick me, right? The chat history also has gaps." I didn't know if she was deliberately deceiving me or really didn't know, so I changed the subject. "I seem to have recently become obsessed with cuckoldry. I don't know why, but I definitely won't play this in real life. I hate hearing men's voices." "Oh, your fetish keeps expanding. I discovered that my private slave also has a bit of it. The other day we watched a cuckold video together, and I noticed that when I held him, it felt firmer than usual. He knows this situation could never happen to me, absolutely impossible. My ethical views wouldn't allow it." "What if it's just role-playing~" I continued to probe. "That’s impossible too. Where would I find such a man? Moreover, my values don't allow a man to have the same status as me, so he shouldn't even dream about it." I sent a smiling emoji, successfully shifting the conversation.

Ms. Zhao chatted with me about everyday life at home as usual. To me, the so-called training had become uninteresting, always hearing the same things. I no longer, like before, get aroused when hearing things about them. Occasionally, I would change the subject and do things I liked instead of chatting with her. We only started sharing nice-looking videos with each other, and she still enjoyed verbal humiliation, believing that words are the soul, and I felt the same. Sometimes, a single voice message from her would pique my interest, but not as frequently as before. Over six months, her vigilance towards me had decreased a lot, and her personality had become more approachable instead of lofty. 'I recorded a voice while going to the bathroom to pee and want to send it to my private slave. He didn’t go to work today because I locked him up. By sending this to him, what I want is his worship of me. This goddess is happy today, so I’m sending it to you too.'

I couldn't wait to put on my headphones. It felt like an empty room, probably their company restroom. I could hear the girls talking, but I couldn't make out what they were talking about. Gradually, I heard water dripping, then it started to grow rapid. She whispered into the phone receiver, "Want to drink? You useless bastard, must be missing me at home. Are you just wanting to start jerking off my underwear and boots? After being locked up for so many days, how do you feel? Come listen to the sounds of the master peeing. I'll feed you tonight." I'm so aroused, my lower body is rock hard. This plain, unpretentious teasing language is totally addictive. "Your words are still sharp, I can't control myself," "I told you, you're just a stray dog. Go stroll with my voice message, remember to be a little cheesy." I listened several times, finally lost control, released it in the bathroom, and took a photo of her. Goddess, look, your voice message just blanked me out," "Looks like I should lock you up too, lick what you came out, and send me a voice message thanking me." I looked disdainfully at what was in my hand, closed my eyes, frowned, licked it, and swallowed it. "Thank you, girl. I'm that unrepentant wild dog. I hope one day I can drink your holy water myself." "Keep dreaming, get lost, I'm off to the gym," she said, ignoring me.

In the days that followed, on average, I would receive such a voice message once a week—sometimes it was the sound of someone peeing in the toilet, sometimes it was the sound of clearing the throat to spit, or fragments secretly recorded while she was training her husband. I don’t know how many of my descendants these voice messages have deceived away. I originally thought that it was all impossible, but heaven gave me a chance. We were going to Changsha to attend a conference, lasting four days in total: the first two days for meetings, and the last two days either for company team-building or free activities. I chose the latter. The trip would begin in two weeks, and I quietly started preparing for my own purpose.

Chapter 8 Meeting in Changsha

"Goddess, if I can go to Changsha, can I come to see you?" "Goddess, I’m going to a meeting in Changsha, please have a meal with me and your private servant." "Goddess, can I see you… I beg you to adjust the price together." I lay on the bed and couldn’t sleep no matter what. I also knew that Ms. Zhao has social anxiety, and the chance of her seeing me was very slim, but I knew that if I missed this time, I wouldn’t know when I could go to Hunan again. This opportunity was once in a lifetime.

I only have two weeks' time, and I'm figuring out how I can persuade her to meet me. I don't know how to start the conversation, but if I only contact her after I go, I fear it will be too late. We've known each other for so long, and she is very cautious with me—or rather, with anyone. Even though we've chatted so intimately online, it probably won't dispel her concerns about me. I'm anxious, on one hand worried, and on the other hand constantly hoping that maybe a miracle will happen. But I know that if I don't make an effort, not to mention a miracle, I won't even catch a glimpse of it.

Ms. Zhao didn’t know about the changes in my feelings. She continued, as usual, chatting with me about daily life. As the time she spent locked up increased, her husband’s submissiveness grew too. Each time she disciplined him, he behaved especially excited, which made Ms. Zhao very satisfied. After all, she was truly enjoying this game. I clicked on her information with my mouse, browsing her space over and over. One profile picture caught my attention. This person frequently visited her space; could he be a loyal fan like me? I went through almost all of her logs and saw this figure appear repeatedly. I felt a sense of hope. I wished things would develop in the way I expected. I added this person; he was male. I greeted him politely, but unfortunately, there was no response. After tossing and turning for a while, I was finally accepted. “Hello... you are...?” “Um, I saw you in Ms. Zhao’s space. I think you must be her devoted fan, as I am. If you don’t mind, I’d like to chat with you.” He did not reply immediately. After a long time, he suddenly said, “I remember you... because we’ve talked before.” I was puzzled. I had never seen this profile before, how could we have chatted? I sent a string of question marks. “I don’t recall us talking before...” “I was talking to you using my mistress’s account.” “You are...?” “Yes, I am her private slave, also her husband.” I was extremely happy at that moment, wanting to shake hands through the screen. That feeling of mutual understanding without any hint of rejection was incredible. Even though he was a man.

"The last time, it wasn't me who reported it, she found out herself that you had logged into her QQ," "She's very smart. My intelligence was completely overshadowed by hers. I knew you wouldn’t admit it. With just a few words, she got me to reveal it. Using this as an opportunity, she teased and mocked me a bit. Luckily, she doesn’t know some of the chat content," "Would she check your phone?" "Generally, no. We trust each other, because I wouldn’t go through her phone either," "Then do you know she chats with many M's?" "I know, but I don’t mind, because she’s the type who would never overstep. Otherwise, with her abilities, she would have become a paid S already. Everything she does is just to play a better role in our game," "But you don’t get tired sometimes either?" "A little break is enough. I think I’m fairly loyal. I wouldn’t and couldn’t look elsewhere. She’s told me about your experiences, finding various paid S's. Honestly, deep down, I’m quite envious," "Uh... but it also costs a lot of money. Having one at home is still better." We continued, engaging in ongoing mutual commercial flattery.

"'How did you come to think of adding a guy?' 'I looked at Ms. Zhao's space and noticed that your attention to her exceeds that of ordinary people. I think you must be a unique character, and my first reaction was that you are her private slave. I didn't expect I guessed it correctly.' 'Haha, you're quite observant. Although we meet every day, in this way, it feels like I'm paying attention to a new female S. This also indirectly increases the sense of novelty, right?' This man was very talkative, without any rustic or unusual traits; just chatting simply, he felt as approachable as I am. 'Actually, I quite want to meet you all. I talked with Ms. Zhao for a long time and also heard many things about you. All I feel is envy, but I know if I express my thoughts directly, she would definitely reject me.' 'You're right. You're lucky that she's willing to reveal more to you. I see she doesn't usually chat much with others; maybe you are an exception. But you're from Xi'an, right? We're thousands of miles away. Would you come all that way just to see us? Don't you mind a man?' Honestly, if he were a male S, I would definitely find it extremely annoying, but I always feel a kind of empathy toward male M of the same type—a subtle liking that makes me not reject him. "He said it was just about having a meal together, but I definitely have my own selfish motives. Of course, paying some expenses isn't a big deal." "Haha, you wouldn't treat my wife like a paid submissive, would you? She's so proud and arrogant, she would absolutely never accept that." Hearing him say this, a chill ran through me, and I felt like a deflated balloon. "But..." "But what?" I asked. "Actually, we also discussed this issue when we were together—what it would be like if we met people from that circle. I remember my wife saying that normally it's impossible to meet them, unless it's someone you can really trust. At least we both come from intellectual backgrounds. To be frank, the level of most submissives is quite low; maybe some masochists are better, but there are many socially adept people too. I remember you at least graduated from graduate school?" "Yes, a proper 985 university," I said, feeling more confident saying this. "No wonder you two get along. She used to say that conversations with others often ran out quickly because people simply didn’t understand a thing she said or didn’t know how to respond. They would only talk to her about lower-body topics, nothing about art, culture, and so on, no common ground at all." Why do I feel there is hope? She should have mentioned to you that we met an 'M' in the circle, who is also a big fan of hers. In real life, she is just an ordinary girl, but online, whether in temperament or speech, she always has quite a few followers. Plus, her language skills are profound. For a period of time, in order to practice her language learning results, she often trained others online for free, and people evaluated her very highly. 'Yes, I’ve seen it. I’ve been captivated by her writing and voice more than ten times.' 'Ah, she actually sends you voice messages?' I felt a strong hint of jealousy. To calm him, I lied, 'It was just once or twice, and nothing substantial was said, but because of personal admiration, just hearing her voice made me excited.' 'Then you… are pretty pathetic, hahaha. Sorry to say this about someone like me, but I’m also pretty pathetic, otherwise I wouldn’t have been obsessed with her for so many years even after being married.' 'I heard you met her on a forum…' And so he went on non-stop, retelling me his experience of meeting Ms. Zhao. The two versions hardly had any differences.

"I'm going to start preparing dinner, my wife is coming back. I know what you're thinking — that if you happen to come over, maybe we could hang out, or, say, if something were to happen, I could test her limits a bit," 'You're not opposed to meeting a guy, right?' 'Not opposed, but chatting with you is very relaxed, I don't think it would be awkward. After all, I don't have an S side myself; I'm a total M.' After the chat, he logged off. I felt as if I had seen a lifeline. Talking with him didn't bring any pressure, and I felt that I was one step closer to Ms. Zhao.

"Lately, my submissive has been acting a bit strange," Ms. Zhao messaged early in the morning. 'What happened?' 'He keeps asking me what I would do if M came to see me. Is he anxious? It seems I’m quite important to him. Hehe,' Ms. Zhao revealed a rare cuteness. 'Under what circumstances did he bring this up?' I asked knowingly as a consultant. 'It was during yesterday evening's routine training session. After we finished and I was lying there, he was helping me stretch my legs and asked, hypothetically, if someone came to see me, how I would handle it. He wouldn’t really have a cuckold tendency, would he? Otherwise, he wouldn’t keep asking about it,' I almost laughed out loud; I felt this guy was even more anxious than I was. 'And how did you respond?' 'The same as before. Just eating or simple stuff should be fine, but anything else is probably unlikely… I wouldn’t secretly go do anything behind his back, right?' 'And if it’s not behind his back then?' '…' She sent a string of exclamation marks, maybe not understanding the point I was trying to make. 'Not behind his back? Do you plan to find a man to take him as a master? I have no such intention.' Back and forth, I roughly understood Ms. Zhao’s attitude toward this: she wouldn’t take the initiative, wouldn’t refuse, wouldn’t resist—that meant there was a chance. So, in the following days, I kept logging in on time to check in and greet her, trying to win her final favor in the last moments. And she inexplicably felt that both her husband and I were acting strangely, but when someone treats her respectfully, no woman would dislike that.

There are only three days left, and the nervous person has become me. If I hadn't had such high expectations, perhaps there wouldn't have been so much mental activity. These past few days, I have spent almost all of my time in a state of anxiety, often dreaming at night—either dreaming of meeting Ms. Zhao being trained, or dreaming of being rejected myself. Then it suddenly hits me, this feeling only happened to me when I first entered the circle, the day before meeting a female S. My mind is about to collapse. I have made up my mind to confess everything.

Early the next morning, I brewed a cup of coffee and waited quietly for Ms. Zhao to come online. But it seemed like she was deliberately being difficult, as there was still no sign of her. Oh well, if she doesn’t show up, I can just find a foot massage or spa locally to pass the time. Thinking of this, my inner turmoil eased a little. I sent her a screenshot of the meeting time, and she replied with three question marks.

"'In a few days, I’m going to Hunan with my colleagues for a meeting. Are there any fun things to do there?' The person opposite me was silent for a moment, then started chatting with me enthusiastically, telling me all sorts of things. But my mind wasn’t on the conversation at all. I didn’t want to make my desire to meet her so obvious, yet my heart was already in a complete mess. I wanted to tell her immediately that I wanted to see her. I hoped she would say something like, 'Since you’re here, why don’t you see me?' But that was absolutely impossible. Being a female S and socially anxious, she would never take the initiative to invite me. Through the chat, all the snacks, sights, and other recommendations she mentioned didn’t register in my mind at all. Our conversation stalled again, and I fell silent. I didn’t even know when I had become this timid. Maybe the more you anticipate something, the more you fear losing it. I drank the coffee in my cup in one gulp; the bitterness cleared my mind a little, but I still didn’t type any message to arrange meeting her. The chat ended awkwardly. I stepped outside and pounded on a phoenix tree with force, feeling utterly useless. The tree shook from my blows, dropping a few yellowing leaves onto the ground. Passersby continued walking by, crushing them underfoot. The leaves that hadn’t fallen remained hanging on the branches. Even if at some point the wind, rain, or something else might knock them down, for now, they swayed gently, overlooking the people passing beneath. They saw a view that the fallen leaves on the ground had never witnessed."

I flicked the cigarette butt from my hand and returned to my seat. I quickly typed a line and sent it: 'It's rare for me to come over once; there might not be another chance in the future. Let's have a meal together.' It was exactly lunch break at that time. She didn't reply, and I, who also had a habit of taking a lunch break, kept checking the screen every few minutes, which prevented me from falling asleep. Seeing that there were only ten minutes left before going back to work, I dozed off vaguely.

With a jolt, I suddenly woke up. I had already been at work for a while, and the surrounding noise was a bit loud. I hoped no one noticed that I had just woken up and that I hadn't drawn attention by snoring. I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and moved the mouse. The orange chat box indicated her reply to me. I pressed my hands together in prayer and, holding my breath, opened the chat with Ms. Zhao. 'But I have social anxiety, and I'm already married. It's not good for us to meet like this,' she said. She didn’t directly reject me by saying 'No,' which made me feel hopeful. 'It’s just a meal; you can even bring your husband,' I said. 'Ah, I have to bring him too? Don’t you think that’s strange? Besides, do you really just want to have a meal?' If I expressed my true feelings at this moment, I might be rejected, but if I just said it was for a meal, then it might really just be a meal. I fell into a dilemma again, which was even more painful than my first studio interview. 'Eat, chat, sit together, we always have endless things to talk about. I think face-to-face communication might be better,' I suggested. 'You’ve shown your hand~ Let me be clear, no, I’m not the kind of person who would meet anyone casually. Forget it, maybe there will be another opportunity in the future,' she replied. My heart sank to the bottom instantly. I felt like a confession had been rejected and I had insulted myself in the process. I just wanted to find a hole and crawl into it. 'Oh… okay then,' I replied, not pursuing it further. I tend to back down when things are difficult. I didn’t want to shamelessly beg her to meet me; I felt it was unnecessary. And so the conversation ended. I felt a bit disappointed, my face showing the signs of having smoked several cigarettes.

The next day passed like flowing water; nothing happened and time flew by. Without my previous expectations, I felt much more relaxed. My girlfriend and I went shopping, and I played games with my buddies. I had completely forgotten about Ms. Zhao. Tomorrow night I’m leaving, and I slept very soundly, not even having a dream. Since that day, the two of us haven’t had a single conversation. Compared to chatting every day before, it feels a bit uncomfortable. This discomfort doesn’t just come from my feelings; she should more or less feel it too, unless I really am worthless to her, just a tool for fun and a trash can.

The car was driving on the road to the airport. I was sitting in the back, taking a short nap, when suddenly, my phone started receiving a stream of messages. Who is it? Can't they let someone sleep well? I opened it and, surprisingly, it was the private assistant of Ms. Zhao. 'Are you coming over today? How did it go talking to my master? Did they agree to meet?' 'No way, your goddess is extremely reserved. She directly rejected me, leaving me in sage mode for the past two days.' 'Hahaha, she’s just that kind of person. At home, she’s usually cold as ice. You have to coax her.' 'You are married, your relationship is different. To her, I’m just an online chatting sycophant.' 'No, she knows. After she found out about your existence, seventy percent of her conversations include you. Honestly, I’m a little jealous.' 'That’s also my presence as a clown. You know, when I used to chase girls, I never felt such strong frustration. But in the process of talking to your goddess, I was steadily defeated.' 'Yesterday, when she teased me, she even scolded you, calling you a dog that hasn’t even greeted her these past two days. Hahaha, I almost laughed out loud.' 'When your wife mentions me, aren’t you angry??? In the game, I really dislike men being around.' 'Not angry. As I said, I feel that we are similar people. You didn’t do anything inappropriate, nor did you say anything creepy. I think it’s quite normal. Perhaps if we really knew each other, we could even be good buddies.' Whether he was highly emotionally intelligent or not, these words sounded very comforting, but what followed was a sense of grievance, and I even felt like crying. Even though we talked for so long, she isn't even willing to give me a chance to meet—why? Although I know I have an ulterior motive, as long as there's a purpose involved, her rejecting me is justified, and I can't refute that. 'How about I try persuading her again? We could just have a meal together, it's nothing serious—as long as you don't feel like we're freeloading as a married couple, hahaha,' 'That won't happen, I’m not that petty,' 'Bro, good luck, I'll put in some effort too,'—this kind of encouragement from peers lifted my spirits quite a bit. Compared to Ms. Zhao, I’d rather drink and chat with such people. Having someone to talk to makes everything progress much faster. Normally, every trip to the airport feels so long, but today it felt like we arrived quickly. Yet, I still didn't hold much hope. Today is Tuesday: meetings on Tuesday and Wednesday, wandering around on Thursday and Friday, going home on Saturday and Sunday—just settled it like that. So, I boarded the plane to Changsha.

After landing, the first thing I did was turn off airplane mode, but nothing good happened. How could there be so many good things in the world? Perhaps he was just trying to comfort me. The weather in Changsha was slightly humid, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. The meetings over the past couple of days had been going on in full swing, and I had devoted myself completely to work, not even opening my secondary QQ account. I was afraid of being disappointed. By Thursday, I slept in naturally, wandered around the city, and tried some local snacks, but everything felt tasteless, like chewing wax. I had thought about going to a spa or something, but suddenly I wasn't interested anymore. The spiciness from lunch was still churning in my stomach, and before I knew it, it was already evening. Tomorrow, I just have to muddle through for one more day before going home. My colleagues happily went for team-building, but unfortunately, they were all guys, so it was probably for the best that I didn't go. I lay on the hotel’s large bed, watching TV and playing on my phone, feeling utterly decadent.

The team fight started, but my messages kept popping up, blocking my view and causing a wipeout. 'Who is it, damn it, I hate it when someone disturbs me while I'm playing games.' I just ordered takeout—could it be the delivery person? Sure enough, we lost this round. I muttered to myself and switched back to the main screen, and the text there shocked me. 'Yo, coming to Changsha and acting like a dead dog, staying silent. I thought you were dead. Haven't you learned how to greet people? Should I remove you from my friends list?' It was sent by Ms. Zhao. If she hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten this person's existence. 'Oh, I've been pretty busy.' 'Then sorry for disturbing you. I was originally thinking of inviting you to a meal out of hospitality, but looks like there's no need.' I immediately got out of bed, rubbed my eyes, and confirmed it was Ms. Zhao messaging me, '???? Is this really you???' I sent a puzzled message. 'Who else would it be if not me? Haven't tamed you for a few days, your brain not working properly?' I was overjoyed and bounced on the mattress. 'How can I let you treat me? It should be me treating you,' 'You originally had the opportunity, aren't you busy? Go handle your business, I won't disturb you,' 'No… Goddess, I was wrong, no matter how busy, I must make time, right?' 'Sounds like I'm forcing you or something, that's not necessary.' The words her husband said to me flashed in my mind: 'Women, they need to be coaxed.' I did a handstand on the bed and sent her a photo, 'Goddess, I know I was wrong. You probably haven’t seen a dog doing a handstand, right? I’ll perform for you. Please show mercy.' "I've struck some ridiculous poses. Even if I have to be a clown now, I'm still willing." If you can lick your own cock, I'll agree." "This...... I tried hard to strike various positions, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't reach it...... This made me anxious. No matter how hard I tried, that visible distance was something I could never erase. "No, no, I feel like my neck is about to break, and my cock is stretched so long, but I just can't reach it, goddess...... Goddess, please forgive me," "That's why your little cock isn't worth stepping on at all, because if you crush it, there won't be a single sound. Useless." I packed up and got ready to leave. By the way, I brought my private servant, do you mind? He strongly expressed his desire to meet you." "It's fine, it's fine......" She gave me a location and said no more. Oh no, I wasn't even prepared. I quickly showered, dried my hair, changed into clean clothes, and set off for the place she had chosen.

This is a small restaurant off the main street. From the outside, it looked very clean. I went straight to the private room on the second floor. The door was tightly closed. I didn’t know if it was because I was going upstairs or because I was nervous, but my heart was pounding relentlessly. I knocked on the door, and a familiar yet strange female voice came from inside, 'Come in.' I opened the door and saw the goddess I had been longing for day and night. She was tall, about 165 cm, very slim, wearing glasses, with shoulder-length hair, and lightly made-up. She looked much younger than I imagined, not giving any impression of being a mother of two. Jeans, leather boots, her nails were short and not manicured, but her hands were delicate and clean. She didn’t have the big eyes and long lashes typical of the post-2000s generation; she was a single-eyelid girl, but she looked very pleasant. That kind of natural elegance that radiates from the bottom up gave me an urge to kneel immediately. Perhaps, as mentioned, her social anxiety made her do so; even when she stood up, which was one of the reasons why I had an unobstructed view.

"You sit... you sit... how could I make you stand up, haha," 'I told you he’s a scumbag, even sleazier than you,' Ms. Zhao said such words freely in front of her husband, gently yet with a certain firmness. I shifted my gaze to her husband, a man who looked honest and solid, at least 180 cm tall. But that face, that smile, made me feel no trace of aggression. I wondered how such a small woman could tame such a large beast at home. The clips Ms. Zhao had once told me flashed through my mind like a movie. I stepped forward to shake hands with the private servant, feeling a sense of meeting too late. He smiled shyly, indeed, we were of the same kind. 'You meeting me should be credited to my private servant. He was obsessed, saying he must meet you, since you rarely come by, and it made me seriously wonder if he’s a cuckold,' she said, reaching to tug her husband’s ear and whispering by his ear, 'Are you a cuckold? Want to meet a man who’s just like you, both are scumbags. I don’t know which of you is sleazier, and now shaking hands—what, mutually admiring each other?' Her words were still sharp, yet her tone was very gentle. The fragrance that enveloped her made this sensitive-nosed dog feel very comfortable. 'Let’s order,' she said, her presence as the head of the Zhao family fully apparent. She took the menu without asking me or her husband what we wanted to eat, quickly making the selections. 'Do you drink?' ", 'I'm not very good at it,' 'No, no matter what, you have to drink,' she ordered a bottle of red wine, a brand I had never heard of. Most of the dishes were vegetarian. Although her husband was a bit overweight, it was obvious that Ms. Zhao was very particular about food and did not want to consume too much fat. The meat dishes were only ordered for me as a guest. 'What do you think of Hunan?' 'A province of women's rights...' She glared at me, and the meal went on in a cheerful atmosphere.

"Are the things you usually do with those Ss real?" her submissive asked me. "Yes, right? I'm not as lucky as you, stumbling upon such a good mistress. I can only spend money to look elsewhere." "Are those golden shower experiences real..." Before he could finish, Ms. Zhao interrupted him. "What, jealous? Jealous, so you'll go look too, right? Is it because I didn't feed them to you that you're craving the outside?" "He's just asking, we’re all people in the circle." "Do you even have the right to speak? I'm training my dog, don't think that just because you've consumed a little filthy stuff, you know it all." Her husband lowered his head at her words. "Scared to act cheap in front of outsiders? Weren't you always looking forward to it in public places?" To be honest, watching Ms. Zhao scold her husband in this environment made me feel slightly uncomfortable. After all, I wasn't in the S role, because... I really wanted to click to become the one being humiliated by her.

"Hello, the dishes are all here." "Mm, thanks. If we don't call you, you don't need to come in." Ms. Zhao decisively dismissed the waiter and had me lock the door. She personally poured a glass of red wine for both of us, swirled her own glass, the thin red film clinging to the glass wall and then slowly sliding back into the liquid. She sniffed it, 'This wine is quite good. We drank it at our company's previous annual party. You should try it too.' She returned to normal, at this point more like a polite female colleague, and we didn’t really discuss much about the SM topic.

After two glasses of alcohol, I, who don’t drink much, was already feeling dizzy, and a slight flush appeared on Ms. Zhao’s face, making her look even more charming under the dim light. She took off her coat and signaled her husband to hang it on the rack, her proud curves becoming particularly noticeable. 'How did it feel when I rejected you that day~' 'Just... very disappointed, and also felt quite wronged. I felt that no matter what, ignoring the stray dog factor, we should at least count as friends. But still, I was rejected, and I felt like I didn't matter at all in your heart.' 'Your intentions weren’t pure. Do you think I didn’t know what you were thinking? You can’t change your nature, and neither can a stray dog. Honestly, you really don’t mean much to me. Even if you were lying on the ground getting trampled to death, no one would feel pity.' I thought she wasn’t socially anxious at all; she could straightforwardly say humiliating things in public, or maybe it’s because everyone around her was someone she knew well. 'I... I just wanted to treat you to a meal. There’s no impure motive.' 'Really just a meal? Then why did you hesitate when I asked you? If it was just a meal, you should have answered more decisively.' I... I had no response. She suddenly cleared her throat, spat a mouthful of white substance into her cup, then moved the plate in front of me to herself. It had the rice I had eaten halfway through. She shook the cup, poured the remaining alcohol into my bowl, and with two fingers lightly swiped, returned it to me. 'Do you really have no ulterior motive?' ‘Then prove it to me,’ a contemptuous smile hung on her face, but her voice remained gentle. I looked at the food stained red, then at Ms. Zhao. Even her personal servant stood by with his mouth agape in shock; he was probably also stunned by the scene before him. He did not expect his wife to start freely acting in public.

I looked at the things in the bowl, with the white floating stuff on top, which could be either Ms. Zhao's phlegm or saliva or something. My throat involuntarily swallowed, and my Adam's apple moved violently in my throat. The hit of alcohol masked the taste of the food itself. If I drank it, it would prove that I had ulterior motives, and she might turn and leave, making my intention seem too strong. But if I didn't drink it, it would indirectly show that I am not a qualified wild dog, which is another life-or-death dilemma! I stared at the mixed rice, momentarily flustered, while her eyes looked at me like that, watching how I would act next. Just as I was about to pick up the spoon, she turned my bowl away again. "What’s wrong, not like we agreed? You look so hesitant. Do you want to eat it, or not? Are you disgusted by the drink in my cup, or by the saliva I spat into it?" As she spoke, she picked up my spoon and stirred the murky mixture of food and alcohol, which had clearly already blended together completely. 'It seems he is an upright person, at least at the dining table. Hmm, far better than you.' She tilted her head to one side and said this to her private servant—was she questioning my submissiveness? My body felt heated. She continued to stir gracefully, holding the spoon by its handle with her pinky raised, obviously mixing something yet looking so elegant. 'Or maybe I should just pour it out; he’s upright and righteous but doesn’t seem like an M.' Without missing a beat, I quickly moved and knelt down on the other side of Ms. Zhao. 'I’ll eat… I’ll eat… I… I was afraid just now that if I ate it, you would think I broke my promise and would leave immediately…' 'Then how do you know that if you cannot be a proper wild dog, I wouldn’t leave? Hmm?' She scooped a full spoon, holding the bowl in her left hand and moving the spoon toward me with her right. 'Are you sure you want to eat it?' "I nodded desperately. She turned to her husband and said, 'See? This is what your kind really looks like. In front of other queens, he would be even more degrading than he is now. After all, he even eats shit. I haven't even let you eat from me mouthful by mouthful yet. Well, you’re not only my personal slave, but also my husband. So today, let's see how other wild dogs do it.' Ms. Zhao pressed the spoon closer to me, and I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide."

“Ah… my hand shook,” Ms. Zhao said softly as she tilted the spoon, and the cloudy contents spilled onto the floor. She furrowed her brows slightly and teased me, “Aren’t you going to lick it? Or do you want me to teach you?” I lowered my head like a dog starved for days, stretching out my tongue to lick the stuff just spilled on the floor. “Mm… pretty obedient~ I used to think you were just talk, but seeing you in real life so polite and refined, who would have thought you could actually look so lowly? This counts as the first time I see someone other than my private slave in real life, haha, you’re doing well. Come on, husband, look at how she eats, take notes.” Bits of the bowl’s contents kept spilling near me; every mouthful I ate made more fall to the floor, more and more, until she finally dumped the entire bowl on the ground. “Take your time… no rush…” My lower body was so hard it was ready to burst my pants, and such a simple action made me so turned on. Ms. Zhao pressed her face into the food that had just been poured out by stepping on my head with her booted foot. “Tasty? Are you like this when you eat shit too? I remember you said you liked it most when a female S steps on your dog face in feces. Too bad, what’s in front of you isn’t feces. Are you disappointed?” "She grabbed her husband's hair with her hand, making him come over to see my miserable state. I didn't care whether anyone was watching nearby. I knew this kind of opportunity was fleeting. In just a moment, I had cleaned up all the filth on the floor, and even licked it. 'So dirty, I wonder how many people have stepped on this floor, maybe some little girl, maybe some old lady, or maybe a man. Oh, you're so cheap, how can you even lick the floor?' I raised my head, stretched out my tongue to look at her. The man and I made eye contact, and there was astonishment and envy in his eyes. We didn't need to communicate, but we understood each other perfectly."

I was still immersed in this brief humiliation when Ms. Zhao stood up. I grabbed her boots, 'Please… don't go… I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold back… I didn't follow the agreement… please don't go…' 'Hahaha, who said I was leaving… I'm just going to the bathroom.' I lost my composure… quickly stepped back. Wait, the bathroom? Why is she going to the bathroom, to pee… holy water. These two words popped into my mind. 'Goddess… are you going to the bathroom… holy water, can I…' 'Your requests are a bit much, we just met, I already gave you something just now, don't be too much.' Her tone was slightly higher than before. I felt I couldn't ask for too much, so I didn't dare to overstep. She took her packet of tissues and walked out.

"Bro, here..." The man handed me a tissue, signaling me to wipe my face. "Seeing my wife teasing you made me hard... Although we've done similar things at home, watching her play with someone else actually feels really exciting. Am I turning into a cuckold?" "As long as you don't have any feelings for me, then you're definitely not a cuckold... Thanks, bro." I wiped my face, and the fresh collar of my shirt also got waterstains. "Your wife plays this openly even with you at home... You're so lucky, bro. Her skills really can't be compared to any S outside..." "Yeah, so when we play, she always brings in new tricks. Sometimes I say she's socially anxious, but in public, I worry someone might suddenly come in." We shook hands again, and the bond between us seemed to deepen.

The sound of shoes hitting the wooden floor came from outside the door. I quickly knelt properly, and he also sat up straight, acting as if nothing had happened. 'What are you two sneaking around and talking about while I’m not here?' 'I asked him to help me get some paper to wipe my face.' 'Oh, so you still care about your dignity, huh? This is a public place. How about we leave the door open this time? Maybe people passing by will get curious and peek in, and then they’ll see you like this. Do you think someone might say the boss is bullying an employee? Hahaha.' Although she said this, she still closed the door and locked it from the inside. When she passed by me, she didn’t forget to step on me. 'Get me another cup.' She motioned to her husband to hand her another wine glass and poured about a third of red wine into it. 'I actually like the taste of this wine. I just threw it all up for you. Speaking of which, you are really cheap. When I go to the bathroom, you’re already shouting “holy water, holy water.” You know, women can do a lot of things in the bathroom, not just go there to pee, understand?' 'Mm…' I nodded. 'You don’t understand a thing. Your brain must be filled with shit and urine. This is what happens when a queen eats too much shit normally. It’s only our first time, and you dare to kneel here like this. My god, really cheap.' You know, seeing you like this, my underwear was soaked just now. You're just like my husband's cheeky attitude, but after seeing him act so naughty every day, seeing strangers makes me react so strongly. "She pulled something out of her bag. I looked closely—it was women's underwear. She deliberately opened the inside to show me, and the wet, sticky liquid was smeared on it. Seeing all this, my mind was about to explode. "Nice to meet you, so I'll treat it as a gift for you~ My private servant probably won't mind, right?" She turned to look at her husband, but at that moment, all he could do was drop his jaw. "He won't mind it. At home, he always listens to me. Do you know what a real husband servant is like? Besides shouldering family responsibilities, he also tries every way to please me. Ask him how long I sleep every night, and he's still devoutly licking my feet. That's something most people can't do with that," Ms. Zhao said, waving her panties in front of me. "Smell it, seeing you like that, I only leaked my thing." It's fresh, the scent of a woman's lower body. You're dying of happiness smelling it, your mind full of thoughts about how I torture your tribute pig." She quickly pulled her panties over my head, then pressed her wettest spot hard against my mouth. The yellow-white mixed secretions pressed right against my nose, the strong scent of a mature woman making me want to slip my hand into my pants. "Go, open the door, open it wide. Maybe when the waitress comes in again, she'll be shocked when she sees him, hahaha." "No… now is the peak dining time, lots of people are passing by the entrance." He was pleading for me, maybe he also thought Ms. Zhao's behavior was a bit unreasonable, or more precisely, unlike the wife he usually sees. "It's fine, I'm happy today. You should learn properly, see how others please me. I'm the kind of person who gets more excited the more submissive you are. We've been married for so many years, you surely know that, right?"

The man looked at me awkwardly, and I nodded at him. Actually, it wasn't a big deal—she was even more socially anxious than I was. This just made the game more fun. The man slightly opened the door a small crack. Ms. Zhao tacitly approved of his approach. "Does it smell good?" "Compared to those so-called paid S you found, how is it any different?" "Yours smells better...... Full of the scent of desire." "You're still poor at this hour. If you were at home, wouldn't you be going crazy with my underwear? Usually, when I type a few words or send a voice message, you shaking your body shakingly. I think you were pretending. You really are,...... "Eh, that's so naughty," she said, rubbing the inside of her underwear against my face. "Remember your goddess's scent. When you get home, don't wash it. Find a sealed bag and put it away. You can worship it once a day, just like now. Kneel between my legs and stroke it hard, better until it's red and swol......len." "Honey...... I want to," the man said, unable to take it anymore from his wife's words. Ms. Zhao slapped him hard, "Are you comparing who is more shameless than him?" The man said this and wanted to kneel too. "Sit properly. Today he is only allowed to kneel. You have to wait until you get home before you talk. Don't embarrass me here." The man obediently sat back down. So this was the life of a husband slave—on one hand, it was inspiring, on the other, intimidating.

"Are you really allowed me to you, goddess?" "Yeah, otherwise since you came all this way to Changsha, how could you ever remember me completely?" Hmm? Ms. Zhao unzipped her jeans, reached inside, and wiped her lower body with a tissue. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have given you my underwear. I'm still dripping nonstop, the tissue is wet, and my thighs are slippery. It feels so uncomfortable," she said, stuffing the soaked tissue that had been used to wipe her lower body into my mouth. "Don't you know how to close the door, idiot?" She turned to scold her husband, having lost the tenderness he had when he first met her. The relentless pressure pressed on, and I couldn't hold back anymore, starting to stroke my cock through my pants. "Finally, you've found a lifeline. Just stuffing a useless piece of paper that wiped my lower body into your mouth, you can't take it anymore. You're really a slave to a woman's lower body. Yes, forced slave. Although it sounds a bit harsh, the cruder the word, the more excited you are, don't they?" I made whimpering sounds. I could no longer control myself. My kneeling, numb legs had lost all sensation, and all my attention was focused on my hands and the cock being stroked. She turned her chair around, faced me, took a sip of wine from her glass, and then gently touched my fast-moving hand with her raised foot. "Hurry up, faster, isn't this exactly the moment you've been waiting for? We've known each other for so long, and now you're finally meeting your goddess today. How will you face me? You'll do a great job, huh?" "She started to push harder, kicking my balls. With every kick, my waist bent once, and I immediately knelt up, waiting for the next one. "Come on, grab my boots." On the upper layer, wipe your boots clean with your crotch. While stroking and rubbing her balls, she sucked the tissue I had used to wipe her lower body while smelling my underwear. You're losing your mind, you useless piece of crazy. Pfft, sticky, alcohol-scented saliva spat onto my face. This was a hundred times more exciting than the mood of looking for a goddess. After all, in my eyes, she was a pure amateur. No, she wasn't a regular at all. She was an overflowing theoretical fanatic fan of SM.

"Stop~ Are you about to come? Your mouth is making whimpering moans. Does your girlfriend know you're like this when you're outside? Do your parents know you're like this? If I knew my son was this, I'd definitely drown him in the bathroom. Does it feel good to be played?" She slowly took off the panties I was putting on her face, crumpled them into a ball, and used her fingertips to stuff them into my mouth. "Try swallowing, relax, swallow, yes, that's it." While swallowing, I thought, these are the goddess's panties...... Swallow them, a little cheesy, a little naughtier, and then ...... Keep stroking for me," I said, following her instructions, actually swallowing my underwear, without even considering the consequences. When the panties passed through my throat, I retched. Ms. Zhao pinched a corner of her panties with her fingernails, held my chin with her hand, and watched me swallow something I couldn't swallow.

The feeling of vomiting intensified, her mocking laughter echoing in my ears. When I was about to lose control, she tore all my panties out. "You really swallow it, huh? Can you even eat this? You've been brainwashed by me, haven't you? Do whatever I tell you to do, huh?" How does it feel to be PUA? Are you willing to crawl on the floor stripped naked by me? Why don't you hurry up and stroke me? What are you waiting for?" She kicked my lower body hard, my hand speed quickening. She slapped my face with her underwear, looking into my dreamy eyes. I didn't even know when I came, only that my hand movements gradually slowed down.

"Kneel, let your semen soak your panties. You're just a sex toy, understand? I've been too busy playing with you, the food is cold, call the waiter to heat it up," her husband immediately ran out to call the waiter. "What does it feel like to cum at an old woman's feet? Is it as you imagined?" "It's much more exciting than I imagined...... "You really know how to do it," "Can't help it, the more you see, the more you learn. From now on, this will be used on my private slave, so it's a good chance to practice with you. But today he saw it, so I'll come up with some new ideas to mess with him." Still kneeling? "The waiter will come in soon," she said, helping me up, showing no sign of disgust. She folded my underwear and put it in the pocket of my jacket. "Remember to keep it safe. If you make me drip during a meal, I wonder if it's because of me or yours?" I smiled bitterly. The wet underwear clung to my body, cold and cold, with a faint fishy smell.

I returned to my own seat, and everything calmed down. She brought up some other topics, helping me overcome the discomfort caused by the sage mode. Soon it was past 10 p.m. "We've been eating for a long time; even the waiter must have some opinions. Let's pay the bill," she said to her husband. "I was the one who wanted to treat you all to dinner, and I even let you pay, how improper," I stood up, ready to grab the bill. The man adjusted his glasses and quietly said, "Honey, I’ve already paid." Ms. Zhao touched his head. "Hmm, good, you understand my mind; indeed, we are a family," she gently kissed his face. This made me extremely jealous, but they were a married couple, and I was just an onlooker who came to pay a visit.

这次，是真的酒足饭饱了，天下没有不散的宴席，那哥们又和我握了握手，凑到我耳边小声说，“兄弟，这可比看片刺激多了，我还是第一次看到这种真人的调教”，“是你老婆厉害……我也没想到她会在公共场合调我……爽”，“你们两个又凑在一起嘀咕什么呢”，哈哈……哈哈哈，我们两个相觑一笑，这是属于男人的秘密。他接过赵女士的包，一起上了辆的士，在道别之后便离开了。看着她们远去的身影，我竟然还有一丝不舍，我的长沙之行就这么结束了吧……虽然和我的意淫还有些差距，但是我觉得值了。精液已经在我的裤子里慢慢干掉了，我从口袋里拿出了赵女士的那条内裤，使劲闻了几口，便丢入了路旁的垃圾箱。

I curled up naked in the bed, waves of loneliness washing over me. I had thrown my dirty clothes into the hotel's washing machine, and I still longed for more. But after all, she was someone else's wife, and we hadn't had much interaction. Perhaps, this was truly our first and last meeting. I slowly pulled the blanket up, covering my face.

Just when I thought all of this was over, my phone rang. I lay there lazily, not wanting to move, but a few messages came in. 'So annoying, who is it?' I picked up the phone, and it was Ms. Zhao. 'When are you leaving?' 'Friday, that is, tomorrow.' 'Leave on Sunday night, come to my place tomorrow.' Damn... I suddenly perked up and sat up straight. 'I didn’t see it wrong, right~' 'Are you coming or not?' 'I’m coming... I’m coming... hahaha, thank you, goddess.'

I immediately changed my flight and told my colleague that I would stay a couple more days. Why did she suddenly want to keep me here? Will something good happen later? Or is it that my performance today really excited her… Anyway… I’m really so happy and thrilled, “Send me a video when you arrive, I want you to use public facilities while having my underwear in your mouth, and go through the whole process like this, got it?” This… this person really knows how to mess with people. I quickly changed my pants, took a taxi to the trash can near where I had just eaten, luckily the discarded underwear was still there. I cleaned it and hung it on a hanger to dry. Tomorrow, what awaits me?

Chapter 9: Exercise, Laundry, and Leftovers

I woke up at 6 a.m. Normally, I'd sleep until after 10 a.m., but last night's training was still vivid in my mind. The long-awaited morning erection arrived. Is this the power of a stranger? I regretted washing her underwear yesterday; otherwise, I could have enjoyed the scent today. How would she tease me? Was it as expected? The more I thought about it, the more excited and happier I became, just waiting for the master's summons. I took another shower, a warm sensation washed over me, and the soft bed sent me back to sleep. But I wasn't sleeping soundly. I checked my phone every half hour. Even so, dragging my feet, it was still 9:30 a.m. I couldn't sleep anymore. Ms. Zhao hadn't sent me anything, and I didn't know her address. What should I do? Should I wait patiently or take the initiative?

It turns out that opportunities always favor those who take the initiative. You can't expect a female S to take action on her own; that doesn't suit their identity. I roughly guessed that the place she was staying shouldn't be far from where we had dinner yesterday, so I went straight there and then sent her a message: 'Goddess, did you sleep well? I got up very early, waiting for your summons.' 'You got up early but didn’t greet me, huh? What, waiting for me to greet you first?' 'Of course not, I was worried about disturbing your rest.' 'I have a very regular routine. Even if I don't have work and don't set an alarm, I still get up at that time. You must have judged my wake-up time because you're familiar with the schedule of a paid S. How dull of you. How is your plane ticket going? Everything sorted out?' 'All done, all done. I’ve arranged the rest of the time too. It’s rare to meet the goddess once, so I must overcome all obstacles.' 'Since you’re ready, I’ll arrange my child. I'll let my youngest stay at my parents’ house for the weekend. My daughter is in junior high and has class on Sunday, which I can’t cancel, so you'll just have to manage your steps around it.' 'Mm-hmm, then, can I come over now?' 'Come to where, my house?' "Look at what day of the week is today. Friday is good, I still have work. By the way, about inviting you to my house, I haven't told my private servant yet—he has veto power. If he doesn't agree, then it just means our fate is over. You need to be mentally prepared." I didn't expect Ms. Zhao, such a strong-willed person, to consider the feelings of her private slave. She anticipated I would think that way, so she added, "We're husband and wife, not the husband you imagine. Although we share the same interests, after all, we're married. Playing with outsiders during the marriage is our bottom line. I crossed that line first, so I have to respect his opinion. Can you understand what I'm saying?" "Judging by that man's behavior, he probably wouldn't disagree. After all, he longs for someone like that—my kind and ally. So today, I was looking forward to it for nothing. If I'd known, I should have slept a bit longer." "Where's my underwear? You didn't use it to stroke it at home, did you? Or did you put it on your head and fall asleep?" "I... I washed it," 'Trash, are you disgusted by it? If I had known, I wouldn't have given it to you. Once it's washed, there's nothing left on it. Why are you still holding onto it? Just throw it away.' She really understands better than me. After all, once I lose something, I might pick it back up. 'Didn't you say I should put it in my mouth...' 'It's all washed clean. How is that different from buying a new one to put in your mouth? Forget it, throw it away. A pair of panties that has lost my secretions has long lost its soul.' Honestly, when I woke up, I did feel a little regret. Why did I wash it? When I go to her house, I can just buy a new one. I wonder if her husband would be jealous. I could buy an extra pair of men's panties—actually, I have no feelings for that man at all. He's not even considered a prop, and I don't have a cuckold fantasy, but that's just how social norms work: either you don't do it, or you do it twice. I remember when I bought bubble tea for my girlfriend back then, I bought one suitable for office workers. It got everyone cheering and contributed to our bonding for the future. That cost, compared to a single training session fee, was nothing. In daily life, I slowly realized that a single training fee could really pay for so many things. So what should I do today? Continue going back to sleep? It's all because I foolishly went to the dining spot, only to misjudge the situation.

"What are you planning to do today? Have you visited most of the attractions?" "Hmm, I wouldn't say I've seen them all. I'm not really interested in shopping anyhow." "You're a stray dog; of course, you're only interested in dirty things. You're not going to visit attractions, but women's restrooms. You know, Hunan is a stronghold of feminism—every women's restroom is worth a visit." She sent a laughing-with-hand-over-mouth emoji. I knew she was teasing me. "How about this, I don't usually take a lunch break. I'll sneak off to the gym at noon; want to come along?" I really didn’t expect that Ms. Zhao's so-called 'social anxiety' wasn't like that at all—just the two of us at the gym, near her workplace. Isn't she afraid of exposing her privacy? From what I know about her, she should be timid and avoid meeting anyone. But how much do I really know about her—just bits and pieces from the internet, right? "By the way, just use the number I gave you. That gym requires a membership card, which is annoying. But after you leave Changsha, delete my number. I trust you'll follow through; don’t disappoint me." I won't just delete it; I’ll even delete it in front of her. At least when it comes to honesty, I’m unimpeachable. With a goal set, admiring her in yoga pants doesn’t sound bad. Hehe, I chuckled secretly, scaring some passersby a few steps back.

I arrived early at the address she gave me, and there were only a few minutes between her getting off work and our meeting. Does this count as a date with her? Unconsciously, a little green appeared over that person's head. No... I can't think like that. That is an important comrade and ally, bro, yes, a bro.

Not far away, a graceful figure, looking like a young girl, was waving at me. I felt a bit nervous. It was Ms. Zhao, wearing a large coat, gray yoga pants on the lower body, white socks, and sneakers. White socks… I couldn't help but take a few more glances. Her curves were indeed perfect. If it weren't for the coat covering her, other men on the street would definitely take more notice of her striking appearance. 'You actually took the initiative to greet me. This is quite different from the socially anxious person I imagined,' I said. 'Oh, you've learned to be sarcastic. This is my home turf. Besides, from what I know about you, you're not the type to play double-faced games,' she replied. 'Haha, you really have a discerning eye,' I said. 'Gold?' "It's just crap. Remember you mocked me today? I'll pay you back double," she smiled and pinched my arm. That slightly girlish gesture didn't match her age. But if you looked closely, you could still see some signs of aging. She didn't wear much makeup, just bare-faced on camera. Her appearance was pleasant yet also commanding. She didn't need makeup to disguise herself; this was probably the real confidence she had. Suddenly, I remembered a joke: "Women who love to read are the most beautiful"—Nalan Dehui. I couldn't help but laugh, "If you keep laughing at me for no reason, I'll really slap you in the face." "No, no...... I just wonder why no matter how you dress, you always make people feel aroused," "You're teasing me, you're pretty bold. Come on, let's go in, there will be more people soon," "Ah, aren't you going to have lunch?" "I already ate, half an ear of corn, a small piece of meat, a box of vegetables, that's about it. How come you haven't eaten?" "I... was still thinking we could eat together at noon." "Then stay hungry. You didn't even anticipate this. I'll give you two choices: one, go to the gym with me and then eat afterward; two, go eat by yourself." "I'll choose the first." "If you faint, I'll pretend I don't know you and walk away. You need to weigh that yourself." Actually, I got up late in the morning, and there was still some food in my stomach, so I wouldn't just faint easily. Besides, I was just going to the gym to look around, not to really work out. I didn't want to feel all sweaty.

"Then let's go, follow me, like a dog trailing behind, I'll allow you to look up at this goddess's butt," she smiled, taking off her coat and hanging it over her arm, making the lines even more obvious. I unconsciously stuck out my tongue, really like a dog following along.

When I usually go to the gym, besides swimming, I just take a shower. I don’t like those people who lift weights. In my opinion, their bodies are not meant to attract the opposite sex. On the contrary, men showing off their bodies to other men look so greasy. The gym is filled with a strange smell, a feeling that is hard to describe—not unpleasant, but as soon as you enter, you can sense a strong masculine aura. Sure enough, 9 out of 10 people are male. Around the women in workout clothes, there are usually more people gathering, all glancing at the women. Certain protrusions that can’t be hidden look really awkward. 'Only here am I confident. You know I don’t wear much makeup, so compared to my colleagues, I might seem dull. But I’ve kept up with my fitness for so long and have become a regular here. I like it when others’ eyes fall on me. Even if that gaze has inappropriate thoughts, it’s still recognition of my perfect body. I allow you to worship me from a distance, but you are not allowed to come over and hit on me,' said Ms. Zhao. She took off her coat and walked ahead of me. I could vaguely smell her body fragrance—the slender arms and waist tightly wrapped in a yoga outfit, her straight legs, and the white socks that didn’t go past her ankles. Half an hour later, what would the scent be like? I was already thinking about it before anything had started—what a sin, what a sin.

I picked a treadmill that wasn’t far away, and from here I could just see Ms. Zhao warming up. Her waist is so flexible. If she could do a backbend or a split, I would be speechless—I would definitely be the happiest person in the world. I had a lecherous smile on my face, thinking about things that would never happen. Her main goal was body shaping, mixing cardio and strength training. She had only been on the treadmill for about ten minutes, and I was already sweating. Looking at her again, her back was already wet in a large area, and even parts like her knees and armpits had slight blotches. The yoga outfit soaked with sweat carried Ms. Zhao's personal hormones, and thinking about it made me shamefully aroused. There were women in the gym who looked better and more flamboyant than her, but those women obviously weren’t really there to exercise. They held their phones and kept posing, trying to capture their most seductive postures, as if they were disciplined fitness experts. Ha, I scoffed at this—the fat on their thighs and waist probably takes forever to edit out in pictures anyway. Heavily made-up, are they really here to work out? When my gaze returned to Ms. Zhao, another ten minutes had passed. She glared at me fiercely. Apparently, without realizing it, I was both criticizing and admiring others at the same time. If attention wasn’t enough, Ms. Zhao’s sense of confidence might vanish—for example, if others knew her real age. This is truly a hurdle women can never get past. The bangs on her forehead had become straggly, and more than half of her back was already wet. Intense aerobic exercise should be one of the important ways for her to maintain her figure. On top of that, being so disciplined and eating so little, she looked much younger. Compared to the flashy selfie-loving girls beside her, Ms. Zhao, who you could actually see and touch, seemed more real.

She slowly stopped and started stretching. Before she knew it, almost an hour had passed. She wiped her sweat with a towel and walked over to me, "Hungry?" "Not bad," "I invited you to come along because I wanted you to practice and admire me a bit. Where did your gaze go, hmm?" "She stomped heavily on my toes. It hurt, but I didn't dare look away, gritting my teeth as I endured." I ...... I just made a simple comparison," "And the result?" "The result is that they were all just here for show; only the disciplined you are here to work out," "Done?" "I observed that when you work out, so many people are watching you. Aren't you nervous?" "I've long gotten used to it, hmph," she stepped on my foot and pulled back, "I'll give you a task later." "Go ahead," "Take my clothes and socks to the washing list, don't mix them together, and clean my shoes at a specialty store too. It's been two weeks since I last cleaned them, sometimes they smell a bit off." "Then what are you wearing?" "Silly dog, of course I brought clothes. Why are you so dumb?" "I can't help but want to stomp you a couple of times," "Please stomp it," I looked at her with a cheeky grin, "Don't dream, even if I stomp my private slave, I won't stomp you, just let you hold me." She knew that compared to the pain from stepping on me, the pain of refusal would be even more painful. "Let me emphasize, don't do anything weird to my clothes or shoes and socks. If I find any traces, congratulations, you can go straight back to the city," I nodded in slight disappointment. "Alright, ......." "What, disappointed?" You got the personal belongings of the goddess you’ve been dreaming of, but can’t do anything with them. It must feel really frustrating, right? I just like seeing you suffer. Wait, I’m going to the locker room.

Come on, sister, the things are in my hands, and you can't see them. What I do is up to me. I was secretly pleased, but I didn't realize that she knew I would do this, yet she handed the things over to me completely under her control. She changed into a different outfit and put on work clothes, looking like she had changed roles and temperaments. Having just showered, she looked even rosier. Unfortunately, she belonged to another man, not to me. "Here, here you go. Remember I told you, don't mix them together. Wash your shoes outside." "Where's your underwear??? "Get lost," she kicked the firm muscles on my leg from behind, "You don't have a replacement, right? If not, I'll go buy a new one." "Don't worry, let's go, I'm off to work." She walked away proudly and quickly, hahaha. I never expected Ms. Zhao to have such a cute side. After she gradually disappeared from sight, I grabbed my things and took a taxi to the hotel. I opened the bag and sniffed it sharply. I put those slightly damp white socks on my hand, and the dampness immediately landed on the back of my hand. I took big bites, not forgetting to chew on them—it was so satisfying. My phone rang again. Who is it? Every time it's a critical moment.

"Have you arrived at the hotel? What are you doing? Have you started washing already?" "I'm sorting them right now. Didn't you say they shouldn't be washed together?" "You're not doing anything strange, right? They're all covered in my sweat. I overexerted myself at the gym today; I feel like my clothes are completely soaked." "Yeah, I can see a big wet patch on your clothes and pants. I just don't know if your underwear is this wet too." "You're asking for it." Haha, I chuckled and, with my hand wrapped in her sock, started stroking my genitals. "I'm warning you, I hope you stay in an experienced state. Don't let me feel unsatisfied when we start playing. It seems like my socks haven't been washed for a few days. Sometimes I get lazy; I don't think they smell much and just leave them there. And my shoes, after every workout my feet feel sticky." She seemed to be reminding me. I took out the shoes, pulled out the insoles, touched them, smelled them, and licked them—they were salty. Just two pieces of intimate clothing and shoes and socks were enough to make me extremely hard. The slightly sour smell of sweat had not a hint of stench, which made me intensely aroused. The tip of the white socks is already a little blackened, looking as if they've been worn for a long time. I really can't bear to wash them. I perversely put on her clothes and pants, wore the socks on my hands, pressed her shoes against my face, feeling Ms. Zhao's sweat evaporating on my skin. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt utterly despicable.

At the same time, in Ms. Zhao's office.

"Honey, today I went to the gym, bringing along that admirer from yesterday," "Ah, why did you still call him over? Isn't he leaving Changsha today?" "I kept him. When I tried to move him yesterday, I could tell you were much more excited than him, so I was thinking about whether I should let him become an aphrodisiac between us." "You know, I'm not an S, I'm an M. I can't handle being the master of the couple." "Who told you to make the decisions? I just wanted him to watch when I was transferring you, to just watch dryly, but I couldn't be part of it. That irresistible feeling was just like you that day. Don't think I didn't know, when you changed your underwear that day, I saw it clearly." "I never thought you'd give him your own underwear," "Are you jealous?" Don't you think the visual stimulation when I put my underwear on his head is amazing? He's a tool from another place. Look at how shameless he is, it really excites me. So I'm wondering, if he's there when training you, wouldn't that be double the excitement, hmm? "Honey, what do you think?" "You're not discussing it with me, you've already made up your mind and are just informing me." "It's precisely because I crossed my previous limits that I'm telling you, but that doesn't mean just because I crossed them, you can too. This is the second one I've seen in real life, but the first one I've trained; I haven't hidden this from you. I don't really like your tone," Ms. Zhao's voice grew low. "Remember your position. I'm discussing this with you because I consider you my husband. If I made the decision on my own, you wouldn't be able to say anything. After all, besides your role as a husband, you're just a plaything at home." The other party was silent, offering no response. "Hubby is angry~ Let me tell you something fun. Just now I gave that wild dog my yoga outfit that I hadn’t washed for a week, my cotton socks, my shoes. Guess what he’s going to do with these things? He definitely won’t obediently go and wash them properly. Can you imagine it? He must look so sleazy right now—how sleazy, I could already smell the socks when I took them off, but when I gave them to him I didn’t feel embarrassed at all, because he’s just an unknown filthy animal, haha, just one of the many online admirers, nothing special. Isn’t it exciting? You better perk up, because I didn’t give him the underwear I wore after exercising just now. I’m still wearing it, cold against my body. Do you know why I didn’t change? Of course, I saved it for my beloved husband." "Thank you, honey~~. Actually, I think this will be thrilling too. Tonight, put your underwear on my head and humiliate me like you did that day. I'm really jealous." "Jealousy is the right thing. Only you are my goddess's personal slave. No one else deserves it. Just wait and see how I mess with him. That irresistible feeling will definitely be so satisfying." "Good...... Okay...... Thank you, honey. Actually, you've always thought of me, for our little family. Love you."

Wearing wet underwear inside is really uncomfortable, but the strong smell will definitely make my husband explode on the spot. A useless man still needs his mother to coax him. Really, now there's another stray dog; I need to carefully plan how to play this game... Annoying, it's sticky down there again. I really am a woman who cannot exist separately from sex.

Ms. Zhao took off her flat shoes and placed them on the table. "Just a pair of unknown feet, yet men scramble to crawl over and lick me like a crazy, cum-filled beast. It really feels pretty good. You know, my old dream was for several men to lick every slit on my body at once, including the secretions. That's what it feels like to be a queen. In their eyes, you're just a lowly commoner, hahaha...... Hmm, I must have gotten too involved," Ms. Zhao put on her shoes, sat up straight, and began her afternoon work.

The scene moves to the hotel

My nose was numb. I sniffed Ms. Zhao's clothes from start to finish, licked her sweat, and found them slightly salty. The sourness from her socks made me dizzy, with little balls on them. I chewed the socks like chewing gum, but no matter how hard my lower body was, I couldn't release it right now. I wanted to keep the pure fluids inside me and offer them to the goddess I admired most. I took a light nap, quickly started washing the clothes and socks, and sent my shoes to a specialized cleaning shop. Before handing them in, I didn't forget to sniff them thoroughly to remember the scent well. The shoes can only be picked up the next day. After adding her on WeChat, I hurriedly left. Tonight, Saturday, Sunday—though it's only three days, what kind of happiness will I gain? I was so excited my heart raced. I waited quietly for Ms. Zhao's summons.

"Have you finished washing everything I asked you to?" "Yes, everything is washed, but it's not dry yet. The hotel doesn't have a dryer. As for the shoes, they'll be ready the next day." "Hmm, still kind of useful. Not bad. We'll see if you can be even more useful in the future." Damn, I'm even more excited now. What's 'more useful' supposed to mean—like being used as a sex tool? Hahaha, I'm feeling so happy, my smile spreading across my whole face. "Tonight, don’t eat by yourself. Come eat at my place." I can already picture the cozy scene: Ms. Zhao serving the meal she cooked herself, me and my 'buddy' devouring it, and then her dragging her chin to watch us eat. This feeling of having acknowledged a dry motherly figure isn't bad either, hahahaha. I feel like my whole day has been filled with joy. "Bring over your clothes; it’s okay if they’re not dry, it should be fine by now. I’ve taken care of the child over there; after all, you are my guest~" Ms. Zhao is acting normally but in a somewhat unusual way. She is far more hospitable than I imagined. Sorry, buddy, I’m muscling in here. This is really an unfolding I couldn’t have even dreamed of when I came. I feel like I’m going to faint from happiness.

On the way, I bought some cherries, durian, and also picked up a few other things casually. Girls probably wouldn’t resist these fruits, right? Well, if she really doesn’t like the taste, I can always take them back to the hotel and eat them myself. Anyway, they are packed in a box, so as long as it’s not opened, it’s fine. I followed the address Ms. Zhao sent and arrived at a residential complex. Walking there, I felt that the mutual trust between Ms. Zhao and me was gradually increasing. At the very least, she was even willing to tell me her home address. How much trust must I have inspired for her to do that? I know very well that I’m not the kind of person with ill intentions. Once I get back, I will definitely delete these things, which can also be seen as a way to show gratitude for Ms. Zhao’s trust. "Actually, I still felt a bit uneasy when giving you my address. But after all, we have been talking for over half a year. Although it seems like we haven’t had much contact, most of the time you behaved like a normal person. As the saying goes, you can’t judge a person by appearance alone, but there’s also a saying, 'one’s appearance reflects one’s heart.' Your looks may not be handsome, but at least they are trustworthy. When you get here, just follow someone in; our complex isn’t very strict. I won’t come to pick you up. Remember, don’t arrive early."

The sky was gradually darkening, and my stomach was growling. I wondered what kind of sumptuous food Ms. Zhao would prepare. I was a little looking forward to it. Indeed, I had already become somewhat carried away. I even treated myself as a normal guest. I expected others to treat me with courtesy, as if I were visiting a distant friend. Finally, I arrived at their doorstep. There was not much difference from a traditional family; couplets and 'Fu' characters were pasted at the entrance. Although the buildings in the community looked a bit old, at least they were tidy. I straightened my collar, adjusted my breathing, and pressed the doorbell.

A woman's voice came from inside the house, 'Who is it?' delicate and lingering, a tone that went straight to the bone. I had heard it just a day ago, yet the one who opened the door for me was that man. Fortunately, I didn't dislike him. 'Oh, why are you still bringing things, you're too polite,' I shook hands with the man again. There was a hint of helplessness and pity on his face, but at the time, I didn't understand that expression. 'You're here~, slippers are prepared for you over there. Honey, quickly take the things and then wash your hands and come eat,' Ms. Zhao's hospitality warmed my heart. The house was filled with the smell of food, and my stomach growled even louder—how embarrassing.

Their shoe rack and shoe cabinet are next to each other, neatly arranged with all kinds of shoes—men's, women's, and children's. There was a pair of cute little leather shoes that were clearly her daughter's; I really wanted to smell them. But then, she is already a second-year middle school girl, right in the age of fledglings—am I overthinking? Ms. Zhao has very few high heels, only two pairs; after all, with her height, she doesn't really need high heels. She has more dad shoes, white sneakers, and flat shoes. As for men's shoes, there are only two plain pairs. Not a speck of dust can be seen in the corner of the shoe rack—it either means she is a naturally diligent person, or her husband has been well trained by her. In any case, since S became part of the family, it's still unavoidable to deal with the daily routines of cooking and household chores. They live at a moderate, well-off family level. Both of them have jobs, and this ordinary way of life is the most realistic daily existence.

"Where should I wash my hands?" "I'll take you." The man was enthusiastic and led me toward the kitchen. 'Just take him to the bathroom to wash, it's more suitable for him,' Ms. Zhao, picking up food with chopsticks, spoke. The man reluctantly changed direction, looked at me, and sighed. 'Ah, does he look unhappy... Could it be that I went against this man's wishes, and it was only Ms. Zhao who invited me over on her own? Sorry, brother,' I felt a tiny bit apologetic. The bathroom was small, with a wet and dry separation. Nearby, in the baskets, were the clothes that had been taken off—one large basket and one small basket. The small basket had socks for children that hadn't been washed yet, some pink and some gray. The pink socks must belong to her daughter; I wanted to secretly pick one up and smell it, but I didn't dare. The large basket was full of the lady's underwear. Why couldn't I see any of the man's clothes? Never mind, I was starving, so I quickly washed my hands. It was worth noting that their home didn’t have a lot of bottles and jars. Just like Ms. Zhao said, she didn't like makeup and only wore it for big or important occasions. So she only needed basic skincare like toner, lotion, and cream. I wandered around her home like a detective, of course, only in secret. Doing these things in front of the host would definitely be annoying. Before leaving the bathroom, I even took a moment to examine myself in the mirror. Yes, nothing was out of place or inappropriate. Then I went to the table to eat.

I thought I was a highly welcomed guest, but when I walked up to the dining table, I was dumbfounded. The main dish today was supposed to be century egg and lean pork congee, but there was clearly only a little bit left at the bottom of the pot. On the table were ribs, crayfish, and green vegetables, but all I could see were piles of shrimp shells, bones with half-eaten meat, and scattered leaves of vegetables on the plates. I murmured to myself, I’m not late, right? She specifically told me not to arrive early. Is this really Ms. Zhao's way of treating guests? Perhaps she never considered me as a guest at all. I stopped not far from the dining table, feeling somewhat displeased.

"What, do you still want me to invite you to sit? The shrimp and bones are leftovers from my daughter and me. She was just picked up. If you had arrived a bit earlier, you would have run into my father-in-law. As for my husband's portion, it's in his own bowl, so you don't need to worry about anything of his being mixed in here. Since you're a wild dog, a cheap beast, you should be grateful for what I'm giving you. For the sake of you being a guest, I'll help serve it to you." The man sat there in silence. He seemed to have known this all along. No wonder he was talking and looking melancholy when he saw me earlier. He held no status at home, having to let the lady of the house do whatever she wanted. Ms. Zhao took out a bowl, a bowl that was different from any on the table... it looked like it had been used by an animal. I recalled that she used to have a large dog; she had told me before. Isn’t this a dog bowl? "A special dish prepared for you. You'll like it, won't you? The green plate, so suitable for a cuckold like you." She put the remaining food from the pot into my bowl, using her hand covered with a plastic bag to add the shrimp shells and meat-covered bones from her own plate, along with the leftover, incomplete vegetable leaves and the brown broth in the plate. The porridge immediately looked awful. She stirred it a little with disposable chopsticks to make it more evenly mixed. "Sorry, I didn't prepare chopsticks for you, because I figured you might not need them. Just eat it like this, whether you lick it from the bowl or grab it with your hands, that’s your instinct." “Or just give him a pair of chopsticks, after all, he is a guest,” the man tremulously spoke from the side. “Do you want to be like him? Eating slowly and lingeringly, hurry up and finish your portion.” Under the man’s scolding, he lowered his head and silently ate from his own bowl. In front of him there were only a few scattered bones, not even a shrimp shell in sight. The only thing better about him than me was that he had normal chopsticks and a bowl. “You don’t think coming to our house means playing the role of a guest, do you? Hmm? Do you remember how I usually call you? Right, wild dog. If a wild dog comes to my house, even if it’s just leftovers, it would wag its tail and stick its tongue out at me, right? What, does your expression look so plaintive? Don’t like what I personally prepared for you? You have the right to turn around and leave, I have my own way of treating dogs. Or do you mean this isn’t to your taste and I need to add something else for you?” She pulled back the dog bowl she had just pushed in front of me, poured the unfinished porridge from her own bowl into my dog bowl, then cleared her throat and spat a large glob of murky stuff into it. After that, she drank a sip of water to rinse her mouth, then spat out the chewed remains into it as well, making the contents of the dog bowl appear very abundant. I was stunned. I only knew that she would play games with me, never expected the game had already started the moment I stepped in. “Hmm? Hesitating?” I swiftly pulled back the dog bowl and held it, taking big gulps.

This thing was far more disgusting than I imagined. The mixed paste, if it weren't for Ms. Zhao's saliva in it, I would have thrown it up with nausea. That taste, neither sweet nor salty, lingered in my mouth, along with hard crumbs. "Oh dear, drink slowly, don't let the bones get stuck in your throat. You should pick it out and taste it yourself." I've never put my hand directly into the bowl, not even when I'm a dog. She looked at me gnawing with satisfaction, letting out a contemptuous laugh. She said to the man beside her, "Compared to others, isn't your status much higher? At home, I never asked you to be like a real dog. That's the difference between a stray dog and a pet dog." "Remember to finish everything in your bowl, because there's nothing left to eat tonight." I closed my eyes and held my breath. Even if something like that was hard to swallow, as long as I imagined it as a gift from Ms. Zhao, it wouldn't be a problem. I gripped my lower body tightly, trying hard to keep it from becoming so degrading that it would unconsciously get an erection just as it started. This would take a long time and put a heavy burden on my prostate. But it bravely lifted its head. Could it want to be like me, lying by the table and sharing food with me? I didn't allow it, so I sped up the meal.

A bowl of specially made 'thick soup' was downed, and I didn't dare recall it, fearing that the next second I would vomit it out. Although I am particularly fascinated by vomit, after trying it before, I could only admit that it is something harder to swallow than gold. Its pasty texture itself is tightly associated with the word 'disgusting.' 'Don't waste it, lick it clean. Look, there are still some remnants hanging on your dog bowl. This is a specially prepared guest meal just for you. So, how about it, satisfied?' I nodded, feeling immense humiliation, while my brother nearly buried his head under the table, silently eating. For the sake of his future family status, he maintained rational silence here.

Finally, the two of us finished eating. Ms. Zhao leaned back on the sofa, put her feet on the coffee table, and turned on the TV. The man instinctively started clearing the table, and I quickly followed to help. When I handed him the dog bowl, he whispered, "We probably won't use this anymore, let's throw it away." Ms. Zhao was quick-handed and exclaimed, "Why throw it away? Wash it clean and take it back; maybe it can still be used." The man washed the dog bowl separately and set it aside. "Are you really that timid? Is she always like this at home? This isn't what I imagined life would be like," we whispered to each other in the kitchen. "She's not usually like this, but at times like that, I don't dare to speak up. Most of the time, she's pretty normal. The contrast is so stark that even I get scared. When we first got married, every day felt like a high-pressure situation, and I really couldn't adapt at first. Later, I thought, wasn't this wife the one I found myself? Plus, I was so immersed in her training at that time, almost for a year or two, I served her once a day until I got used to it." "Oh my god, that's terrifying. Occasionally doing this is fine, but if it were every day, I couldn't handle it." "So, brothers, you all envy your wife every day, but when you actually marry her home, you realize it's not like that." We shook hands again, "Wash the cherries and serve them. I don't care if this one or two time, but your long-term "I'm done coaxing, bro. This is all I can help you with." We looked at each other, tears welling up in our eyes (haha, exaggerated). We were like children who had made mistakes, dawdling as we tidied up the table and floor. That big bowl of porridge just now, although not in great quality, honestly tasted pretty good. My stomach no longer growled like when I arrived. How should I put it, I still prefer purer things. For example, if Ms. Zhao spat it directly into my mouth instead of the food, that would excite me even more.

"Brother... brother... what are you staring at?" He noticed I had slipped into my daydream again and gently shook me. At this moment, Ms. Zhao was watching the news; she was particularly interested in international news, like where another war had broken out, which made her completely different from other women who liked binge-watching soap operas. A man knelt behind her, massaging her shoulders to help her relax. He said this was part of his routine, while I sat nearby, neither sitting comfortably nor kneeling properly. Apart from the news broadcast on TV, the only other sound in the room was Ms. Zhao chewing cherries. For a moment, the atmosphere became awkward, just like the first time I played the caged game. Without a trigger to start it, the game could not begin. If I suddenly knelt down to lick her feet at this moment, it would definitely be extremely abrupt and ridiculous."

Ms. Zhao was dressed in casual home attire, wearing thin short stockings on her feet. Usually, I dislike short stockings, but at this moment, I felt no sense of incongruity. Although her nails weren't painted, the perfect shape of her feet was fully visible with just a brief glance in her direction. Her loose home clothes softened her aura, making her seem less sharp, but this baggy outfit did not affect Ms. Zhao's beauty.

Maybe she didn't hold it steady, a cherry slipped from Ms. Zhao's hand, bounced a few times off her knee, and rolled to a spot not far from me. The three of us instinctively focused our gaze on that lonely cherry. 'Annoying, what a waste~' Ms. Zhao said coquettishly. Her man continued kneading her shoulders with no intention of moving. Their eyes turned to me, and that indescribable feeling made my legs feel compelled to move. I realized I was going to pick it up, and then...

I walked over, bent down, picked up the cherry from the ground, wiped it with my hand—it wasn't really dirty, and subconsciously I felt it would be a waste—so I put it in my mouth. It was sweet. But I had only eaten half when another one fell by my foot. Looking at Ms. Zhao, there was a hint of teasing in her eyes. If the first one had fallen accidentally, this one was definitely on purpose. I bent down again, ready to pick it up, when a gentle voice pierced my eardrums, 'Kneel and pick it up with your mouth.' The veins at my temples throbbed violently, a surge of fresh blood rushed directly into my sponge-like tissue. I just felt my head buzzing. Then, my knees went weak, and I collapsed to the ground. Not far away, Ms. Zhao put down her elevated crossed legs, stood up, and slowly walked toward me. I looked up at her; she looked down at me. The light came from above, so I couldn’t make out her expression, but she could see every bit of my embarrassment. She used her slipper-covered stocking foot to gently move my hands off the ground, rose onto her toes, and positioned herself above the cherry. Using the thick heel of her shoe, she pressed heavily down on the fruit. In an instant, the juice burst out, staining the pristine floor tiles red. The broken cherry pit also popped out, rolling across the smooth floor. She slowly moved her foot away, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction, and said to me with a smile, 'Eat it, I've already picked it apart for you, it should be sweet.' The cherry, gutted and split open, lay there, its weak body split with a long crack, and juice slowly seeping out. 'What are you waiting for? At this moment, it's the freshest. Do you want me to feed it to you? Do you even deserve it?' I was as if controlled, my body driven by instinct, my neck slowly stretching as I leaned down to take the tiny piece of cherry with my mouth. 'Is it good?' The voice came from above me, Ms. Zhao pressing the foot that had stepped on the cherry onto my head. 'Chew louder, you useless thing, and lick up all the juice spilled on the floor. Mm, that's it, stick out your tongue long, be more pathetic.' Husband, give me one.” The man beside her, dumbfounded, eagerly handed a piece to his mistress. She placed it in her mouth, chewed it a bit, and spat it not far from my head. The chewed fruit mixed with Ms. Zhao’s saliva, looked sticky. “Eat it.” I don’t know which switch in my body was triggered, but I actually let out a small bark in response to Ms. Zhao’s command. This made her burst into laughter. “Hey hey, little wild dog, you don’t think I invited you to my house to train you for free, do you? You must have come in that mindset, right? Then you must be disappointed. I have no intention of training you; I’m afraid of dirtying my hands or tainting my eyes. You’ve got no looks, no figure, and a sleazy face. You’re not even qualified to lick the mat at my door, understand? But why am I still inviting you here? Because I know you’re cheap. As long as I beckon you, you’ll obediently wag your tail before me like a brain-dead offering pig. Even if you can only eat my leftover scraps, you’ll still be happy, right? Considering that you were thoughtful enough to even buy fruit, this is my reward to you. Even wild dogs get a chance to be fed, right? And you, you’re the lucky one chosen.” She lifted her foot and rubbed her shoe on my clean clothes, leaving bright red fruit stains on them.

She turned around dragging her shoes, slowly walked towards the window, tightened the rope a little, and the whole house seemed isolated, unable to be seen from outside. 'Honey, you know what you need to do, go put on your dog skin,' the man hurriedly got up and ran into the bedroom. 'You, strip yourself naked before I come out, not a single piece of underwear is allowed to remain, understood? Just throw your clothes on the floor at the entrance; there’s no place prepared for them here. Of course, if you choose to leave, there’s still a chance, you can just open the door and get lost.' With that, she and the man went into the house, one after the other.

My tongue was still covered by the sweetness of cherries. Was she going to double us with us? I was dreaming about such things, but why did she say she wouldn't flirt with me? If she didn't, why did she make me undress? Although my mind was in chaos, my body was honest. I quickly took off my clothes and pants, crumpled them into a ball, tossed them on the entrance floor, then knelt down where I was, waiting for something good to happen.

Chapter 10: Cherries and Bedroom Capture

"If you're naked, crawl in," Ms. Zhao said, though the bedroom door was closed. Her voice was no longer gentle, like a true queen, irresistibly irresistible. I unconsciously touched my nipples, which were already erect, just like my lower body. The training hadn't even started yet, and I was already this excited. If I were a female S, I'd say to myself, "Why are you so shameless, hahaha?" Behind that door was what I longed for and hoped for...... I touched the doorknob with my hand, gently twisted it, and stepped into the ...... of happiness. Hell.

Their house has one of the rare large bedrooms, very tidy inside, even larger than the living room. Besides the bed, wardrobe, and dressing table, it was fully equipped with a TV and a lazy sofa. In the corner of the room was a rectangular block about 1.5 meters long, 80 centimeters in height and width, covered with a cloth, and I didn't know what it was. Ms. Zhao had already changed into Lady S's outfit, exactly the same as in our previous chat: an owl-like eye mask, black tight-fitting clothes, long stockings, a mini leather skirt, and tall boots. Honestly, I didn't like this kind of outfit. I preferred a fresher, more youthful style. But being a guest in her house, it was obviously up to her. She once told me she wouldn't cater to any M's preferences, only dressing as she liked, or perhaps, as her husband liked. At her feet, a man was crawling, wearing a thong, a leather bra—though it just covered the tips of his chest—and a mask that looked like a bank robber's. If you didn't know, you really wouldn't guess that this was the person I had just been friendly with. His body was much better than mine, though as a middle-aged man he didn't have abs. He was in the same role I was supposed to play. He looked back at me and greeted me with his eyes. Seeing this scene, my knees naturally went weak. I wanted to kneel immediately at Ms. Zhao's feet, but my knees had bent only halfway before I was stopped.

Ms. Zhao bent the whip in her hand into a circle, bent slightly to press against my knee, "Wait, you're in such a hurry to strip yourself so clean. These drooping balls and the erect object look so ugly," she helped me up, wrapped her hand around my testicles, and gently squeezed them. "Ah......!" "The slight pain made me harder to get harder. The feel of the leather gloves was completely different from my hand. The palm was gone, and that cold, tool-like feeling was strange. Honestly, Ms. Zhao was pretty good-looking, so why wear a mask? It felt a bit unnecessary. I couldn't help but mutter, "You'd look better without the mask." I thought I'd get her praise, but instead, I got a slap." I mentioned the reason I wore the blindfold a long time ago in our chats. If you don't remember, then please go back and check your chat history. Don't ask me such foolish questions. Besides, you're not the main character today, and the face beneath the mask isn't something a stray dog like you can casually look up to." Only then did I notice Ms. Zhao had applied heavy lipstick, which made her look much more seductive. The lighting wasn't particularly dim, but it created a wonderful hazy atmosphere, allowing people to visually appreciate and worship this tall goddess before them.

Ms. Zhao took out something black from the drawer behind her, along with something like handcuffs. "I've said before, you're not the main character today, so to prevent you from doing anything lewd in front of me, I've prepared this for you. Don't worry, it's new, no one has used it before. I still have this one myself." I still couldn't see what it was. Ms. Zhao pulled my penis closer to him, gathered my two balls with both hands, pressed them together, and then tried to get something covered. Next, a granular friction was applied to my younger brother, with four vibrating egg-like objects placed on both sides. "I want you to stay erect all the time. If this thing slips off because you go soft,...... She never told me what would happen. I know this thing all too well. I've played with female S before. It feels like silicone, and when you put it on a drip, it uses electric current to drive four vibrating balls, forcing you into a snake spirit toy. But there was something different—this one wrapped around my testicles as well, like toys assembled together. She took out the remote switch and pressed it lightly. My balls were jolted painfully, buzzing and buzzing, and I involuntarily jumped up. "Ah...... "Does it hurt that much?" she ignored me, immediately turned it off, and pressed another switch. This time, it was a tingling sensation from the base to the top and the frenulum of my penis, making it impossible to stop. Honestly, it felt great, but this kind of dry vibration was quite hard to make me cum, especially without stimulation from sight, hearing, smell, or even taste.

Ms. Zhao lightly patted my balls twice. "Hmm, it's well fixed. Do you like it?" This small size is perfect for a little wild dog like you. You'd better behave, or your eggs might get crippled by the shock." She walked to the corner and, with a swish, pulled open the cloth cover covering the cube. She remembered—it was the dog cage I mentioned before that hadn't been disposed of yet. This cage was more than enough for a large dog, but for me, it wasn't that comfortable. She opened the cage and pointed at me, "You go in." "......" Didn't we say we would train together...... Why let me in...... I was completely confused, but I didn't dare go against her wish. I lifted the lid and stepped inside, while Ms. Zhao covered the cage from above. There was no mat inside, and when my knees touched the bottom, I realized it was painfully pressed in. She asked me to stretch my penis out through the gap in the cage, then locked it to the side railing. This was so uncomfortable—my whole body had to be pressed against the cage to keep my penis fully extended. "Hands, hold them tight," the cold handcuffs fixed both my hands to the cage, forcing me to move up and down within a limited range. "I still don't trust you. At least this way, you can't stroke me anymore. If you let me go so easily, what's the point of having fun?" In the past, you always listened to me repeat my experiences. I believe you've had plenty of people, and you might even feel like you were lying to me. So today, I'll let you truly observe the whole thing. A stray dog isn't worthy of being trained by me. You'll only be a slutty stray dog watching my boots from afar, helplessly watching your cock drip endlessly. You don't even have the right to stroke it. Hmm, let me think," Ms. Zhao said, propping her chin with a whip and thinking for a moment. "Yes, you don't even have the right to watch, because my private slave might feel embarrassed. Come on, let's take a slip." Ms. Zhao gently turned the cage with the wheels in a different direction. Although the weight of the cage and I had already exceeded her strength, the wheels made everything she did very effortlessly. After her actions, my front and side were all walls. All I could do was listen with my ears, silently fantasize about their voices. This was precisely why Ms. Zhao invited me here.

"Have you ever felt that sometimes the people watching a video can be more excited than the people in it, especially when playing certain games? Look at this wretched animal in the cage behind you that ran thousands of kilometers to get here. Today, I must have some real fun with you, right, my lovely husband?" She swung the whip, cracking it against the man. His tolerance wasn't much better than mine, and immediately he cried out, begging for mercy. "What, so useless, huh? Now that we have an audience, aren't you going to perform properly, hmm?" Ms. Zhao seemed to press her heel into the man's hand, forcing him to scream like a slaughtered pig. "Yes, scream. Louder, so the guy in the cage can truly empathize." She whipped more fiercely, each strike landing on the man, making quite a commotion in the house. Suspended like this in the cage, I also wanted to get a few lashes… goddess…

Even though I wasn't in pain, this auditory stimulation kept me fantasizing. Ms. Zhao spat on the man's face, making repeated 'pfft, pfft' sounds as if she were vomiting me. I closed my eyes, feeling the hormonal particles in the air crashing against me. My head buzzed, and my little member seemed to be running wet, stretching the silicone thing on top to the max. How I wished she would press the switch and make him vibrate, thereby stimulating my unbearably hungry cock. "Do you like it?" If you don't like it, then I'll spit it out to the dog in the cage. You've been eating my saliva and licking my for over ten years, right? Do you always see me dressed differently, like I'm serving different queens?" Ms. Zhao lost her usual elegance, her language became crude, but it sounded very blunt and provocative. "Come on, crawl over here and smell my. This is something the dog in the cage dreams of but can never reach in a lifetime. And fortunately, you have the chance to serve it every day. Don't you feel very happy?" Hmm? ”她抓着男人的头套，贴在了自己的下体上，比起那种过场仪式感的调教，她更喜欢这种短平快且直入主题的调教，“嗯~~~草……几天没舔我了，废物东西”赵女士撕开了挡在下体上的皮质遮盖物，“闻闻，被夹着臭汗的内裤捂了一天，都没舍得换下来给那条狗，他只配拿着老娘的鞋子回去，将鞋垫抽出来，一边舔，一边意淫，是不是啊笼子里的那条贱货，告诉我今天用我的鞋子干什么了，大声告诉我”，“女神，我把你的鞋子扣在我的脸上，使劲闻你脚汗的味道，我把鞋垫抽出来，狂舔你踩过的地方，那味道太棒了女神……我还用你的鞋垫对着镜子抽我自己的脸，就感觉您在抽我一样”，“嗯哼，听到了么？和我预想的一样，你觉得他会安分到直接将我的鞋子送去店里么，不会的。”赵女士用大腿夹住了男人的头，下体像吸盘似的仅仅贴在男人的嘴上，让他连呼吸都变成一种奢望，“伸进去，舌头，顶直了。 Ahh~" Ms. Zhao's moans were amazing, the moans of a married woman filled with lust, faintly reaching my ears. I excitedly shook the cage with my hand...... "Goddess...... Can you let me out...... I want to join too, even if it's just to lick your shoes, I'm willing, please," "You're not worthy, just be a spectator and listen well...... Ah~~, honey, you're licking amazingly. All these years of feeding you haven't been in vain. From the time we met until now, you've drunk dozens of buckets of my urine, haven't you? I've nurtured you so well. Did you smell that familiar scent that makes you so excited? But you're not acting like the person in the cage. Come sit in your mouth. My clitoris is swollen. I held in a big pool of urine, deliberately not going to the bathroom. I'll leave it all for you later, okay? The slutty in the cage won't enjoy a single drop. ”

赵女士仰躺在沙发上，任凭自己的私奴卖力的口着自己，时不时用鞭子抽打着他的背与臀部，那种因为疼痛而不断跳动的感觉，传导出的与舌尖的共振，让她享受其中，“笼子里那个骚货，给黑人舔过脚你知道吗，他就差给她舔逼了，话说你当时怎么想的，怎么没让她尿你嘴里啊，那么低等的种族你也会有想法，贱不贱啊，如果是白人的话还能接受，那种平时都吃不饱，还要被男人的黑屌艹，生了好几个孩子，但是瘦弱且营养不良的婊子，你居然会去舔她的脚和鞋，你有没有偷偷在她马桶里闻过她拉的屎是什么味道的，对了，你就是个粪坑，国内那么多收费鸡拉得屎都填不满你的胃，还要去国外吃，味道怎么样呢，贱货”，我以为她那天并没有认真听我讲述的这些，没想到她把我的这段经历就这样在公共场合中大声宣读了出来，她在羞辱我的同时也像是给她的私奴注射了一支肾上腺素似的，惹得他哼哼个不停。 "What does it feel like just to listen with your ears? Do you want to witness with your own eyes how my private slave is acting so filthy under my crotch? All you can hear is that cruel. Stop licking and get lost," she shoved away the man serving her normally, stood up, and walked over to me. "Pah, letting you fantasize here, you're holding it in and about to explode, you lurking beast." She opened the cage lid and turned my position toward them. Oh my god, Ms. Zhao was so seductive at this moment, full of femininity. If it weren't for that damn mask, I would have liked to be crushed by her kick like a worm. She sat in front of me, slowly unzipped the side of her boots, took out the stocking-clad feet she'd been covering for a long time, and draped them over the cage. I desperately leaned in, wanting to smell them. At this point, I couldn't care about all the formalities. I rubbed my face against the side wall of the cage, my hand aching from the grip, but compared to my foot nearby, which looked like an aphrodisiac, it was nothing. "What should I do? This is for my private slave to lick. Why are you so excited? Family flowers really don't smell as fragrant as wildflowers. I think about it now, if I wanted to find another woman, or even have your wife by my side, my private slave might react just as strongly as you. I never believe in so-called loyalty. Men like you are like useless under a woman's crotch, controlled step by step. The difference is that I gave you this opportunity, but I won't allow my private slave to have the same chance as you." "That must be how lucky you are, stray dog. Look, he's not licking me, but my lower body is hot and wet all the time." She said as she slapped her vulva with four fingers together. The slapping sound mixed with the sound of water breaking through my nerves tormented me. I shook violently inside the cage like a madman. "Oh, still a rebellious dog. Why are you so lowly in front of other women? Shake it! If you're not afraid your hand will be cut off by that thing, keep shaking." She hooked my glans with her toes, which was fixed outside. "Look at you, you look so filthy. Can't you be a little more reserved? You're so straight—I want to see how long it can last." She walked out of the room and grabbed a pair of dirty, lightweight, dusty sneakers. "I wore these when our office went to the countryside for poverty alleviation. They used to be pink, but now they're so dirty. Even my private servant can't be bothered to touch them. I'm still wondering whether to wash them up and keep wearing them, or throw them away. Since you're here, why not just use them as shoe supports?" She took out a dirty shoe and hung it on my erect cock. "Don't let it fall." Oh~ I know your submissive nature is strong. If you need to be softened, then this goddess will reward you with a spit. I believe the effect is immediate, right, you wretch, hmm?” She slapped me a few times, and my lower body immediately obediently trembled a few times, making that dirty shoe hang on more securely.

"Just letting you listen is indeed too cruel, and the刺激 intensity isn’t that obvious, but having you just stare at me like this, I feel as if I’ve become the one being performed on. What should I do~" She was acting out of a woman’s sense of shame. If I let her watch her husband serve her with his tongue right in front of me, for her, who is experiencing such a scene for the first time, it would also be extremely embarrassing. Although she appeared to be holding her ground on the surface, I knew that she was using this domineering stance to suppress me while hiding something.

She took out a long silk of silk from a nearby basket. "I've almost never washed these stockings." I don't know how much of my secretions they've accumulated, but I'll definitely wear them when I train them. Smell them—maybe they'll smell like urine when I'm excited." She picked them up with her hand in disdain and placed them on my face. A strong, pungent scent hit me—far more intense than any light, elegant perfume or fragrance. The scent was simple and bold, and just one breath made me feel refreshed. She straightened the stockings, smoothed them out, wrapped them around my head, then wrapped them around the upper half of my head with her crotch. "So, how is it? Can you see it, but can't see clearly? This hazy feeling is the best, and it even carries my body odor. This is home, otherwise I really want to pee on your head right away. Then watch the stockings on your head slowly get wet. That wet, misty feeling must be driving you crazy. Do you want to stroke again? Come on, Master, help you." Ms. Zhao seemed to have forgotten the man who had just been licking her. She was completely focused on how to play with me, almost ignoring his presence. But vaguely, I could sense out of the corner of my eye that the man was secretly stroking my cock, just like my lecherous self.

I stretched out my tongue, trying to use this organ that couldn't sense smell to savor Ms. Zhao's layered, musky scent. I usually don't like strong tastes, but compared to the sweaty smell she had just given me the yoga pants, this smell was definitely much stronger. "You're sniffing so hard, why don't you lick it more? Wouldn't it smell different?" I followed her instructions, rubbing my tongue against the fine, spoiled socks. Besides a slight saltiness, there seemed to be a faint fishy smell. "It must be vaginal discharge. I remember I squatted there for a long time before dripping it. My private slave told me the visual effect was amazing, and he didn't forget to lick it. Oh, I forgot to tell you, this was licked by my private slave. Don't you feel a bit more green on your head? Did you immediately feel disgusted? Idiot, keep licking even if it's disgusting." She used her toes to forcefully push the tip of her sock into my mouth, and my jawbone was almost stretched out by her. "Lick properly. When you get home, use this mouth to kiss your wife. Didn't you say you can't get hard in front of your wife? Just think about how cheeky you are when licking my stockings—it must be much more effective than you taking ten thousand Aiko." She pulled her foot out, stood up, and lay on top of the cage, leaning in to look at me. "This smell is so strong, it's hard to imagine it's my own scent. I'll give it to you this time, remember to take it with you~" She turned to look at her private slave, "You, come here, serve my anus, spread it open, lick carefully, swallow the mucus from my fur too, so this dog in the cage can see how you act at home all the time." The man quickly crawled over and buried his head in the crack of Ms. Zhao's buttocks.

She felt as if she was being pushed down, her body pressing down slightly, her chest pressed against the cage, arms propped up, her head not far from my head. Her breathing and the faint moans from her lungs made it impossible for me to hold back. "What's wrong, you slut? You can't stand someone licking the goddess's anus. Are you feeling, ah, why isn't the one licking me? Yes, it can't be you. Just use the little lips on top of your cock to lick the dirtiest pad inside my shoes. Yeah, I almost forgot to put a toy on you." She pressed the switch, and the four small motors started vibrating. I felt like I was electrified. Maybe this thing wasn't that pleasurable at first, but Ms. Zhao's breath was fragrant as orchids, and her delicate moans became my best aphrodisiac.

"Scream, you scream too! I remember when you used to jerk off at my words, wasn't your moans pretty nice? Or was it just that? Aren't you excited enough? Damn it, let me see the dreamy look in your eyes," she tore off the stockings covering my eyes and spat hard on my face. Mucus dripped down my nose. I stuck out my tongue and swallowed all the saliva or phlegm she spat out, not forgetting to lick my lips with my tongue. "Pah, you're really too filthy. Whatever I spit out, you eat it." She turned up the motor, and the vibration grew even stronger. I thought I might be toyed with and made to cum in less than five minutes, but how could she allow that to happen? She straightened up, and the man knelt upright on the ground, using his face as a chair. I was really afraid his slender neck might break because he couldn't support this body, but amid his endless whimpers, it was clear he was enjoying it.

"You know, I've always hoped that one day I would be worshipped like a goddess by a group of men. This kind of service isn't just spiritual, but physical. Every groove and every hole in my body should ideally be filled by a man's tongue, but that's just too extravagant. I'm the only private slave, and he's far from satisfied with me," she said this to me, and also to the man under her own crotch. "Do you know why I buy so many sex toys? Because my sex addiction is just too strong." Maybe he can do it 1-2 times at most, but on my free time, even 5-6 times a day wouldn't tire me. But for useless men like you, relying only on your short tongue and tongue that goes limp with just a little force, how could you possibly satisfy me? Lying in bed, just thinking about this makes the sheets wet a lot. Maybe other women would find this especially embarrassing, but I wouldn't. Our meeting on the SM forum isn't as mutual pursuit as it seems, but my one-way choice. I tried hard to be a good wife at home, trying not to cross the line, but I found my desires growing stronger and I wanted more. I once inserted two masturbators into my lower body, a pleasure that the man beneath me could never give me. While satisfying my desires, I never betrayed my chastity. I just looked at you, listening to the moans of two men. My whole body felt like countless bugs were crawling. Listen to the movement of my private slave's Adam's apple beneath your legs, and you'd understand that I was relentlessly releasing the liquid of love. He was fed by what I spat out from my mouth down below, feeding him for so many years. Look at his cock, isn't it big?" She lifted her foot and stepped on the man's lower body, grinding as she went. "His whole body is a switch. With just one toe, I can make him obedient, serve me, and please me." And you, all you can do is look, silently swallow what I spit out on you. Look at how filthy it is, your face is sticky, and you might even have a strange smell." Her words burst out like beads, and my lower body was almost on the verge of cumming from the vibration.

She turned off the switch. "How could I let you cum so quickly? I don't believe you can get hard again, and I definitely don't want to endure that sage time just to get you hard. Why don't you try this?" She pressed another switch, and my two balls hurt from the vibration. I shouted at my throat, "Don't call me so loud!" She covered my mouth with her hand, and I whimpered loudly because the vibration was just too painful. My balls really are much more fragile than a penis. After less than 10 seconds of vibration, I went limp, sweat the size of beans forming on my forehead, and even the shoes hanging on my penis fell to the floor. "Ah, this thing is so useful! I've never let my private slave use it before," the man beneath me was startled by my shouting and stopped what he was saying. He had no idea how much pain I had endured for him. "Watching you slowly soften, don't worry, he'll have to stand up soon. Tonight, you'll experience it at least 6-7 times, hahaha~ I was just enjoying myself and didn't intend to torture anyone. Turns out it's so much fun. Maybe Drip Wax hearing M's wailing would feel like nothing more than this," I knelt there, panting heavily. My knees were deeply scratched by the bottom of the cage, and my wrists were red from being cut. The feeling of being bound for so long made me irritable, and the pain seemed to instantly wipe away my desire. I begged Ms. Zhao to let me go to the bathroom, because I really couldn't take it anymore.

"Worthless, really useless. After you finish in the bathroom, I'll still lock you up. You can't shoot anymore, right?" "No, no... it was just about to hurt me to death, I felt like my balls were going to break..." She got off the man, pulled out a tissue and wiped her lower body. She turned to the man and said, "You wait too. Anyway, the night is long, we'll take our time." This abrupt stopping made the three of them seemingly calm down. Ms. Zhao suddenly felt ashamed and covered her lower body with something. And I also hid in the bathroom.

Chapter 11 Holy Water and Role Reversal

玩游戏的时候最忌讳中间断掉，SM也一样，当我坐在在卫生间的时候才稍稍冷静了下来，我轻轻地揉了揉被震疼的蛋，这和我想好的完全不一样，我觉得本来应该玩得更开心一些，但是她完全是依照着自己的欲望在走，她根本不考虑我的感受，无论是她的私奴还是我，都已然成为她发泄欲望的工具。但在这其中我们两个却像难兄难弟一样，乐此不疲地享受着这一切。果然我们只是那种最最低贱的臭虫而已。

"Why aren't you coming out yet? Does it take so long to go to the restroom?" Ms. Zhao urged me at the door, "I just got shaken and it hurt a bit. I feel like all my desire has been crushed." "Your desire?" Did I ever say I should consider your feelings? Aren't you just a tool? If it's over, why don't you get out quickly? "But I feel like I've almost given up. What should I do? What could I do to fill her unresolved body? I tried hard to regulate my breathing, closing my eyes to imagine what Ms. Zhao looked like before and the experiences she had described. I carefully stroked myself with my hand, hoping to maintain a certain hardness. I was just mechanical, unconscious, just making myself hard. Maybe she had manipulated me. I felt like I was exactly the kind of person she described — yes, like a disgusting bug. All I could do was try my best to please her.

I opened the bathroom door and walked out. "You're still hard, and you told me I hurt you. Looks like I wasn't strong enough. You were already on the verge of ejaculation. If you let me release like this, what's the point of playing?" "Come on, come back to the bedroom with me," Ms. Zhao stroked my foreskin backward, pulling his protruding penis toward the spot where I had just escaped. Even though I was still full of desire when I went in, and just three or four minutes ago I was on the verge of climax. Just a tiny vibrator knocked me back to my original shape. I really was useless.

That man was just like me. He was also interrupted by the abrupt stop. He covered his nose with Ms. Zhao's underwear draped over my head, while his other hand vigorously stroked his cock. We were so similar in some sense.

"You fool, who told you to do it yourself?" Ms. Zhao kicked him in the chest. "Master, no, I'm afraid I'll just go soft like this." "Do you still need my underwear to maintain your hardness? Looks like I'm no longer attractive in front of you. Maybe you'll become a substitute." It was obvious Ms. Zhao was teasing her. Her sense of chastity wouldn't allow her to do that, but in the game, what could be impossible? Looking at what Ms. Zhao was holding, the man cast an envious glance. It seemed I had taken his place, but Ms. Zhao would definitely make that happen. She looked at the red mark on my knee and gently touched it with her hand. "Looks like you've been wronged. So how about switching roles this time, letting my useless husband take your place? After all, he's just as weak and helpless as you." She turned to look at her man, coldly pointing at the cage beside her. "You, go in!" "Will things unfold the way I imagined? Could it be that I've become the protagonist of the game, but a pair of handcuffs shattered my illusions. Ms. Zhao locked my hands from behind. "Do you think that just because you're outside the cage, you're closer to your dreams?" "Stop dreaming like that," the man said as he crawled into the cage. Their games rarely used this prop. When his knee touched the bottom of the cage, he cried out in pain. It was clear he had rarely experienced the training of a criminal slave and didn't even have this kind of tolerance. I was smug on the side, but he had the female lead—his wife—and I was just a bystander as a stray dog. Ms. Zhao sat on top of the cage with her legs spread. The man could just lift his head and take in her bare lower body in full view. The only reason for spreading her legs was to use this seductive posture to make me see more clearly. This invisible yet intangible feeling felt like thousands of ants gnawing at me. "Touching my own nipples and imagining you inside the cage, maybe you'll be able to immerse yourself better," Ms. Zhao said to me.

The man looked up, seemingly never experiencing such an angle before. With just a slight tongue sticking out, he could insert it into Ms. Zhao's anus. Just moments ago, the dried stamens were slowly seeping out the liquid of desire. Ms. Zhao was like a perpetual motion machine, showering thin clusters of desire like rain and dew, continuously flowing over the man's face, soaking his eyes and brows. The liquid seemed to have become transparent but now tinged with an orange-yellow hue. That was a feeling I knew." I'm about to pee. Why don't you raise your dog's head a bit? If it spills, then its ownership won't belong to you, but to the stray dog outside the cage." But her gesture couldn't guarantee the urine wouldn't spill. The man wanted to twist his body and change positions, but the cage limited his ability unless Ms. Zhao turned around. But her goal wasn't just to feed her man; she wanted to show me the whole process as if I were hungry. She liked seeing my helpless expression, that chaotic sense of longing. Her urine volume increased, liquid spilling into the man's eyes, making him keep wiping with his hands. He opened his mouth wide—something he could drink every day had suddenly become so precious at this moment. "Do you know how long I held back for you? 点点滴滴都是我对你的爱，你要知道眼前这个男人就是奢望一辈子也喝不到我胯下的哪怕一点点，你已经比他幸福太多了，还不知足吗，给我立刻硬起来，我要看到你喝尿后的效果是不是和我预想的一样”男人果然停止了手上的动作，他不需要撸动就能勃起的下体是他奴性的证明，他双手撑着笼子好让自己的跪姿不那么难受，可尿液的量还是太多了，星星点点地洒在了地上，液体顺着地板向外流。

Previously, I had only seen other men drinking holy water in films, but today I finally saw it in real life. I really wish the person beneath her was myself. Ms. Zhao's genitals were not far above the cage. Didn't her knees feel any pain? A girl's skin should be even softer. But the man licked the top of the cage covered in liquid with his tongue, like an animal that had been locked up for a long time. "You spilled a lot on the floor. Is it not tasty? You get to drink something every day—are you tired of it today? Or do you want to leave something for your kind outside the cage?" "No, it's not that this movement really can't be fully received. If I point my mouth down and press tightly against you, wife, I promise not a single drop will spill." "I don't care what method you use, but the reality is you really wasted it, so I have no choice but to let someone else lick it off." The woman pointed at me, who was kneeling nearby, "It's your turn to act like a useless person. Use your dog head to the ground and stretch out your tongue to lick the thing flowing from the side. It's best to act a bit more lowly, so your brothers in the cage can resonate." The urine hadn't fully flowed out from under the cage, but I was already buried and tongue stretched out, ready to receive a gift that wasn't meant for me. I gasped for breath, while Ms. Zhao sat at the edge of the cage, stepping on my back and pressing my body down. "Lick, you useless thing." This is my holy water poured over my private slave. You've been waiting for a long time, thinking about it day and night, fantasizing about what is inside my body every day, even dreaming about it. Look, now it's happening. Excited, aren't you excited? When I exercise at noon, the waste in my body can't be expelled through sweat; it all accumulates in my bladder, then squeezes out bit by bit through the stuff between my labia and flows onto the floor. That's urine, my excrement, the excrement of a woman in her forties, and it smells strong, foul. You wouldn't mind, would you? Not only did you not mind, you even sharpened your head and crawled under the cage. What a pitiful thing," she stood up, stepped on my shoulder, and her feet grew stronger. She moved her feet together to the back of my head, forcing my face to press tightly against the ground under immense pressure. "What, am I heavy? With such a pained expression, your head is uneven. Turn it over and let me stand on one side of your face." I tilted my head to the side, her foot pressing directly on me. She held the cage, looked down at my expression, and said to the man in the cage, "See? A stray dog can only be crushed by my weight. If I were any heavier, its brain matter would explode. Look, look, urine is about to flow over." Ms. Zhao jumped excitedly like a child, feeling like my jawbone was about to be stomped hard. My mouth ached so much that I grinned widely. "Yes, press your mouth to the ground, then obediently suck it in." The man in the cage stared intently at Ms. Zhao's tormenting behavior. This action made his erect lower body tremble and leak threads of fluid. Maybe I was like this all the time. I felt waves of throbbing in my lower body. Just the act of stepping on me was enough to bring this lowly beast back to its original form.

终于，尿液缓慢的从地板上流向我的嘴边，最先与脸上的皮肤接触在了一起，我能闻到那浓郁的骚味，我甚至想甩下身上的女人，趴在那里将地上的尿一饮而尽，但是她结结实实的将我踩在脚下，我能感受到的只有我那扭曲不堪的脸。尿液覆盖了我被踩在地上的半张脸，可我的嘴无论如何也够不着，除了那澄黄液体散发的扑面而来的味道之外，我什么也做不到。“真没用呢，怎么就喝不到呢，和笼子里的狗男人一样，妈的看到你们两个这副贱样就想一人一脚踩死算了，”赵女士愤怒的拍打着笼子，震动抖落了笼壁上残留的尿滴，而她踩着我的脚，也更用力了，如果不马上下来，我觉得的我的整个脑袋就会咔嚓一声的碎掉。终于，她终于站在了地上，她用脚底使劲的踩着我脸旁堆积成一堆的尿，液体飞溅，她用另一只脚挑动我的身子翻了个，我便仰面朝天了。她用蘸着自己尿液的脚盖住了我的双眼，湿漉漉的，已经分不清楚是脚的味道，还是尿液的味道了。

我的意识驱动着我不断的伸长舌头舔着，不停的舔，尿液的味道开始慢慢变淡，直到只剩下我的口水味儿为止。“主……主人，我舔干净了”她没理我，却用手指了指地板，我再次转过身趴下，张开嘴贴了上去，像是接吻似的吸干了地上所有的尿。赵女士坐在了我的背上，拉起我的头发迫使我抬头看着笼子里的男人，“瞧瞧，野狗就是这个模样的，比比看你们两个到底谁更贱一点呢，我知道你们互相排斥那种被男人支配的感觉，所以选择了让你们惺惺相惜的方式。看来再好不过了呢，只是，作为你刚刚偷偷用我内裤撸的惩罚，我决定便宜胯下这个狗东西”赵女士再次像翻煎饼一样翻过身，用手指将我的下巴下压了些，稍稍抬起膝盖，对准我的脸将剩余的膀胱底部的残尿，一滴不剩的尿进了我的嘴里。“好喝么？ "I nodded furiously, and she continued speaking to the person in the cage, "You know, meeting me is your good fortune. If I hadn't married you and started a family, there would be plenty of men waiting to be my toilet, like this useless person in front of you." Ms. Zhao stood up and stomped hard on my stomach with her heel. "How could I let such a disgusting man be my toilet? I really regret it to death. But I didn't break our promise. Look, I didn't even touch this man, just peed on his face from a distance, just like you men disdain staying away from the urinal and accidentally peed on the floor. And he was just a cold toilet between my legs." She pinched a drop of urine from her own hair with her thumb and forefinger, crushed it with her fingertips, and rubbed it on the still-dry part of my body. "It's all his fault. The floor at home is dirty. Good husband, you must have been holding it in the cage, right? It makes me feel a bit sorry." She brought a tissue by the bed and carefully wiped the liquid left on her private slave's body. Looking at the red marks on her knee, she felt a bit sorry for him. She slowly stroked the man's forehead, gently lifting his chin with her fingers, looking at her with eyes full of passionate desire. "There's nothing left in my bladder, but I think you still want to drink. Then 、、、 you work hard to get my body moving, so I can nourish you multiply, okay?" She squatted on the ground, reaching the height of the man in the cage, holding the iron bar at the edge of the cage, and spoke face-to-face with the man inside.

"I think that beast is better suited to stay in there than you. What do you think?" The man did want to come out, but his compassion didn't want me inside. I don't know what kind of mindset he was thinking, but in any case, it must be a mutual appreciation between an M and an M. Ms. Zhao tossed me a used tissue. "You should clean it up too. What are you looking at? Haven't you seen me and my husband being so lovey-dovey?" Disgusting thing," she turned her head, her tone once again becoming clear and friendly. "Honey, come out, I'll help you." The man awkwardly came out of the large cage, escaping from a place that didn't belong to him. "Get in. A dog cage is better suited for stray dogs, so you don't have to crawl around inside and mess things up." She handed me a cushion that was neither too soft nor too hard, making sure I would remain kneeling in the cage. She put a collar around my neck and fixed it at a certain height, so I couldn't straighten my back. My hands were still locked at my sides, leaving them no chance to touch any part of my body. My lower body stood erect, but even with such active expression, it couldn't move the seductive Ms. Zhao outside the cage. Her whole body was slick with lustful fluids, her breath carrying a sweet scent deeply seducting me. My throat still carried the bitterness of her urine, but it was far from enough. I even wished for more. The man beside me remained mature and steady, silent, which kept my desire from fading just because another man was present.

Ms. Zhao didn't feel disgusted by the fact that her urine had just left on the man's body. On the contrary, she spread her legs even closer to me, braced herself on the bed, and ordered her man to start making a verbal move right within my arm's reach. "Yes, that's exactly it. The harder you act, the more you long for that slutty in the cage. Look at his erect thing between his legs—so much bigger than yours, so what's the use? He can only stand there, and in the end, he relies on his dirty hands to make it out, or using the dirty white socks I wore all day. He drools pitifully, so envious he feels like he's about to burst on the spot. Come on, honey, go harder, ah~~" Ms. Zhao's moans echoed in my eardrums, gradually tearing at my stubbornly held will. I saw the man giving a woman oral and tongue even closer than before, and the sound of his tongue tip and saliva tracing Ms. Zhao's lower body made my mouth water.

Ms. Zhao's calf muscles were tense. She lifted her heels and stood on tiptoe, shifting her body slightly forward, pinching the small iron rod on the cage with her toes, resting it perfectly on my hand. I smelled the foot that had just stepped on my own urine, not even a trace of dead skin left. I wanted to lick, I wanted to lick it so badly. I stretched my neck, but it was firmly held by the collar, just a tiny distance away. Ms. Zhao was doing it on purpose, teasing me. I had countless times hoped that during couples kissing, the female lead would step on me. That kind of scene, only seen in videos, was a hundred times more thrilling in real life. Perhaps it was touched on a sensitive spot, or perhaps his private slave's vigorous licking brought her unprecedented pleasure. Ms. Zhao's toes kept curling and tensing, and eventually she kicked the cage with her heel hard. The vibration made my blood boil. The man who had been pulling strings in the cage for half an hour was now me. Watching my lower body continuously leak prostate fluid, my desire soared to new heights. I was desperate, wanting to stroke myself and extinguish the fire of desire in my heart.

Ms. Zhao suddenly lifted her hips, turned around, and straddled the man's face. This more direct oral posture allowed the man to move his entire tongue in and out of her body like a tool for his tongue. She straightened her waist, skillfully twisting her hips, rubbing back and forth on the man's face. If an ordinary woman pleased a man's lower body this way, Ms. Zhao used this position to let her desire flow even more intensely. "Honey, your tongue is really hard, much harder than your impotent lower body. That soft tongue tip feels tense, and every time it rubs against my labia, it feels so good. I'll just scrape your face like this. Even if it does, I won't let the slutty girl in the cage touch me even once. She only deserves to envy and lick my dirty feet during our sex. Honey, if you lick it more comfortably, I'll feed your feet to him, so he can taste the mistress's taste too." The man's face beneath him was covered, so he couldn't see anything. He was like a hardworking beast, mechanically soothing his wife with his nose and the protruding part of his face. If it were an ordinary family, she would be a woman who'd been married for over ten years and had been until she was sick. But in the man's eyes, Ms. Zhao had always played the role of S, giving a little life to the withered affairs of their men and women. I also have my own family, but I can't even play the role of an ordinary woman. I have long lost those worldly desires. Yet Ms. Zhao before me, though lacking advantages in beauty and age, holds an infinite allure for me. Every drop of liquid flowing from her becomes the nectar of my own shamelessness. I survive for the little charity she can offer, gripping the cage tighter, my tongue stretched long, as if licking the deepest part of her soul.

Ms. Zhao lifted her head, eyes tightly shut, brows furrowed. Perhaps as she was about to climax, the lines of her hip muscles became clear, and her whole body rubbed against the man beneath her legs with strength. This external stimulation might be more addictive than the pleasure of direct penetration. "Damn...... So good...... "Damn it," Ms. Zhao said inadvertently, her primal instincts snapping back to her human instincts. "You slut, lick my feet. You live just to entertain us. Look at how filthy you are in the cage—you can't get it, right? That's a must. Even as an S, I only belong to this useless man between my legs. Look how small his cock is—even if you lift the foreskin, nothing might come out, and there's even the smell of being wrapped up. But I just like using the feet your mouth used to serve him to step on him, to play with him." Then I watched him slowly spit out white stuff outward. That tiny feeling was proof of his submission to me. And you, pitifully, could only desperately stroke your dog cock up and down with your calloused hands over the past decade. The skin was about to break, but because it was too slow, you couldn't finish. I knew why I couldn't cum, because you fantasized about me every day, day after day, even though there was no pleasure, you treated it as a ritual to please me, just hearing me speak. As long as I give you a command, you'll jerk off everywhere—in the foul-smelling public restroom, even if someone else is squatting in the stall, secretly in the office, and after your wife is asleep, you run to the bathroom to listen to my voice and play. How filthy! She's a woman over forty whom I've never met before, yet her filthy soul is worn away by my words. Right now, I'm enjoying my husband's gentle oral work, and you can only lick my feet within less than a meter...... So, how is it? Holding it in all is tough, huh? Useless, slut...... Ah...... Honey, lick ...... "I think I'm going to get taller," Ms. Zhao pressed the man's face even harder. The man instinctively twisted his body. Maybe his breathing was blocked by the thin film of liquid falling from the woman's body, or maybe he would die beneath her crotch any second...... "Please, let me do it, let me take your place and become the worm beneath her feet." This was my longing inside.

Ms. Zhao's body went limp. She lay face down on the bed, gasping for breath. The man slowly crawled out from beneath her, his face crushed beyond recognition. He pulled the bedsheet over Ms. Zhao's back. Perhaps only at this moment did he refuse to share his queen with me, who was in the cage, but there was no hatred in his eyes—this was his final stubbornness.

"Get down and continue serving my sacred anus until I fall asleep comfortably," "But what about him......", "Throw him my underwear, let him cover his mouth with a hood, and then tomorrow he'll know what it's like to be kept in captivity." Ms. Zhao didn't even speak to me directly; she gave orders to the man like a command. The man leaned in, slowly licking Ms. Zhao's anus, contaminated by his own fluids. "I still like it when you lick me like this. So gentle, so comfortable......" Ms. Zhao's voice gradually faded. Then I stopped hearing her voice. Only after confirming she was completely asleep did the man slowly come up to me.

Chapter 12: Husband's Narrative and Daughter's Alertness

He carefully unlocked my wrist and handed me Ms. Zhao's panties. Before he could speak, I crazily pressed her treasured intimate item to my nose. It smells 、、、 really good...... I stroked my swollen, purple-blooded cock hard, even though a man was standing before me.

"Brother, stop, if you shoot, you'll feel really bad tonight... or, I can let you go back..." This was genuinely what he felt, but I really didn't want to leave, nor was I willing to just shoot like that. I was in a dilemma. "I... I don't want to leave. Bro, you don't mind if I stay in your bedroom, right?" "I'm fine, once I'm asleep, I don't know anything. The problem is, the cage isn't big. How are you going to sleep?" "It's okay, I can adapt." The man's kind conversation slightly eased my impulsive behavior. "It's just... I kind of need to use the bathroom... otherwise no one will open the cage for me tonight... Is she asleep?" The man nodded. "Usually when she's high, she sleeps fairly soundly. You go to the bathroom first, I'll tidy up and make you a mat. Once you decide, I'll lock it when you come back." "Okay."

I tiptoed out of the cage, standing by the toilet but unable to pee. My urethra was blocked by the freshly released stuff, so I waited for five minutes before I could feel anything. I washed my face briefly and wiped my shoulders too. The urine on my body was already icy cold. In the dirty laundry basket were Ms. Zhao's old stockings and yoga pants. I secretly picked them up and sniffed them—the feeling was as stimulating as being a thief. The man's earnest words eased the emotions I had just wanted to release, but the retraction of desire was obviously much slower. What he seemed to experience every day was, to me, like a life-saving cure. When I went over again, he had already set up the cage. "Bro, are you sure you want to stay here?" I nodded again, "Alright." He locked the cage from the outside and carefully placed a small glass of water next to it. "Bro, I'll tidy up and go to sleep. The snoring is pretty loud, please forgive me." "It's fine." As a semi-transparent cover covered the cage, my vision went blank. The man was tidying up, then turned off the lights. The room instantly darkened, and along with it came my wild desire. The underwear inside the cage didn't smell as pleasant anymore, mixed with the scent of an adult woman's crotch. When a person woke up, even their sense of smell became sharp. What am I hoping for? It seems today's drama is over. She can't possibly get up to train me. If she could, it would have already happened earlier. I wouldn't hope she would toy with me tomorrow too. Maybe I was just daydreaming. The padded cage was still hard, forcing me to keep changing positions. Fortunately, she didn't ask me to lock my hands, or it would really be painful. Under the confusion of desire, people's tolerance increases significantly, but if that desire disappears, then...... I don't think about it anymore. My phone is still outside. How am I supposed to get through this long night?

The sounds inside the room rose and fell. Ms. Zhao's was a bit softer, but you could tell she was sleeping soundly. "Sometimes when my private slave licks me, I fall asleep and sleep for a long time, because I was so relaxed then." Ms. Zhao once boasted to me like this. The man hadn't been released, but he probably wouldn't dare to secretly ejaculate. I roughly knew that for couples who had been married for over ten years, if not for the novelty of SM, serving one wife day in and day out for decades would be quite painful. Maybe my presence could even serve as their regulator. I decided to sleep in a different position too. The cage I was covered in was like blindfolding my eyes, and with such a dark room, I had nothing left to fantasize about. I was already very tired today, but without being released, I couldn't help but feel a bit unwilling.

In a daze, I seemed to have fallen asleep, yet I couldn't sleep soundly. After all, I was sitting on a hard iron plate, like sitting in the hard seat of a green train, only not as crowded. The snoring in the room had already disappeared; both of them had entered deep sleep. I didn't even know how much time had passed. This feeling of being trapped was not good at all. But I was being held by Ms. Zhao, and this was her home. Thinking about this, I still held on to that tiny bit of hope.

Another stumble, my head hit my own knee, my leg was already numb, I had to change my position. I lay on my side there, curling my legs. The sky showed no sign of brightening, and the room was once again filled with snoring, very loud, from that man. This is what sleeping looks like for ordinary couples; they and I are the same, two eyes and one nose, and at this very moment, there’s not much difference. I was incredibly tired, dozing off constantly, unable to open my eyes, groggy, not even knowing if I was awake or asleep. At this time, my desire for the bed was even stronger than that of a queen. The size of the cage would not let me stretch out, so I stretched my leg hard and kicked the cage with a clang. I immediately stopped moving my leg and stayed very still, afraid of waking them. Perhaps at this moment, I was no longer so pathetic.

Someone is poking me with something, that kind of hazy yet real feeling, but I can't wake up. I get poked again. I slightly open my eyes; Ms. Zhao has already changed out of that outfit and is now squatting in front of the cage in her pajamas, lifting the cover and staring at me. The small night light in the room emits a faint glow, just enough to see vaguely but not so bright that it makes my eyes unable to open. I am so scared that I lean back suddenly, my head hitting the cage heavily, and the pain makes me clutch my head tightly. "Idiot, are you always this stupid when you’re not being a dog?" she whispers mockingly to me. I glance sideways at the man who is still sleeping soundly. "Don’t worry, he’s in a deep sleep. If it weren’t for an earthquake of magnitude 8 or higher, he wouldn’t wake up. In fact, the reason I often have insomnia is because of his snoring. Luckily, he was taken care of well just now, so my mood won’t be too bad. How is it, are you getting used to being caged?" "It’s a little different from what I imagined, lacking interaction; it feels like only the basic physiological needs remain," I said. "Exactly, that’s how it feels when desire fades," she replied. "What time is it now?" "Just past six, nearly the same time I get up. Usually, I get up at 6:30 to make breakfast for the little ones," Ms. Zhao said kindly, like a real mother. Her queenly aura is completely undetectable. "Thirsty? I’ll get you some water." I nodded. "You stay quietly inside first." Ms. Zhao turned to leave, but I grabbed a corner of her pajamas through the cage gaps. "What are you doing?" I looked at her with longing eyes, like a child acting spoiled, "You...... Will your morning urine be left for your private slave? "Of course not. I'm sure he can't stand that smell. We play this game based on health," she didn't seem to immediately understand what I meant, "So...... Can you ......?", "What, do you want to drink it~ The taste will be strong," I knelt up, and the long-lost morning erection gave her my answer, "Oh, at this age, you still get morning erections? That's amazing...... Looks like abstinence is effective. Yesterday, after watching for so long, I didn't jerk myself off. Looks like you can hold it off." I didn't tell her it was her private slave, but kindly reminded me that comrades are meant to fight side by side, not to be betrayed. "Are you sure you want to drink? I forgot to use the bathroom when I fell asleep last night. I held it in all night. Either don't drink at all, or if you do, you have to finish every drop. No matter how it tastes, do you understand?"

Ms. Zhao was very pleased with my worship of her. Although she had her own private slaves and was admired by many male submissives online, perhaps this kind of face-to-face admiration was the most reassuring and real feeling. The confident yet proud smile on her face instantly banished my drowsiness. I handed Ms. Zhao the empty paper cup that the man had left outside the cage yesterday, my hands trembling with excitement.

Ms. Zhao looked at the paper cup in surprise. "This probably isn't enough. I'm not a water dispenser. I can turn on and off so you can drink whenever you want and stop whenever you want,...... Wait here, I'll go get something." That lively vibe made me feel like a naive girl just entering the industry, curious about everything. She probably would take a bigger container, I thought to myself, and instinctively swallowed. My dry throat was as hungry as my lower body. I glanced at the man not far away. He seemed to be breathing steadily, clearly unlikely to wake up, which gave me a thrilling cheating experience. Ms. Zhao came back. She usually didn't wear makeup, and she wouldn't let me feel that disappointment after removing it. No matter how you looked at it, she radiated the hormones typical of her age. Her hair was clearly combed in front of the mirror, noticeably different from the messy look she had looked at yesterday while lying there being served. She was holding something strange, a piece that looked like a funnel cut in half when looking at the mountain. "What is this ......?" "Something that makes a girl pee while standing. Never seen it, right? Actually, I don't like seeing someone lying under me drinking urine. It's like how you male masochists like to look at S's face when they're being abused. When I play with the one lying on the bed, I like to see his expression change." Morning urine must be bitter. Since you can finish it, I'll watch your painful expression as you drink it bit by bit, okay? ”

Ms. Zhao pulled her pajama pants and underwear back just above her knees. The clumps of hair and the dim lighting perfectly concealed the spot I longed for. "Come on, come closer and smell it. I slept after climaxing last night. The area around me was the same as the clotted fluid that dried and stuck to my underwear. That's how it happens when you get older. I remember when I was in my twenties, the secretions were all transparent. But the whiter, deeper, and dirtier this stuff is, the more you sluts like it. You sluts like you want to smear it all over your faces before it's dry. Don't you want me to stick it right on your face so you can smell it properly? Stop dreaming. If I hadn't been so merciful, you wouldn't have tasted a single drop of holy water." "A faint, pungent scent emanated from deep within her fur, a scent from the deepest part of her lower body, wrapped in two valves. After a whole night of pressure on her inner mucous membranes, the scent grew even stronger. I stretched out my tongue, but I couldn't reach it. She controlled the distance between us. Her body was sacred, forever out of reach." Just smell it, don't be ungrateful. Are you ready? I opened my mouth wide and nodded. She placed the urine dispenser under her own body, pressing the funnel-like incision against my mouth, while grabbing my hair with her other hand. "Have you never been this close to your goddess? You've been thinking about it all day long. Is this the mouth you use to serve your wife at home every day?" Right now, I'm just a stranger's urinal. Savor the taste of morning urine, don't rush to swallow it. I'll pee for you slowly, slowly, making sure you don't choke. I'll use it to fill your stomach little by little after a whole night, and ideally, the urine can overflow directly into your throat. Ms. Zhao let go of my hair and lifted the hair below her lower abdomen a little. Soon after, a gentle stream flowed out. I couldn't see its color, but what followed was a fishy, sour smell rushing into my nose. The liquid in the urine collection kept rising, and when it just happened to pass the outlet, the urine slid down the downward surface into my mouth. I pouted and sucked hard, as if drinking sweet wine directly through a straw. That greedy expression made Ms. Zhao very satisfied. "Is it good? What does it taste like? Compared to the one on the floor last night, doesn't it feel hotter and stronger? I can definitely smell it. It's so pungent. But you beast really like it, don't you?" After waiting all night in the cage for the goddess's morning urine, rinse it in your mouth so the urine can wash your teeth all over, then slowly soak your tongue to enjoy the taste. When you get back and think of me again, you'll instinctively stand up. Just one soak of urine can drain your entire seminal vesicles. It's been stored up for a long time and hasn't released, right? Come on, don't let your hands slack off too. If you miss the chance to stroke, I'll have to go to work and won't have time to deal with you. You don't have feelings for the bed I've been in before, are you? Could that really be the object you fantasize about? I don't believe it, so now, while you're here,, get hard, your hands need to keep pace with the speed you drink. I've held it in for so long, 1-2 minutes is no problem, enough for you to release. Let me see your performance with my own eyes. What's the difference between the video you filmed before and you? I want you to silently stroke it, then squeeze the semen out from inside and squeeze it into your hand. After drinking all the urine, lick it and taste your own thing. Didn't you say it was okay? Didn't you say that as long as the partner is me, eating your own semen is no problem at all? Then I'll just put on a good show. Whether it's real or acting," she said, but her urination didn't slow down. I felt the urine dispenser by my mouth getting heavier. I could already see through the edge of the white container a deep yellow liquid filled with a few bubbles. To prevent it from spilling, I had to suck the bitter urine into my mouth one mouthful at a time. The smell made my hair stand on end. Morning urine didn't taste good, but I couldn't help but swallow. Maybe Wu Dalang lying there was thinking the same when Pan Jinlian poisoned him.

Nearly a minute passed, and her urine kept pouring into the container. I could clearly see the little bubbles sliding toward the edge as the water shot in. "You're drinking so slowly, my hand is almost sore. What, can't you swallow it?" And yet you still claim to be someone who's eaten gold? Are you lying? This is just holy water. And your hands, barely touching and already this hard. Is the goddess's urine really your aphrodisiac? You useless person, drink big mouthfuls! She tilted the inlet even more sharply, and a small stream of urine spilled down my lips. I didn't dare slack off and sped up my swallowing. My throat was making a gurgling sound, like a stray dog just out of the desert, poking its head to suck up the dirty puddles when it touches a foul pool.

"You look good. Hey, why are you frowning? It's tough, right? But when morning urine flows into your mouth, do you feel so good you're dizzy? You want to stroke yourself to death. Oh my, if you follow me, your hands move faster. Look, your dog dick has turned purple-black from you, no different from a dog whip. Keep it up, maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll give you a few more kicks." My speed, stimulated by her constant words, finally surpassed Ms. Zhao's excretion speed. She wasn't to be outdone, as if she wanted to dump all the accumulated things we'd accumulated before meeting at once. The color of the urine seemed a bit cloudy, and the taste became even more bitter. I felt my belly start to feel full, round to the touch. The idea that "urine can fill you up" wasn't just a fabrication; after experiencing it, anything is possible.

I propped myself up with my hand, my mouth moving away from where the liquid had flowed. "Goddess, I can't take it anymore, I'm too full, let me take it easy." "You take your time, I'll pee on mine. No matter what, I'll feed you so you won't be thirsty all morning." She smiled wickedly. If only she could spit on me again, it would be even better. I took a few deep breaths, then took the initiative to pick up the urinal and drank the rest of my morning urine in one gulp. "Wow, that's great! But why haven't you come yet? Is it really this useless?" Stick your cock out, let me help you. Look how filthy you are—just freed your hands and now you're touching your own breasts. Are you sensitive? The esophagus is filled with my urine, doesn't it feel amazing? You just look up at me like this, and then I'll go crazy by stepping on you, huh? "My cock, stretched out from the cage, rubbed against the soles of her shoes and the floor. Her slipper-clad little feet completely crushed my glans, wriggling and wriggling. Her twisted appearance was as miserable as an earthworm accidentally stepped on by a passing woman after the rain.

"It looks so hard, but actually quite soft when stepped on. Is this the thing you use for fertility?" I'm stepping on you, look how deformed you are. When you get home, you'll still use it to fuck your wife. Maybe because of my stepping, you might become even more fierce in the future. Look, your cock works so hard to get hard, yet at this moment it can't touch the soles of my feet. You can only satisfy yourself through the pleasure from the thick soles rubbing, because you know it doesn't deserve it. Later, my shoes were thrown away. How disgusting. Using your business trip meeting money to pay me and make the master wear new shoes. Then I slap you hard with slippers contaminated with your semen, okay? Look at you, coming all this way, first becoming my trash can, then my dog in the cage, and now you're my urine refill. No, not even a potty reperto, the one who fetchs urine, ha, how humble and lowly you are. I was locked in a cage all night, and your goddess rewarded me with morning urine, and now I'm enjoying myself here. Your breasts have grown big from your rubbing. Ugh, they're as filthy as your lower body." Ms. Zhao despised my lecherous pleasure and spat a mouthful of phlegm on my face, sticky and covering my eyes. It slowly dripped down. I quickly licked it into my mouth and made slanderous sounds, "So damn filthy. I didn't brush my teeth this morning and you just ate what I vomited out right away. It's just as filthy as your dick. Haven't had enough to drink, huh? A big bag of morning urine can't fill your mouth? If you like it, I'll throw you up, hmm?" "Damn it, press your face closer," I quickly stretched my head over, pressing it tightly against the cage, the flesh on my face separated into long strips. "Pah, you slut, wild dog, come for me, come out under the soles of my dirty shoes," Ms. Zhao stomped heavily on me a few times. It hurt, very much, but thick white fluid still leaked out through the tubes inside the sponge, then even thicker things sprayed out. Her feet didn't stop, stomping a few more times, then she stomped hard and started grinding. "Come on, squeeze it clean. I'm going to squeeze you out until not a single drop remains." ”

After several attempts, I couldn't ejaculate anymore. The body I had just been supporting went limp. I wiped Ms. Zhao's saliva that hadn't been licked off completely onto my face. I could smell a faint scent of saliva touching air—a scent even goddesses couldn't escape. The urine in my stomach churned upward, making me burp a few times. Ms. Zhao opened the cage, let my head stick out, took off her shoes, dipped the soles in the semen on the floor, and started slapping my face hard. "You slut, only slave sex after cumming is what you call slavery, got it?" If you want to think about other women, it's only a disloyal dog like you who spends money all day to use all kinds of paid prostitutes as toilets. Just thinking about it makes me sick." She twitched again and again, showing no intention of stopping. But my pleasure was rapidly fading, and I endured each heavy slap with willpower. She was exhausted, tossed her shoes aside, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

The noise just now was a bit loud. The man on the bed turned over, opened his eyes, and sat up. But the drama had already ended. All he saw was my disheveled self and the back of Ms. Zhao. He seemed to smell something, perhaps the scent of semen from a man he knew all too well. He pinched his nose, got up, and also left the room.

The sound of water flowing, the sound of the range hood turning on, Ms. Zhao should be starting to prepare breakfast by now. The two of them seemed to be saying something, but I couldn’t hear anything. I climbed out of the cage and used the nearby tissues to clean up the mess I had made. My face felt hot and swollen; the few slaps from Ms. Zhao just now were very forceful. So, does she actually want me to release my desire because of this, or suppress it? I can’t figure it out. The arrival of the sage mode made me feel extremely uncomfortable. Only one night has passed, and I feel like I can change my flight to today again, then slink away. So exhausted…

The smell of food wafted over. After all, she was a housewife now, so cooking a few decent dishes was really no problem for Ms. Zhao. But my stomach was bloated and kept rising, and although I had been a bit hungry before, now I was completely full from being fed the holy water.

"Why are you still hiding here? I've opened the cage for you. Go wash up. I prepared a disposable toothbrush for you, and it was pretty quick. I was planning to have my private slave do it." She became much more polite. I forced myself to stand up but stumbled and almost fell. Only then did I realize that when my cock was stepped on, my whole muscle had tensed and strained hard, and the sudden rush made me lose the strength to stand. I forced a smile and took the trash I had made with me outside.

The new towels and toiletries were placed in the bathroom. I took a warm shower, and the two of them had already started eating breakfast, not treating me like an outsider. Perhaps she has already seen through me completely. "My husband is taking me to work. You just delayed me too long, and if you are late coming back, you are dead," the food was on the table. "Try my cooking." "I..." I probably wanted to say something like I'll leave after I finish eating. But I choked and didn't speak. "After eating, if you want to rest, you can rest for a while, but your resting place is only the cage or the bathroom floor. If you don't like it, get lost immediately." With that, the man left holding Ms. Zhao's arm. The man was probably still in a confused state. Ms. Zhao would probably explain something to him in the car. The house began to become quiet. Although it wasn't my own home, I felt a different kind of warmth. Ms. Zhao had previously asked me to book my return ticket two days later. She must have her own reasons for doing so. Perhaps, we could still have something happen…

I enjoyed the leftover breakfast on the table. Although it was leftover, it was much better than when I came yesterday. Perhaps Ms. Zhao usually gets through sage mode by comforting men's stomachs. After the meal, I cleared the table and washed the dishes and chopsticks for both of them. I felt like a servant, but unlike other servants, there was no physical lock restraining me. The door was open, so I could leave anytime, anywhere. She wasn't even worried about me taking anything valuable. Had her control over me really been this terrifying? I carefully tidied up the room, dusted the doghouse, cleaned the dog cage, and wiped off any residue left on it. At the end of the sheets were some bodily fluids Ms. Zhao had accidentally left while being served last night. I couldn't help but lie down and lick them a few times. In other people's homes, it would be thrilling—if it weren't for this man......

If it weren't for this man, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to see her. I didn't receive any messages on my phone. In the house, the sofa and bed, all the places suitable for resting, were available, yet I quietly crawled back into the cage, pulled the lid over my head, and fell asleep against the iron bars.

Chapter 13: Rainy Night Deep Throat and Husband Not Present

The weather in Changsha looked even more like a child's face than I had imagined. Just moments ago, I was smiling, but soon it was pouring rain. The deafening thunder jolted me awake from my sleep. I don't remember exactly what I had just dreamed. Countless raindrops hit the glass, making a soft white noise. The feeling was very pleasant. On rainy days, it's best to lie on a soft bed covered with thick quilts and sleep soundly, while I leaned against the cold cage. Why would I foolishly torture myself? Hearing the door knock, I could have crawled into the cage in time. I reached out through the gap in the cage to touch the bed where Ms. Zhao had lain. It was so soft, and it still carried the lingering scent of lust from her body. I pushed open the lid of the cage with my head and crawled out. I lay my naked body right where she had slept, stretching my torso, trying to become one with the bed completely. Drowsiness and fatigue came so quickly that with this strange movement, I fell asleep again within seconds. The sound of raindrops grew louder and louder, but this sleep-aiding sound, which worked better than a hypnotic, made my whole body relax and go limp.

"You're quite bold, just blatantly lying on my bed like this," a voice faintly came to my ear, breaking a certain calm. Who was this voice, and why did it feel so familiar? That domineering yet lustful feeling, that kind of sensation I often got from phone calls. I suddenly shivered and sat up. When I looked back, Ms. Zhao was standing not far from me. Her hair was wet, as if she had been caught in the rain, and the cuffs of her pants and her boots were splattered with bits of mud. She hadn't even changed her shoes before rushing into the bedroom to find me. I knelt sideways on the floor, afraid to make a sound, like a child who had done something wrong. She stepped forward and pressed her boot on my toe. The pain was excruciating, but I didn't dare make a single sound. While wearing a pained expression, I used the corner of my eye to scan the room, checking for anyone else, hoping that being alone would give me a bit more courage."

"Looking for something? I came back alone, originally planned to go to the gym, but this damn weather just kills my mood," Ms. Zhao complained to me. She spoke to me as usual, but the pressing of her feet showed no sign of stopping, as if nothing had happened. "Hungry?" I nodded. "Want to eat something?" "Gold." "Go to hell, speak properly." She was already standing on my feet and rising on her toes. She smiled at the grimace I made. "Just a little hungry, I'll eat whatever you say." But, is it really okay to avoid your husband? I didn’t say this out loud. Why would I cause trouble for myself or provoke her displeasure? Ms. Zhao had always been known for her loyalty to her family, and I didn’t want to shatter even a hint of that thought right from the beginning.

"I just want to drink some hot porridge, something warm. I'm not very hungry anyway, and I don't want to work out at noon. Can you cook it? We have all the ingredients at home." "I... I can, I guess." Isn't it just rice in the pot? "Aren’t you going to eat anything else?" "This is just my usual portion. What, is it not enough for you? If it’s not enough, maybe I can feed you something else." She smiled mysteriously. What do you mean... what is she going to feed me? My head is buzzing, but dopamine keeps surging. "The house is cleaned up too, not bad. Normally, I do all this at home by myself. Seems a bit nice to have a domestic servant feeling." Actually, I don’t do housework at home at all, just like her husband. I don’t like the type of submissive person who sees being treated like a beast of burden as a way to improve themselves, even though I used to happily wipe tables, mop floors, and sort out trash at the house of a girl I liked. But the inevitable result of all that should be the reward you get after finishing everything, not the process itself. Ms. Zhao lay on the bed stretching, like a lazy rag doll, soft and inviting someone to gently touch her forehead and stroke the strands of hair dampened by the rain. Her slender legs are much better than those x’s and o’s on the street, naturally graceful. Maybe she could be a dance teacher too.

"Why are you staring at me in a daze? Your gaze is full of sleazy, making me want to step on your face with the sole of my foot," I knelt down with a thud and stepped forward a few paces on my knee...... "Please...... Step on ......" Before I could say anything, she stepped on my face with her muddy shoe. "You know I need a shoe rack right now? It's raining heavily outside, with scattered muddy water everywhere. How can you lie so peacefully on my bed like this? Why?" "Are you enjoying the pleasure of overstepping this bounds?" How dare you sleep on my bed? My private slave and I have had sex on this bed countless times. Whether with his mouth or tools, all the things that hadn't been cleaned in time seeped into this thick mattress. I really wanted to move it away, then squeeze you inside, and without telling my private slave, to freely vent his desires on top of you. Just thinking about it feels amazing. I think if I could brainwash you into a pure cuckold, it would definitely boost my confidence. Unfortunately, my private slave is really just an M, just like you—unable to stir up even a little wave, unable to help the mess. He can't even play the role of a decent man, just kneeling there silently licking, licking, not even panting softly. Do you know why sometimes I fall asleep while being licked? Do you really think that's pleasure? Seriously, that's a huge mistake. Comfort is just psychological comfort for him. In reality, I just fell asleep bored. But even when I fell asleep, my lower body, controlled by my autonomic nervous system, was still licked so wetly by him that he mistakenly thought I was truly enjoying the process. Men love the new and dislike the old, and so do women. I never interfere with his flirting with other women online, but only if I don't find out. After all, I can't be a double standard; that doesn't go against my own beliefs. I don't spend all day online chatting with you long-distance guys, only fantasizing about my lowly boars~" She slowly scraped my face with the rubber folds of her shoes, and the black mud stuck in the gaps had already smeared me into a mess.

"Why is your face so dirty? You've done all the housework, but you don't clean yourself up? Stray dogs are just unhygienic. No wonder you wander everywhere looking for their owners. You must be the kind of pervert who rummages through single women's trash in the hallways, or throw away toilet paper or wear old clothes you don't bother washing. You fantasize about the women behind the door, imagining them as the goddesses in your heart, kneeling with your eyes closed and masturbating in front of that bag of trash. Maybe she's just an ordinary-looking factory girl, a cleaner, or even a greasy auntie." But all you can do is imagine her delicate face, pulling out leftovers she's eaten and spat out from her bag. So pitiful." Ms. Zhao gently brushed away the things she had just smeared on my face with her heel. Her legs were straight, her lower abdomen supporting her lower body, her feet resting on my face. My lower body was aimed at her like a gun, and I was afraid I might accidentally shoot her at the next second.

"Wipe it," she handed over a tissue paper. "I don't like you being dirty. Actually, you're quite handsome. Maybe I've been watching my private servant for too long and I'm tired of you. Guess if he knows about me coming back early today? He must be trying hard to persuade you to leave. Think about it, I've already guessed that foolish thing he'd done is almost certain. He must be restless in his office right now, because he's afraid I'll come back early, afraid I'll do something he hopes for and will be disappointed." But he really didn't need to be so anxious. I treated male M men like castrated animals. Aside from their mouths and the tools they propped up, they had no other way to please me. Physical contact was just wishful thinking. So, don't have unrealistic ideas just because I came back alone early, idiot." She pulled one leg back and unzipped her shoes from the side. Under her yoga pants was a thin short stocking, so transparent that the veins on the top of her feet were clearly visible. "I know you like white socks, and I know you hate short stockings, but...... "You like this smell, don't you?" She stepped on my freshly cleaned face with her almost barefoot foot. "Smell it, this is the original scent of the goddess's feet in your heart. Boots aren't breathable, and stockings aren't like cotton socks, which can temporarily trap foot sweat inside. Isn't it wet?" She rubbed her sole horizontally against my nose, the thin stockings making a rustling sound—she was teasing me...... The Ms. Zhao I admired was teasing me personally. Unconsciously, I stroked my breasts with both hands, hoping to make my arousal even stronger. "You like to move this, huh? I have plenty of clips~ Wait a moment," I was still enjoying the lingering warmth from her feet, but she moved it away. She rummaged through and found a chain that could hold both breasts at once. One hand could hold it from a distance, and pulling back even a little would make the spot where I was gripped hurt as if biting. Nipple clamps, as for us, we played with them often. Sometimes watching him grimace, I wasn't sure if he was enjoying it or something else. Ms. Zhao's feet rested on my face, letting the warm breath from the sole of her stockings travel through my nose to my whole body, the waves of scent stimulating me. "It's standing up, huh? Why is it so high? Didn't you say at home no matter how much your wife dresses up, she can't stand upright?" What's going on? I think it could be used as a shoe rack for me. Let's see how many pairs I can hang." She used her toes to pick up a slipper from the side and hung it up. "It fits perfectly, just stand upright, don't fall off!" She used her toes to stuff my nostrils one after another, covering my eyes, slapping my cheeks, and finally stuffing them into my mouth, stretching my jawbones on both sides to the fullest. "What does it feel like to have my foot in your mouth? Is it different from other paid S-s?" My toes are so sharp they could reach your tonsils. Can you use my fingernail to cut them and let the blood flow down your throat?" Although she said this, she wasn't ruthless enough to destroy my body. She hated blood and rarely played bloody training with her husband, like piercing. If you set aside her queen status, Ms. Zhao's stern exterior was still a gentle woman. She wouldn't harm anyone's body, even if I was a wild dog......

Before I finished speaking, I clearly felt a sharp pain in my throat, and the smell of rust wafted from my throat. Instinctively, I clamped her foot between my mouth, but she showed no intention of pulling it out. Saliva trickled down my chin. Maybe the feeling of being deeply throated wasn't as pleasurable as I had imagined. "I feel like something is being pierced by my fingernails. Why do you keep drooling? Can't my foot stop it?" Ms. Zhao's foot was stuck even deeper, her fingertips even touching the throat area. It blocked my breathing, and tears were about to fall. I gently grabbed her leg and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. "I want to put my whole foot in. Looks like your mouth still can't hold it. It's useless," she poked hard a few times, pulling her foot out. Her wet foot shone brilliantly under the light, with a bright red mark at her fingertips. She seemed to sense something was wrong and slowly bent down in front of me. "You broke it, huh? No wonder you look so pained. Open it up and let me see." "I obediently opened my mouth and let her check my mouth," "There is a small cut, but not big, it's my fault." "No, no, I didn't suck it well." "So cheeky, whoever's fault is his. Would I blame you? Wait a moment, I'll go get the medicine." Her tenderness squeezed my desire. The better she treated me, the calmer my desire to be masochistic became. Ms. Zhao carefully applied a thin medicinal film to the mucous membrane of my throat. "I use this when I have mouth ulcers, don't worry." "I closed my mouth and nodded. 'Go get some wet wipes and clean my feet. Your bleeding has completely killed my mood. I was actually thinking of teasing you a little while he’s not around, but I was careless.' Maybe she was just acting on a whim and, at a certain moment, revealed her most primitive side. If I could have held back… maybe then. I felt slightly disappointed; the feeling of torment was in that instant, and once missed, it is really missed.

"I'm home. When will you be back? Yeah, I spaced out today. Buy some groceries or something—you have to at least show some hospitality. Mm-hmm, I'll do the main dish, you can assist. I'll wait for you." She dialed that man's number. Because of this, my fantasy was shattered. I lay there pitifully, like a wild dog beaten to the brink of death, my eyes losing some of their life. 'Consider it compensation. I'll make something delicious with my own hands. Take care of your voice first, don't overthink it,' she said. The wound would take at least two or three days to heal. By then, I would have already gone home. I felt a bit disappointed—no, very disappointed. Even if she made me suffer some physical pain, I would have been willing. Why did it just end like that? Crap... I cursed myself in my heart, cursing my own uselessness.

The man seemed to feel a sense of crisis; in less than 20 minutes, he returned home weary and dusty, carrying what looked like very heavy bags. Was he actually worried about my presence as such a stranger, or was he genuinely welcoming this brother who had come from afar? "Do you want to rest for a bit? Sleeping in the cage yesterday must have been uncomfortable," Ms. Zhao asked me like an old friend long unseen. "I'll allow you to sleep on the bed, but you have to clean yourself up first. I hate dirty people." Without asking my opinion, she had already made arrangements for me. She took out an old pajama, "It used to be my husband’s. It's been cleaned—if you don't mind, you can wear it." "Does he mind?" "He wouldn’t dare." She was that domineering. After handing it to me, she went into the kitchen with the man, and all I could hear was the intermittent, indistinct conversation seeping through the door cracks. I slipped into the bathroom, and the warm water once again poured over me, bringing waves of sleepiness and a sense of loss. I stood there like a deflated balloon, scrubbing away my guilt with the shower. On the bathroom rack hung towels that Ms. Zhao had used. I took one down, smelled it deeply, confirmed it was full of industrial fragrance, and then put it back. No matter what, I couldn’t get an erection. Maybe it was better to just retreat after dinner, I thought to myself.

I dried myself off, wore the pajamas that another man had worn, and lay down on Ms. Zhao's bed. The second time I lay down, the earlier thrill was gone. I covered myself with my own clothes and quickly fell asleep.

In the kitchen

"You came back so early today and didn’t even tell me in advance, so I went to pick you up," the man said timidly. "You usually don’t pick me up, so what’s this? Feeling a sense of crisis? Or have you lost even basic trust in me?" "N-no… it’s not… he seems to have fallen asleep, he’s snoring," "Let him sleep for a while, it’s considered friendship anyway, don’t you think?" "You usually call them stray dogs," a wave of jealousy swept through the man. "Kneel as a slave, stand up as a friend, isn’t that what you taught me? I always thought, a dog is a dog, a human is a human, talking to you is meaningless." Ms. Zhao glanced at the man with slight disdain. "Why don’t you go out? You can’t help at all, useless." The man slunk out dejectedly. It was obviously his own home, yet it felt as if he had no place there. Silently, he went to the bedroom and carefully tidied up the mess we had made.

I can never sleep peacefully at someone else's house; even the slightest noise will wake me up immediately. When I saw that man not far from me, I didn't know whether to continue pretending to sleep or to get up and help him. He noticed my movement and stopped what he was doing, intending to continue tidying up after I fell asleep. This made me feel a bit guilty, and it was also awkward to keep pretending. 'Bro, I'm awake, sorry for wearing your clothes.' 'Ah... it's nothing, woke you up, huh?' Among people of the same kind, there isn't a big sense of estrangement. We are not competitors; their bond is unbreakable, and I am just a modulator, so he doesn't need to be so fearful. 'Let's clean up together, I made this mess.' We divided the work clearly, and the bedroom was tidily organized by both of us.

"I thought you had left," the man said, puzzled by my unwillingness to follow advice. "I was planning to leave, but it was raining outside, and my flight was two days away. For a moment, I didn’t know where to go, so I went back to sleep in the cage. Then your wife came back, it startled me." "I was startled when I got the call too," I said. We fell into silence, both of us worrying about something, yet neither willing to speak first. We sat not far from each other, the atmosphere awkward for a while. "Let me tell you how we met; she probably hasn't told you much about it." "Mm, I only know that you met online."

When I first met her, it was on a forum. Her habits never changed; online, she was even extremely extroverted, but she protected her privacy very well. I liked all her remarks, her vast knowledge. My admiration for her even exceeded the scope of SM. Sometimes a single comment or a reply could excite me. At that time, I was still single. After work, I didn’t have anything else to do. I didn’t enjoy playing games, smoking, drinking, karaoke, or playing cards. As someone with social anxiety, I had never sought out any S in real life. Although I had an intense desire for it, I was always worried that something might go wrong along the way. Back then, there was no live streaming, so I could only learn about her through some written posts. Do you know? Her sense of caution was extremely strong. If I asked a question that touched even slightly on her privacy, she would never answer me—such as her age, alma mater, or job nature. I am not someone who likes to dig into personal details, but her attraction made me want to know more about her. I tirelessly went through all her records and even traced clues to find her account on Zhihu. Later, she got very angry with me because of this, but I knew deep down she wanted to be noticed, admired, and yearned for. At that time, I really considered myself one of her hardcore fans. I would carefully read each of her posts multiple times. Even if they didn't contain a single bit of SM elements, I still liked them very much. I felt that she was a knowledgeable and talented person who knew how to turn knowledge into elements in games. She wouldn't use PUA tactics to control or brainwash, yet you would naturally get hooked on your own. That must have been because I was too obsessed with her.

"But doesn't she also like playing findom? Doesn't that count as a type of pua?" I raised my doubts... 'That was all after we were married. She only came to like that later on. Anyway, between a husband and wife, there's already enough trust. Whether she gets tributes or not makes no difference to me. She doesn't want to manage my salary account; what she wants is the pleasure she gets when demanding tributes. Don't interrupt me, let me continue,' the man's eyes became bright and spirited. Whenever he talked about his experiences with Ms. Zhao, he would become animated.

"In real life, I'm also a quiet person. I've been picked up this hobby since childhood, but I always shyly solve these problems myself. Back then, I would stroke myself several times a day, and my bed sheets would get dirty. But my mom always pretended not to notice, washing it over and over. The house was so small, and things to wipe couldn't be hidden. Back in middle and high school, I fantasized about my teacher and the students around me. I was someone who admired strength, and in our class there was a good-looking top student. I would always sit from a distance, watching her study and listen attentively in class. Her family was average, and in summer she would wear the old thin-strap sandals her mother had worn before. In classmates' eyes, they seemed very tacky, but the leather straps tucked between her toes carried the sweat of two generations' feet. I often stared blankly at her feet, wearing thin stockings and elegant toes. In winter, she wore sneakers and white cotton socks. Most girls wore thick cartoon-printed socks, but she wore white socks that showed the marks of time—spotless and charming. When the heater came on in the classroom, she would quietly show her heels when classmates weren't looking. By then, I was already sitting at her diagonal desk. I would take the opportunity to stretch my legs out so she accidentally stepped on me, then blushed and apologized to me. Later, some classmates told the teacher about her slippers in class. After being scolded once, I never saw such a scene again, which was very regrettable. I am the type who only observes from a distance and dares not engage; I envy those who have the courage to find a submissive partner they like, even if it involves paying for it. After I started working and earning money, I still felt that the training obtained through money was not really training, but a transaction. That is why my wife, or Ms. Zhao as you call her, is so extraordinary.” He took a sip of water, his face filled with happiness. At first, I doubted that his marriage with Ms. Zhao would be like the marriages of ordinary couples, becoming bland over time. But as I listened to him slowly recount his past, I realized I had been too naive. Perhaps I had stubbornly assumed that it was only Ms. Zhao maintaining their relationship, but in reality, it was a mutual devotion, a love that resonated between two hearts. Even if it included elements that seemed SM-like, it would become even more enduring.

"Her personality occasionally fluctuates like the summer weather. I only remember that day her mood was especially good. By that point in time, I had already been her fan for two years. Whenever she was around, I would appear; when I saw others attacking or disparaging her, I would defend her fiercely, just like the sycophants you now speak of defending S. So even if you scoff at what these men do now, for me, only by experiencing it could I understand and join them.", 'Let's meet,' Ms. Zhao took the initiative for the first time. She was like a naïve girl eager to go on a date, which made my heart race non-stop. I knew that she and I had always been in the same city. She spoke the words I had long wanted to say. As a man, having a woman take the initiative is indeed a bit overwhelming. "Ah… me… you mean we can meet?" I asked repeatedly, full of confusion. "Are we going to meet or not? I might change my mind later," Ms. Zhao's unusual behavior made me feel as if there was a different person behind the screen. However, just before meeting her, I chickened out. Was it because of my disdain for my looks or my lack of confidence in my identity as an M? I didn’t see her as a female S to meet with but as an ordinary girl, just like the girls my parents had asked me to meet for arranged dates. "No… something came up suddenly, I can't go," I blurted out, fleeing at the last moment like a fool. Social anxiety is an illness; it's not something that can be easily cured by a single opportunity. This disappointed her greatly. She didn't block me; she just sent a simple 'oh' and then vanished. She, who also has social anxiety, later told me that it was the first time she had mustered the courage to meet M in real life. Even though she had been so proactive herself, it was the man who backed down, which made her feel both embarrassed and humiliated.

"So how did she eventually come to terms with it and accept you?" "During that time, we went almost a week without contact. I would lie in bed tossing and turning every day, thinking of a whole bunch of things to apologize to her for, but when I actually sat in front of the screen, I couldn’t type a single word. I felt like I was about to lose her, but once I calmed down, I realized I had never truly had her. This feeling can’t be considered part of an abusive love; it was simply a pure affection formed between a man and a woman. Whenever she posted or shared something, I would consciously like it, consciously reply, fulfilling what I considered my duty as a guardian as usual. It didn’t seem any different from normal. If there’s a difference, it’s that she never replied to me directly again. I was so desperate that I felt like I was going crazy; I could even dream of her drifting away from me, ignoring me. I was extremely disappointed, I even self-harmed, and I rubbed myself against her avatar until it turned to ashes, trying to ease my guilt." "I’ve also rubbed myself against your wife’s avatar, you don’t mind, do you?" "I don’t mind, because I’m submissive. I have some voyeuristic tendencies, but I don’t know if I could really accept it, so I’ve never actually tried." "And then? How did you reconcile?" "One day, she suddenly sent me a message asking if I had someone’s training video. I happened to have it, so without a second thought, I sent it to her. I was very anxious. She said thanks, and the distance between us was maximized." "Aren’t you going to explain why you bailed that day?" ","She gave me a way out, so I quickly explained to her why I didn’t go.","Don’t you think your explanation isn’t sincere enough? I don’t like hearing these reasons you make up.","There was nothing I could do. I told her it was my first time meeting people in the circle, so I was a bit timid. She immediately got angry and started cursing at me.","Wasn’t it my first time? Do you know how much courage it took for me to leave the house? I did my hair, picked out clothes, and even put on makeup—I never wear makeup, that was a first. You made me stand in the cold wind for over an hour. At that moment, all I thought was, once I see you, I will crush your dog face. You jerk, making me wait like that."

Watching her talk animatedly with her eyebrows flying, a huge weight lifted off my heart. When someone opens their heart to complain to you, they already consider you one of their own. At that moment, I really wanted to just hold her, not letting her say a single word. "I want to see you..." I blurted out. "I’m not wearing makeup, my hair is messy," I added. "It’s okay, I want to see you," she replied. "I’m wearing very ordinary clothes." "It’s okay, I want to see you." "I... then you wait for me in front of the yoga studio on XX Road," Ms. Zhao no longer refused me. Excited, I ran out and grabbed a taxi, rushing frantically to the place she specified. At that moment, the person I wanted to see was not a queen, but someone I genuinely admired, longed for, and liked. This feeling, like first love, made me feel as if I had returned to my eighteen-year-old self.

We met at the entrance of the yoga studio. She stood there shy and uneasy, constantly running her hands through her hair, occasionally twirling the ends of her hair with her fingers. Her feet were together, her legs straight. She would slightly tiptoe to look around, searching for that dull me among the passing crowd, and sometimes pretended not to care, looking down at her phone. She wore glasses, and that intellectual beauty was exactly how I remembered her. Before this, she had never sent me any photos showing her face, but in an instant, I recognized her. It was her—my beloved queen, my future wife, the master of my life.

The man was a bit excited, and he talked endlessly about every little detail with Ms. Zhao. The veins on his forehead would occasionally bulge, and that kind of joy in sharing with others was probably something he had suppressed for a long time. To be honest, I felt a bit envious when I heard this. It wasn’t the kind of envy that comes from him marrying a woman with a dominant personality; he truly loved her, and they were destined to be a pair made for each other.

"What are you two talking about, leaving me alone in the kitchen while you laugh and chat over here? Do you want to die? You, waking up not knowing what to do, and you?" 'He’s talking about when you two first met.' I took a bullet for the man, and Ms. Zhao shot him a fierce glare. 'If you want to eat, come help.' The two of us, like students who’d done something wrong, followed her obediently. In reality, the kitchen was already filled with a table of sumptuous dishes. All we needed to do was serve it and then savor the food. This made me have the middle-schooler fantasy of two boys serving one girl; the men could share the work while letting the heroine enjoy herself, which isn’t a bad thing. Look, I’ve started daydreaming again.

Lunch went very smoothly. The feeling of fullness almost made me forget that there were other desires. The two of us slumped sideways in our chairs, looking at the mess on the table, neither of us willing to move first. Men are surprisingly similar when it comes to laziness; for example, the issue of not wanting to wash the dishes—we reached an agreement. 'Evaluate the dishes I made. The food I gave you on the first day doesn’t count. I’ve seen a lot of your posts as a review queen, so this should be your area of expertise,' I said, bringing up my experience to praise Ms. Zhao’s cooking. Even though it was just ordinary homemade food, we ate very relaxedly, both me and the man.

The three of them fell silent again, each of their minds calculating something. As the saying goes, after a full meal comes carnal desire; once one's hunger is satisfied, evil thoughts naturally creep up from within. In the confined room, the air carried the scent of Ms. Zhao's exhaled hormones. Perhaps it wasn't that attractive to that man, but to me, it gnawed at me little by little like tiny insects, making my heart feel itchy.

A piercing ringtone broke the silence; it was my wife checking in via video. I was so startled that my phone nearly slipped from my hands. 'Who's calling, why so anxious?' Ms. Zhao asked calmly. 'It's my wife... checking in,' I replied. 'Answer it, just say you’re having dinner at a colleague's. What's your name? We'll cover for you,' the man said. I was still very nervous, afraid of leaving any clue. Fortunately, this man was there. Fortunately. I answered the video call, and on the screen was a familiar face. 'Weren't you coming back today? Why haven’t I seen you?' My phone was confiscated yesterday, and I didn’t get a chance to mention it, so I quickly fabricated a lie. 'A classmate, Old Zhao, invited me to their house for dinner. Haven’t seen them in over ten years, just finished eating,' I said, quickly flashing the camera over their faces. The man’s smile immediately gave off a very reassuring vibe, and Ms. Zhao politely waved hello. 'At your classmate's, huh? Well, enjoy your gathering, haha, sorry to bother you, don’t drink too much, and remember to tell me next time beforehand. I’ll hang up now.' 'Goodbye, Dad,' the child greeted me from the other side of the video. I was relieved, taking a deep breath. 'You scared me to death...' 'What? Your wife still checks in?' 'She usually doesn’t, maybe because I didn’t contact her in time.' 'You understand why I confiscated your phone, right?' 'Yeah, yeah.' Ms. Zhao’s actions were entirely understandable, in case I secretly recorded anything.

Another harsh ringtone sounded, making my head buzz. I silently thought, What is it this time? I realized it was the man’s phone ringing, identical to my ringtone. “Dad, when are you coming to pick me up? I don’t want to stay at Grandpa’s house anymore,” said Ms. Zhao’s daughter. “Dad will come get you tomorrow; he still has things to do tonight.” “No, no, I want to go home. I don’t care,” the daughter protested. Ms. Zhao snatched the phone and lowered her voice, saying, “What do you want to do?” The daughter didn’t dare to make a sound and obediently said, “Goodbye, Dad and Mom, I’ll be good,” then hung up with a thud. “Look at how you’ve spoiled her,” said someone. “I should go check, maybe she’s having a fight with Dad,” said the man. “I’m not going; if you’re going, you go,” he hesitated but looked at me worryingly. I understood the meaning in his gaze and nodded. He seemed as if he was entrusting something to me. “Then I’ll go, I’ll be back soon.” The man quickly put on his clothes and left. It was clear he was a doting father. Was it because he trusted me or Ms. Zhao that he left the two of us at home? I used my tongue to touch the wound in the back of my throat. It didn’t seem to hurt that much anymore; the power of the mind is always faster than medicine.

I quietly stood up and began tidying the bowls and plates on the table. Ms. Zhao propped her chin with her hand, tilting her head to look at me without saying a word. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of that nimble little foot under the table, pushing the slippers on the floor back and forth. There was something in her gaze—a force that seemed like it wanted to engulf me. 'You're quite diligent, huh? Taking on the tasks of the male lead so quickly. You probably aren't like this at home, are you?' 'No, I usually am…' Ms. Zhao kicked the slipper to a spot not far from my foot. She shifted her body and used her foot in stockings to search along the floor. She must have gotten tired of searching and rested her foot on mine. That fleeting touch sent a warm surge through my body. Her toes kept sliding up along my ankle, winding like a nimble little snake across my leg up to my knee. I stood there motionless, able to hear the faint clinking of the plates in my hands caused by my trembling body. 'Why so nervous? It's just my foot brushing against your body. What, can't resist? My husband just left, maybe hasn't even reached the car yet. What are you thinking? Come on, tell me,' she said, a mischievous and charming smile on her face.

Chapter 14: Solo Urine Collector

"In the moments when my private servant is away, maybe I can do something. That's just how he is. In his eyes, his daughter is always far more important than me. He always says my daughter is just like me, so he spoils her to death. Do you believe he would even sniff his daughter's feet?" At first, I always saw him as a father's affection for his daughter. Over time, I noticed something was off. When my daughter came home from PE class and took off her shoes, I couldn't stand the smell of her feet, but he patiently squatted there and personally washed her feet. At such a young age, while my daughter was attached to him, she also seemed a bit bossy. This was a bit like me, but my family had never spoiled me like this before. So whenever he repeated his mistakes again, that night I would give him a proper lesson, telling him that the person I admired was me, not that little girl. Are you laughing at me for getting jealous of my daughter? Girls grow up slowly, and the saying 'daughters are their father's little lover' isn't just for nothing. He wasn't worried at all about his daughter discovering his fetish, as if he wanted it to happen naturally. I wouldn't allow that to happen. I remember you also like little girls, right? I don't understand you men. You clearly have more outstanding women in front of you who know how to flirt, yet you always fantasize about those still innocent students—such a waste. ”赵女士在间接的抨击着我的三观，我并不是炼铜，我只是喜欢学生的那种懵懵的纯净感，比起懂得如何玩弄和拿捏男人的老女人来说，猎物，总是新鲜的更好，是的，我将SM比作狩猎的过程，所谓游戏，也只是男人在女人面前虚与委蛇的扮演罢了。男人天生强于女人，那他们又为什么要臣服呢，这便是被支配的情趣所在，被小于他们，弱于他们的生理结构不一样的异性所践踏，所鄙视，所唾弃，这种反差带来的快感，才是饥渴的M所追求的东西。当一个男M被女S用藤条或鞭子抽的嗷嗷叫的时候，那是真的疼吗，那一定不是。

"Put down the bowl and chopsticks in your hands; you don't need to do these things. I don't know why, but today I just feel unsatisfied." Ms. Zhao tucked her hair behind her ear, and the desire in her eyes seeped out through the pores of her skin. How could I not feel it too? The teasing interrupted by pain was still vividly in my mind. I did as she said and quietly placed the plate in my hands on the table. At this moment, there was no need for me to speak; all that was needed was a look from her, a move from me—everything would just happen naturally.

Ms. Zhao hooked her shoe with her toes, half-suspended in the air, swinging back and forth. She didn't think this action would break the elegant demeanor she upheld. My gaze was drawn to the movements of her feet, and all of this on my part was nothing more than an ant captured on a spider’s web, performing to attract attention. She was admiring me from afar, with a fragile membrane between us, so thin that even a light touch with a fingertip would tear it apart immediately. My knees sank slowly, as if filled with lead. The light above the dining table shone dazzlingly; I was completely exposed under it, and the small calculations in my heart were roasted, with nowhere to hide.

Clatter, with a sound, the shoe dangling from Ms. Zhao's toe fell to the ground. The crisp sound gave my head a heavy blow, slicing through the thin film that had just separated us, tearing it apart. The sound of my knees hitting the ground came as expected. My hands had transformed into claw-like shapes, palms respectfully pressed to the floor. I leaned forward, crawling toward the place where the sound had occurred. The shoe that had fallen on its side seemed like a baited fishing line, attracting me. Ms. Zhao slowly spread her legs. She changed her sitting posture, and even though the hem of her skirt hung just right to conceal certain things, this movement appeared inviting. One of her feet remained in the shoe while the other rested on the cold floor. Clearly, the fallen shoe was not far away; clearly, she could easily slip her small foot into it with a slight stretch, yet she did not. She just let it stay on the floor. There was not a bit of gap between them, and the slight sweat on her foot caused a thin mist to rise from the floor.

My breathing became short and constrained, and the surrounding quiet was so intense that I could hear the thumping of my heart in my chest. The blood in my head seemed to boil like water on a stove, and this sensation made me feel a bit dazed, much like the feeling of taking R, even though I don’t like that stuff. I slowly moved toward the area at Ms. Zhao's feet. She didn’t speak, nor did she stop me, just watching as I gradually approached the thing she was giving me.

I touched it, my finger touched her shoe. The leather on the inside was damp and soft, as if inviting immediate touch. The sweat that hadn’t completely evaporated into the air was a poison she had given me; just a taste would be fatal. My hand no longer moved my body forward. I slowly lowered my head and sniffed the inside of the shoe with my nose. That faint scent gripped my heart tightly, as if even a little effort would make it stop. I didn’t know what expression she had at that moment as she watched me indulge in something that had only been in contact with her body. I quietly stuck out my tongue and started licking the spot where her foot had stepped.

房间内安静的可怕，舌头与鞋子接触时发出黏腻的声响在空气中不断的回荡着。 “傻逼畜生，是不是已经硬了，就是因为舔到本女神的鞋子，味道很棒吧，那鞋子我穿过很多年了，都已经发黑了你没看到么？我都准备要扔掉了，但是想让它在寿终正寝之前燃尽它最后的价值”她的双脚探了下来，从两侧勾住了我的脸颊，夹紧了后，向着她的方向拉扯，“你们男人犯贱的时候，忘我的舔鞋子的时候，这样的画面真的很美，嗯，对，还有这呻吟的声音，一点都不吵，刚刚好可以让我听到，不错嘛，骚货，不如，你更骚一点”她拉着我脑袋顶部的头发，稍稍提起，给我带上了一副不知道什么时候，从什么地方或许是她提前早就准备好的眼罩，戴在了我的头上，然后一把将我按在了她胯下的位置，使劲的蹭着我的脸。

Raindrops were pounding against the glass fiercely, making a crackling sound. The man was driving slowly through the crowd; he didn't know what was happening at home. In his eyes, he just wanted to quickly pick up his daughter and take her home. The torrential rain caused a long queue of cars, which gave us plenty of time.

Ms. Zhao's approach caught me off guard. Her trust and loyalty were shattered by her own every moment. To her, I was like a fully charged, constantly vibrating sex toy, right at her feet. Such a handy thing—why not use it? My face was rubbed against the seams of her pajama pants. Her crotch was squeezed and rubbed, giving off waves of mature feminine scent. The scent filtered through the underwear and pajamas was a bit filtered out, but it still captivated me. The spreading, squirting nectar kept smearing the light-colored panties until it was completely soaked. It grew stickier and stickier. The wet sound of these petals being ravaged by my face was far more pleasant than the sound of me licking my shoes earlier. She didn't say a word more, just squeezed me and rubbed against me. Even when my tongue cooperated and pressed hard against her entrance, she didn't make the slightest sound. She was reserved; she knew that the sound that came out of her mouth might completely shatter her goddess image, turning her into an animal ruled by desire. This was something someone with her personality would never tolerate. She just wildly tore at me, cupped my cheeks, and roughly rubbed against her lower body. My expression was already twisted, but she had no time to look at it. She raised her head on her own, closed her eyes slightly, and comforted herself with this gradual sensation.

Her actions were encouraging me. I silently reached out my hands and tightly grabbed her ankles, touching her smooth skin with my hands. The veins on the top of her feet were very clear to the touch, and I could even feel the heartbeat transmitted from them, thump... thump... thump. My hands held her feet, my fingers interlacing with her toes, and I could feel my hands being gradually squeezed tighter.

"Mm~~~~~~~~~~~" She softly and couldn't help but moan, turning me from passive to active. I frantically licked the wet lower body separated by two layers of things, sucking on the soaked fluids, hoping to absorb the slightly salty juice of desire. But the pajamas held on too strongly, leaving me with so little to do—completely insufficient. My hand firmly held down Ms. Zhao's body. I wanted to take off her pajama pants, even if only her underwear remained, so I could fully unleash my tool power. But she held my hand tightly, not letting me move. Her strength was so weak that I quickly shook off her hand to move further, but she held me down again.

When I tried to get my hands off her again, she pushed me away forcefully. Slap, a heavy slap landed on my face. Before I could react, another slap came. I didn’t even know when the blindfold had been torn off. I looked at her, and a girlish shyness showed on her cheek. “You still dare to look at me? How dare you?” Her voice seemed a little strained. As a man, it would be easy to overpower a woman, and I also felt like I was getting a bit carried away. Slap, another slap. “Awake now? Who allowed your hands to touch my body? Do you deserve it?” I lowered my head, feeling that this feast wouldn’t be abruptly interrupted like this again, right? I knelt there, not daring to move. I could clearly smell her exhaled breath, that rich scent that only a mature woman could have.

赵女士站起身，脱掉了她的睡衣，那黑色的蕾丝情趣内裤赫然的出现在我的余光之中，我的下体硬的快要爆炸了，某一刻我甚至想尽到一个男人该有的义务，但是我知道，我只是个M。“只允许本女神动你，你只是个工具，懂么？废物”她再次粗暴地将我的头按在了她的两腿之间，她不在矜持了，那声声呻吟仿佛浓硫酸一样泼洒在我的身上，让我被灼烧的乱动，我的四肢已经不知道该做什么了，当你梦寐以求的女神胯在你脸上的时候，一切都变得不那么重要了。

I knelt there like a wooden doll, afraid she would leave again, letting her rub against my face endlessly. Maybe this was her true self. She and that man who went out were just as wild in bed. Thinking about my own girlfriend, she always had the man on top, woman below. If she had been so proactive, I wouldn't have lost interest in her so early. "Are you just standing there without moving? Stretch your tongue. I like that textured texture." My tongue was not hard enough to satisfy her. The hard spots on my face—nose, mouth, chin—were rubbed by her in turn. Her underwear was already soaked with her own mucus, and the hair left from the tearing had unknowingly entered my mouth. I experienced things I could never have imagined before I arrived. I propped myself up with both hands, imagining a frame placed there, where all my organs could be used as protrusions. Yes, I was just a tool.

Ms. Zhao's moans grew louder. She seemed to want to reach climax directly by rubbing against my body, but that lace panties became the biggest obstacle. She tried to pull it off several times, but the chasm inside made her stop what she was doing. Maybe this was her last bottom line. Even though she was filled with desire, she didn't want to break through just like that. The damn phone rang again. It was hers. She refused to answer, letting the phone ring nonstop. "So annoying, who's it? Go get my phone," she glanced at the words on the screen, then put her index finger to her lips. "Shh, don't make a sound, I'm taking a call." I shamelessly rubbed my face against her panties like a lapdog. She kept stepping on me, not letting me move. Ms. Zhao set her phone aside and turned on speaker.

"What's wrong? Has the child been picked up?" "No, stuck in traffic. It's raining today, very congested on the road." "Then what’s the purpose of you making this call? You don’t want to go, or calling me will somehow clear the traffic?" Ms. Zhao spoke while using her foot to hook my neck, pulling me toward her lower body. I tried to move closer silently, only to have her press my face against her lower body, tightly wrapped in black lace underwear. "Speak up, what is the purpose of making this call?" "N-nothing, just complaining. Is he gone?" "No, went to sleep." "Oh…" The man didn't hang up either, but remained silent, just waiting it out. "If you don't speak, I’ll hang up. Don’t disturb me while I’m playing with my toy. By the way, where did you put my climax sleeve?" "Haven't you always put it away yourself?" "So last time it was you who washed it? Or should I wake that wild dog to take care of me instead?" The man continued to stay silent. "Look for it yourself, I’ve forgotten. The car seems to be moving. I’m going to pick up my daughter." "The man silently hung up the phone. 'What a buzzkill, I finally got focused, and one call interrupted me. Go away, go away.' Ms. Zhao kicked me aside again. 'How can you lick through such thick underwear, are you stupid? Do you think I'd feel anything if you lick like this? Useless, just like that bitch in my house.' Of course, I knew there wouldn't be any feeling with the pants in the way, but I didn't dare. I had just received a few slaps, how could I immediately go up to her myself? That would just be asking to be hit. "Who told you to take off your blindfold just now? You don't really think you're worthy of licking me, do you? Your mouth that has licked countless paid S is at best just a rubbing stick to entertain me. Don't overthink it. What, what's with that look in your eyes? Not convinced?" Or are you so wronged you're about to cry? Look at all these sex toys in my hand? The cheapest ones only cost a few dozen yuan, but your value isn't even as good as these plastic things that cost just a few dozen yuan. Look at your confused and passionate expression when I'm pinning you between my legs, I feel disgusted. I told you, you're just a wild dog, unworthy. Keeping you hanging like this is just like my husband anxiously waiting for traffic on the street. Right now, his mind is probably filled with fantasies about what we're doing. Next time I try to win him over, he'll work even harder to please me. A little pain and jealousy is the only way to unlock the potential in you sluts." She said as she turned on the vibrator. The frequency of the vibrations really made my tongue admire itself. Ms. Zhao pressed it against her pubic bone, and her moans became even more pleasant.

My mind was thrown into chaos by the buzzing of the vibrator and Ms. Zhao's moans. She beat me to a pulp, and I didn't know what I could do anymore. I just knelt there dryly. She covered her lower body with my jacket, then moved softly. She took off the black lace panties symbolizing her last dignity and threw them on my face. "Lick it. I'm ovulating, all my vaginal discharge is soaked through. It's so dirty. It's so dirty, I want to vomit just by looking at it. Then take out that useless thing that has been hard in your pants for half a day and show me. Isn't that sound nice?" "See if your breathing will excite me more." She wiped her lower body with my coat, "Keep it for you. When you come back and think of me, you can pull it out and smell it. I can already imagine how cheeky you look." "This is my wife buying me a new outfit for this meeting, and it was contaminated by Ms. Zhao's white fluid. Almost involuntarily, I pulled out my already hard lower body and knelt before her to masturbate, while my other hand still caressed my breasts, making soft hums as we stimulated each other visually and audibly, seeing who would bring the first to climax."

Ms. Zhao stretched out one foot and adjusted the position of the underwear on my head. Apart from the white liquid that had just leaked out, her underwear was spotless, not a single hair visible. "Show off to your goddess. No one's disturbing you now, right? Being able to focus on putting on my underwear and being shameless under my feet must be a bit shameless. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll reward you with something. What is it?" You can guess what she said. She slipped something pink under my coat. The moment she pressed the switch, Ms. Zhao went wild. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, her calves tensed as if squeezing herself. How I wished I could lift my shirt and stick to it to serve her with my cheeky mouth. I wanted it so much, so much I wanted it, but just as she said, I wasn't worthy at all. I only deserved to smell what she put on my face, to use my own hands to play with myself. I was like a gorilla in a circus, using my clumsy performance to please the audience. The leftover food on the table had long since gone cold, the rain outside changed from pattering to rustling. Masturbating at the goddess's feet—so this is what it feels like—it's the kind of willingness to give herself away, as long as she wants to see, I can cum for her anytime, anywhere. My semen is just that worthless.

"Oh, damn it...... It feels so good...... This thing is so fierce, every time it shakes my legs so hard my legs cramp. I really want to pee on your coat, I feel like I'm about to squirt." She kept pumping at me, not only seeing what I saw, but her body was almost trembling. "Scream, why aren't you moaning? Don't stop your hands. Haven't you seen a goddess masturbate? It's all because you useless things are useless." She closed her eyes slightly and said nothing. I knew she was about to climax. I imagined what was behind the coat, and my hand sped up along with it.

"Ah...... Ah...... "Ah, mmm She suddenly pulled out the pink silicone thing vibrating in her hand and tossed it on the floor. She took a big breath, her eyes dreamy. The toy was spinning and buzzing on the floor, just like how I quickly turned off the video during climax. "Turn it off for me............ Don't jerk off ...... "I crawled a few steps forward and picked up the tool the goddess had used to masturbate. The little sucker on top was covered in her fluids. "You want to lick, right? Lick it, you slut." I hugged the toy she had just thrown away and started licking it in big gulps, as if I were licking a ladyboy's cock, lost in pleasure. She collapsed limply on the sofa, her legs stretching out from under her coat and resting on my shoulders. I could feel the muscles in her calves throb. "It's useless, I'm already tall and you haven't finished yet," "Master, I can still stroke now, please wait for me," she kicked my hand holding my cock with her heel. "Stop it, I think it's dirty. See that funnel connected to the tube in the corner cabinet? Bring it over for me. It's a reward for you. Once it's connected, don't spill it," she slightly lifted the cover, aimed at her urethra, and handed me the other end of the tube. "I bought it, never used it even once. I always peed directly on him." This thing is unnecessary for us. After you use it, just throw it away. Quick, put it in your mouth, deeper." My mouth connected to the depths of her lower body through the tube. After a brief pause, the sound of water flowing through my coat came through. "Lower, it's coming......"

This is probably what the fruits of my efforts feel like. I gulped down the water filtered by Ms. Zhao's body, my throat making gurgling sounds. "So good, you slut, so much! Drink it all for me. You're stealing my slave's things, you know? You must be so happy you're dying, right? Louder, idiot, suck hard," Ms. Zhao's urine was moderately salty but bitter, yet this awful thing kept supporting my cock's hardness. If she stepped on me twice or kicked me twice, I'd definitely spray everywhere, but she didn't give me that chance. I watched the yellow liquid in the tube drip down until it completely disappeared into my throat. I longed for her to pour all her excrement into my body, but I knew she had done her best.

她站起身，走到窗户跟前，用大衣裹好自己后，长长的伸了个懒腰，“哎呀，好舒服，我要睡觉了，不是喜欢收拾么，喏，桌子上的这些乱七八糟的东西交给你了。”她进入了自己的闺房并关上了门，1分钟后，她将我的外套丢了出来，自己穿上了一身丝质的睡衣，“不要吵醒我，记住了么？”我点点头，走过去捡起我的衣服，翻开来看看，内衬上还带着赵女士的味道，我跪在门口，大口大口的闻了起来，男人，只要不射，那就是一台持久的永动机，她在压榨着我的欲望，不知道什么时候，才会让我彻底的将自己放空。

Chapter 15: Gold, Cotton Socks, and Farewell

The man hadn't come back late, maybe the traffic really was bad. Ms. Zhao fell asleep on the bed with peace of mind, and it seemed as if she had anticipated the man would return late, looking particularly relaxed. I changed into my own clothes except for my coat, neatly folded the pajamas and set them aside. I had already tidied up the table completely, and washed all the dishes—I truly am a competent household servant. Bored, I sat on the sofa scrolling through my phone. This silent eviction notice made me restless. Technically, at this time, as a guest, I should withdraw. I wasn’t familiar enough with them for a stay like this, yet my heart felt unwilling. Actually, hiding in a hotel to play games would have been fine, but my butt didn’t want to move, stubbornly staying here. What was I still hoping for? After spending more than a day together, I realized the limits of what Ms. Zhao could give me. The idea of serving a couple in bed, though it passed through my mind countless times, was clearly impossible here. I guess I was just indulging in wishful thinking. Ms. Zhao really is carefree; if her husband actually brought their daughter back, how would she explain this uninvited guest to her? Now that I think about it, it’s actually me who’s tense. Each additional family member increases my pressure. So do you think she is truly careless, or strategically calculating? With her intelligence, she should have considered all of this. I shook my leg out of boredom. Maybe it would be better whether the man walked in or Ms. Zhao woke up, rather than nothing happening at all right now.

Time passed by second by second, and the battery on my phone was gradually running out. I had already emptied several cups of tea, yet I still felt parched. Ms. Zhao was wrapped in her blanket, showing no intention of waking up. Otherwise, I would just leave… and then text her to let her know I was gone, ending my trip to Changsha like that. After all, I had already tasted Ms. Zhao’s holy water, so I couldn’t exactly say I was at a loss. I calculated in my mind, lingeringly started putting on my coat, and carefully walked to the entryway to change my shoes. On the rack, Ms. Zhao’s and her husband’s shoes were neatly arranged. All of this was about to have nothing to do with me, which made me feel a little bit of loss. I sat down to tie my shoelaces when the door clicked open. First to come in was a little girl, probably in middle school, quite tall with a slightly average build, wearing her hair in a high ponytail and a pair of half-frame glasses, looking particularly refined, like a girl stepped out of a manga. The girl looked rather youthful, completely different from Ms. Zhao’s aura. Seeing me at the door, she stepped back a few paces in fright and hid behind her father. The man followed in. “Ha, I forgot to tell you on the way, this uncle is your mom’s classmate, visiting our home. Quickly, say hello to uncle.” “Hello, uncle~” The girl greeted me politely. With parents' educational background, the daughter certainly didn’t fall short either. “So, you’re leaving?” The man’s eyes carried some hostility. The sound of the door closing also woke Ms. Zhao from her sleep. He glanced at me, then at the sleepy Ms. Zhao in her pajamas, feeling a mix of emotions. “You’re leaving without waking me up?” Ms. Zhao rubbed her eyes and put on her glasses. Then, lowering her voice, she turned her head toward her husband, 'It takes so long to pick up a child, really exhausting.' 'Mom, don’t say that about Dad, there was traffic on the way,' the little girl performed the role of Daddy's little coat to perfection, trying to protect her father. The man laughed awkwardly, 'It was raining heavily. If it weren’t for the traffic police directing traffic, we might have come back even later.' 'So, have you had enough time at your grandpa's place and decided to come back?' This textbook parental pressure made my spine feel icy. I was caught in the middle, becoming the unwelcome outsider. I had half-put-on shoes, unsure whether to continue putting them on or take them off again.

"Didn't you hear the traffic outside? At this time, where are you planning to go? There’s space at home, so don’t worry about not having a place to sleep," Ms. Zhao spoke, and the man chimed in, "Yes, yes, just rest for now, we’ll talk tomorrow." I could see his helplessness, but he seemed to have no better way to ask me to leave. What exactly happened during the few hours the man was away—perhaps he was more concerned about that. "Well… okay then," I said, taking off my coat again. The man kindly took it from me and hung it up. He probably didn't know that there were still traces of things left by Ms. Zhao inside. I suddenly felt a bit guilty. Should I secretly tell him what just happened? After all, we’re like brothers—but no, I’d better not. I’ve already experienced it, so let it go. It’s better not to stir things up. Although he seems honest and simple on the surface, if he really weren't the type to tolerate being cheated on, he could easily hit me in a moment of anger. Better to keep my desire to share to myself. "You go to your room to do your homework. At your grandfather’s house, you’re definitely just playing around," Ms. Zhao shooed her daughter, who had been snacking and killing time in the living room. The little girl walked back to her room in a huff and slammed the door. I could hear the sound of the lock clicking. "Teenage girls are both worrying and hard to manage," Ms. Zhao couldn’t help sighing. The man went to the kitchen, busy with something, leaving just the two of us in the living room. She took a step forward in her slippers, getting closer to me. "What? Want to leave?" "I saw you fell asleep, sitting there not knowing what to do. I was thinking about your daughter coming back soon, and whether it would be inconvenient." “You think of quite a lot, all of that is within my consideration, no need for you to worry. If you really leave without saying goodbye, what awaits you is being blocked,” she said lightly, without a trace of emotion. “But your daughter is back, won't doing some things become inconvenient?” “What are you expecting? Just because it hasn’t been released yet makes you so restless? Outside, you have to learn to suppress your desires. It’s precisely because you are always led around by your lower instincts that you end up finding one paying submissive woman after another. You always complain about the high cost, and at critical moments, you just go with the smell. It really is quite pathetic. To you, I am the kind of queen you can exploit for free, right? That’s what’s in your heart, isn’t it?” Ms. Zhao saw through my thoughts, but money was really only one part of it. I had an additional feeling of sincere admiration for her. If it were just an ordinary paying submissive, I definitely wouldn’t have traveled such a long way to get here, nor would I stay overnight in someone else’s home. That’s not my style. “I… still came with awe and admiration for you.” “Do you think I would believe that? Your eyes are full of desire. You really don’t think I can see through it, do you? You think you can’t get more from me, so you plan to leave, right? Don’t use my child as an excuse.” “But even when you play at home, it’s when the child isn’t around, so I think it’s basically impossible… although I still have the intention to serve you.” “Serve? Is that something a wild dog like you is qualified to discuss with me?” Sometimes taking off a piece of clothing looks simple, but in reality, it is an insurmountable chasm. My husband and I are the same. If I am unfaithful, then how am I different from those dirty paid services you’ve sought? You are just an aphrodisiac and a tool, remember, a tool, understand? I won’t let you go before I’ve used the tool to satisfaction. Of course, my door is always open for you, and you can leave at any time. Make your choice and give me an answer within these few minutes. Don’t act all hesitant and annoy me.” That said, there’s still a chance. If I am just a tool, she sure wouldn’t make me the tool for cleaning the floor, that would be far from pleasurable. I was ecstatic inside, but pretended to be calm on the outside. I stood there without moving, wanting to express my stance through my actions. “Not responding means leaving, right? Then go put on your clothes, I’ll help you get them,” “No, no, no… I’m willing to stay,” “Stay for what, just standing here dazing?” I said quietly in a low voice. “Willing, to be your tool…” “That’s how willing you are?” "If the man and girl weren't around, I'd definitely crawl at her feet like a dog, wagging its tail and begging for mercy. But this scene scared me. Her husband could come out of the kitchen at any moment, and the girl could come out of the bedroom. But...... She wasn't embarrassed, so why would an outsider like me feel awkward? Thinking of this, my knees slowly bent. I went from looking down, then looking at the noble woman before me, until my knees touched the floor. I was just an outsider. Was the gap in her husband's daily life also manipulated by her like this? I didn't understand that kind of pleasure I had never experienced. If it happened to me and my wife, life would definitely feel especially stifling. But when applied to Ms. Zhao, it excites me immensely. Truly, the flowers of home are not as fragrant as wildflowers.

I leaned down, wanting to kiss her slippers to show my reverence. The girl's study door opened. 'Mom, I'm thirsty, I came out to drink some water... Uncle... what are you doing?' The girl saw me kneeling on the floor. My lower body went numb, my head was buzzing. How is it that things that shouldn't happen always seem to happen to me at the perfect moment? It was really a critical moment. I stood there for a long time but didn't move. I had just knelt down when she came out—how awkward. Ms. Zhao was very calm. She gently moved my hands aside with her foot and brushed the floor, 'Let's see if it fell here. My floor is dark, so it's hard to find things on it.' 'Oh, oh...' I hurriedly fumbled on the floor with my hands, pretending to look for something. 'Mom, Uncle can't find something. Do you want me to help?' 'Help with what? You write your homework, eat for a while, drink for a while. Are you going to the bathroom soon too?' The girl's face turned bright red with embarrassment. Going to the bathroom wasn't something you could casually talk about in front of a stranger. She quickly grabbed the cup and ran back to her room, slamming the door heavily again.

"Found it, found it, hahahaha," I loudly mocked myself so the girl who just came in could hear. I was about to stand up, but Ms. Zhao stepped on the back of my hand. 'What did you find?' Her toes pressed hard, crushing the blood vessels in my hand and scrunching the skin beneath her shoe. 'A little girl came out; why are you nervous? Can't you adapt on the spot? If you show no acting in front of a child, won't all the time I spent with my private submissive be taken away from me? How do you feel being seen by others? Scared, right? Did your stiff thing soften just now, and now that I'm stepping on it, it has to slowly return to normal. Look at you, how low you are, scared by my daughter like this.' 'I wish she were S...' I don't know what craziness came over me, but that sentence slipped out of my mouth, and in return, I got a solid slap from Ms. Zhao. 'Aren't you overthinking? Don't project those filthy thoughts onto my family.' You have to understand, the S relationship with mother and daughter is something I've long desired for years. Although her daughter is still young, she clearly carries Ms. Zhao’s blood, and there’s an unmistakable same temperament. But… I realized I was overthinking. Playing this game with ordinary people is just a game, but engaging with a minor is a crime. Yet, in SM, is being stepped on by her really considered a crime? I couldn't think too much along this line anymore. 'One slap isn’t enough; should I give you another to wake you up?' She didn’t continue to ask for my opinion. These two slaps really packed a punch, leaving my head buzzing.

The man was attracted by this sound and came out of the kitchen. What he saw was exactly like this. Compared to encountering her daughter, I knelt more calmly. I knew that he and I were of the same kind, so I wasn’t too worried about him seeing me like this. After all, this was much better than letting him feel that he was at risk of being cuckolded. "Ah... it’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll continue with my work." The man felt a bit embarrassed. He probably didn’t expect to do this with me while the girl was still at home. He didn’t turn and walk away but slowly, humbly retreated backward. "Are you jealous? Jealous that this man can kneel at my feet shamelessly and so openly? You know, if I really wanted to replace you, there would be no shortage of men like him." Ms. Zhao stepped on with her other foot. She lifted both feet high, concentrating all her strength on her feet, and my hands were about to fail supporting me.

Ms. Zhao's nightgown lightly brushed against my face, and I could smell her body scent up close—soft, delicate, and penetrating to the heart. The silk hem of her dress slid over my shoulders as she stood on her tiptoes. When she lifted her hands to touch the top of my head, my hands were trampled by her like cockroaches, completely crushed. I bit my lower lip; the back of my hands hurt as if they were about to break. She was bearing Ms. Zhao's entire weight, fortunately wearing flat, soft slippers, otherwise I would have fractured… The man stood there motionless, just watching us. He neither moved forward nor back, and his indifferent look was a little awkward for the woman. 'Had enough? Then go back inside and continue doing your own thing. It's like playing a lute to a cow anyway.'

Given the relationship between the man and Ms. Zhao, the woman really doesn't need to be so aggressive. If she is just using me to awaken something in her man, then this whole process is unnecessary. When you need to rely on external forces to accomplish something, you can basically conclude that you are already at a disadvantage to some extent. Even for Ms. Zhao, who is skilled and cunning, there will come a day when she loses her charm; it's just a matter of whether that day comes sooner or later.

The other side of the door

The girl leaned against the door. Her house was large, but not so empty that she couldn't hear a single word. She had experienced countless similar scenes. The seemingly harmonious home always heard strange sounds. At first, these sounds frightened her—the lewd, outrageous moans of a man, then accompanied by a woman's high-pitched voice. This made a teenage girl uncomfortable. She had reached a naive age, vaguely knowing things between men and women, but the images she perceived by hearing were somewhat different from the beauty she had in her heart. She didn't dare open the door to see what was going on. Whenever she encountered something like this, she would cover her ears, but a little crack would slip through. Young people find everything in the world fascinating. Even though her parents' actions made her feel a bit nauseous, it only fueled her desire to explore everything. That crisp slapping sound was undoubtedly a slap. She had just stepped out and saw the man kneeling at her mother's feet—surely part of her mother's plan. He and her father had the same gaze, a longing for something that had reached to the bone. She hated people like that. Shouldn't men be sunny, upbeat, and full of vitality? The girl took a few deep breaths, and the conversation outside gradually stopped. Maybe when she graduates and leaves this home, she can truly escape. She wore white cotton socks and kicked her slippers aside, then walked steadily, step by step, toward her desk. The soles of her socks were dirty, but she knew that no matter how dirty they got, she wouldn't have to wash them herself. Her little hands were especially well protected. 'Just leave it to the foolish men outside, hmph.' In her bones flowed the blood of Mrs. Zhao, and faintly, in some ways, there was a slight resemblance.

In the living room

Ms. Zhao stepped back from the back of my hand, but my bones still ached faintly. I rubbed our hands together, and dust had settled on the soles of Ms. Zhao's shoes. How would she "use" me at night? I muttered to myself. The unreleased desire was the main reason I was held here. The man warmed the milk and knocked on the door to his daughter's room. The little girl impatiently opened a crack, and the door slammed shut with a bang. Perhaps this was the absolute authority of a wife affecting her daughter's values. This is not what a normal family would expect. Even I couldn't accept it. Biological flesh and blood and the girls I liked outside were completely different concepts. No matter how beastish a father was, he wouldn't harbor evil thoughts about his child. The man felt a hint of dizziness. The anxiety of the unexpected guest and the pressure from work made it hard to breathe. He gently stroked his forehead with a gentle meal—it was hot. Could he have a fever? He hid in his room, unwilling to leave. Though he was clearly unwell, he cared about what was going on between his wife and a stranger. He wasn't a cuckold, so there wasn't anything he wanted to unfold, but his lower body always seemed to stir and swell. Why was that? With only one or two opportunities to enter each year, the man spent his time masturbating himself. Ms. Zhao's xp wasn't inside her body at all; what she needed was only superficial friction and a sense of dominance. Her cunning schemes and methods were just for the man as a test subject. The man couldn't help but sigh. He had been secretly taking medicine occasionally to satisfy Ms. Zhao's desires. He didn't want him to discover this little secret and lower his status at home. But he didn't know that the pill hidden in his computer case might be accidentally found by his daughter. She typed it into the computer, word by word. Although naive, she more or less understood what the medicine meant. She tactfully concealed it all, deepening her contempt for her father. The girl's phone didn't completely block adult content. She occasionally scrolled through things like marital matters. She knew how humble a man would become to please a woman, and her own father was the same. And she definitely didn't want to meet someone like that as her boyfriend. There were many boys at school who pursued her—some excellent, some mischievous. Without exception, she accepted the pursuit of the strong, so she harbored a desire to conquer like her own mother, but deep down, she was just a delicate girl.

The man shakily took a thermometer from his armpit—38.5°C. No wonder his body felt light and floaty; he had a fever. Could jealousy actually be making him sick? Or was it a cold caught from lack of sleep? He didn’t dare tell Ms. Zhao any of this. He had heard words like 'useless, you’re really good for nothing' thousands of times; she was slowly destroying his self-esteem. Was this the ultimate fate of a husband-slave to his wife? For a fleeting moment, he even wished someone could take his place while he could simply be an onlooker—perhaps that would be a form of relief. 'Dad seems to have a fever, could you help me find some medicine?' he sent out a distress signal to his daughter. Although the girl was reluctant, she had still raised him for so many years. She opened the door and, while handing back the empty milk cup, slipped him a bag of fever medicine. 'Here, you wash the cup, I’m going to study.' Another slam followed. This coldness slowly froze the man’s heart. Standing in the kitchen, leaning against the wall, time was equally unbearable for him. No matter in what capacity he appeared outside this door, he faced nothing but awkwardness. He seemed to be losing his balance. He glanced at his watch—another ten minutes for them.

Only a thin nightgown separated my face from Ms. Zhao's lower body. I closed my eyes, wanting to get closer to her. I couldn't understand how Ms. Zhao could be so generous when both husband and daughter were at home. Maybe I was just a tool, in every way. At this moment, I just needed to enjoy myself. Even if she manipulated, scorned, and played with me, it was just adding fresh fuel to the fire of my desire—it would only make him burn even more.

I shifted my knee forward, wanting my face to press against it. The thin skirt was only a physical barrier, but that enticing scent was the fundamental reason I surrendered. She didn't hide; she just stood there. I didn't dare look at her expression. Maybe we both had our own plans, but I knew that if our eyes met, that balance might be broken. I boldly nuzzled her with my nose, and I could feel the rustling sound of her hair being ruffled. She gently stroked the back of my head, slowly pushing her body forward. I felt the force of her hand pushing me. Ms. Zhao didn't want to have something with that strange hormone. She knew the man hiding in the next room wouldn't resist her doing this. What she hadn't crossed was just the hurdle in her heart.

I continued to bury my face deeply. The gap between her legs and her groin slowly squeezed out into a triangular shape, and my face fit perfectly at that center. My breathing deepened, and the scent emanating from a mature woman's body awakened the most primal thing in my heart. Looking closely at Ms. Zhao, there were some signs of aging on her face. Proper dressing might hide her age, but her skin condition wouldn't. If it weren't for this layer of admiration filter, if it were a real S-woman like this, I probably wouldn't even touch her. But the reason I admire and feel so much for Ms. Zhao is probably because of the goddess bond I gradually built up as I took each step forward. Her nightdress seemed soaked with liquid, and the slightly frizzy wool became smooth. She pressed her toe bone against my nose, and her hand shifted from pushing my head to grabbing the hair at the back of me, as if trying to tear it off. She tugged at my head, rubbing against her lower body like a toy, the frequency so fast it was heartbreaking. Her knees pressed tightly together, making it feel as if all her nerves were tense. Holding my head to masturbate seemed to indirectly reflect her private slave's daily life. She had told me more than once that no matter when or where, she could enjoy his tongue comfortably. I wished I could do that too. Maybe I could be bolder and stick out my tongue? I fantasized about using the tip of my tongue to slice her skirt and then go deep inside to taste the thick juice of Ms. Zhao.

She suddenly lifted her neck and pushed my head away. I felt like a chestnut just taken out of the fire, and she avoided me like she was warding off a plague. She straightened her clothes and walked toward her daughter's room, attentively arranging what her daughter should do. Her desire to control was extremely strong. I didn’t know how many times they had frantically played when the child was at home, but this sense of ease clearly indicated it wasn’t the first time it had happened. After settling things over there, she pointed at me, 'Go wash your face, shave your beard with a disposable razor, you poked me.' The sound of running water echoed in the room, and whether it was in Ms. Zhao’s ears, her husband’s ears, or her daughter’s, everyone could hear it. Everyone unconsciously came out of the room, perhaps trying to use this interval to ease the tense atmosphere. 'I need to go to the bathroom.' The daughter was the first to rush in. She had probably been holding it in the bedroom for a long time, but the actions outside made her afraid to move. The husband also came out of the kitchen along with her, holding a thermometer. He clenched it in his hand, not wanting his wife to see, but paper could not wrap fire, 'You have a fever?' ", 'A bit... a low fever, low fever,' 'How high?' '38.5°, seems to be cooling down a bit,' 'Useless thing, having a fever at this time, wait, I'll go get you some fever medicine.' Although she was cursing under her breath, in her heart, this was after all Mrs. Zhao’s husband, and from any perspective, he could be her lifelong support. She was just about to enter the room when her husband grabbed her, 'Our daughter already helped me get it, I’ve already taken it.' 'Oh, our daughter helped you? Then in the future, you can get everything from her, don’t tell me, really useless.'

My daughter also came out of the bathroom. She seemed to have gotten used to seeing her father being scolded by her mother. On one hand, she felt that her dad was too pathetic, but as she grew older, she developed a certain dislike for Cheng Nan, so she acted as if she hadn't heard anything and went into her room, closing the door coldly as usual. "Shall I take you to the hospital?" "No, I just need a good sleep." The two of them continued to display their affection openly as if no one else existed, while I stood in front of the mirror for a full six minutes. Neither she, her, nor he looked at me directly. My role was not that of a guest, but of an invisible presence. The water running from the pipe in front of the mirror became my last savior; without the sound of the gushing water, the situation would have been even more awkward.

I suppose it's time for me to leave now… Yes, it's time to go. The child is at home, my husband is sick, no matter how I think about it, nothing else could possibly happen, right? Taking advantage of the pause in their conversation, I turned my head, 'Brother, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?' 'No, no need, I've taken medicine. Just sleep, and it'll be fine.' 'Alright, then I’ll head back to the hotel first...' Neither of them paid any attention to me, neither responded… My goodness, my embarrassment reached its peak. I took out a tissue to wipe my face, walked to the entrance, and began changing clothes. No one came over to ask anything or show concern; as an outsider, to them I was just an outsider. 'Well then, I'm leaving...' Still no response. I watched Ms. Zhao help her husband back to the room, not even turning her head once.

I simply went out. I felt really uncomfortable in the elevator. Were you satisfied? No, both physically and mentally, I wasn't. Did it feel good? No, it didn't. I thought something else could still happen, but nothing did. Maybe I really should leave. I took a taxi back to the hotel. I don't know why, but this feeling of something left halfway really made me extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to vent somewhere, but I completely lost the interest. I turned on a game to play, but lost three matches in a row. It seems that when things aren't going well, nothing goes smoothly. I briefly washed up and prepared to have a good rest. These past two days have been really exhausting, but it's much better than I imagined before I came. After all, socially anxious Ms. Zhao even invited me to her home. What more could I ask for? I turned on the TV, playing a movie I don't really like, and dozed off in a daze while leaning against it.

A vibration from my phone startled me awake from my sleep. I looked at the time: 12:05 a.m. I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and picked up the phone. It was a video call from Ms. Zhao. I immediately became alert and hurriedly sat up. 'Hello~~~' Just as I answered, there was a busy signal on the other end. By the time I tried calling back, I couldn't get through at all. 'What, you dared to leave on your own without saying a word? Growing bold, huh? The family is asleep, so why were you calling? Only I have the right to call you. Now, get over here immediately; I’m not done having my fun,' she said. 'But… didn’t your private slave have a fever? And isn’t your daughter at home too?' 'I can handle things myself. I’ll give you 20 minutes to appear at my door.' She didn’t say more. Perhaps her excitement was due to her ovulation period. Without another word, I dressed quickly and headed toward their house again.

Saying that she has no attraction to me is impossible. I've always considered myself not particularly interested in older women, nor would I become so obsessed. Perhaps only an S like her, who knows how to control the mind, could make me feel this way. I arrived at her door three minutes early, already familiar with the routine. I sent her a message: 'Goddess, I’m here...' 'Kneel at the door; no one will see you at this hour.' No way... this is outdoors. What if someone sees and takes a picture? But I had already arrived at the door, and her orders were absolute. I pulled up my clothes to cover my head and face, and respectfully knelt on the mat at her door, waiting for her. Each passing second felt so long. It had been ten minutes, and she still hadn’t opened the door. If there was any noise in the corridor, I would immediately pretend to be tying my shoes to avoid being noticed.

Finally, the door opened. The soft pink nightgown made Ms. Zhao feel a bit lazy. Wearing her daughter's plush slippers, she opened the door and stood at the entrance. "Who are you?", "I...... I am ......" For a moment, I really didn't know how to introduce myself. "I,...... I am...... "That one," I said my online name, "Aren't you so bold? You just leave like that. Who do you think you are? Now I tell you to leave, and you still want to leave?" I lowered my head, full of anger. I really couldn't stay in that moment any longer, so leaving was the best strategy. But under Ms. Zhao's feet, this ignorant karmic fire had to be properly suppressed. I couldn't care about anything else. I kept kowtowing to her, begging her to let me in. I quietly pressed my head close to her slipper, which must still smell like her daughter's feet, including Ms. Zhao's. I was so shameless—just this one act made me rock hard. To my surprise, she didn't pull away, letting me eagerly enjoy the fragrance between her feet and slippers with my nose...... I was excited; her indulgence brought me closer. I knew that if I missed this opportunity, I might not see her again in years. I cupped her slippers with both hands and started licking. Compared to high heels, this hairy feeling wasn't great, but the smell was like an aphrodisiac poison, making it impossible to stop. She lifted her foot and stomped hard, a muffled thud as my head hit the ground, leaving me dizzy. "Not bad, haven't seen you for hours, and you're already so bold?" Like it? Then crawl in holding it in your mouth,” she kicked off one shoe. I hurriedly bent down and picked it up with my mouth, and followed her figure, crawling into the house.

I glanced sideways at the shoe rack and saw an extra pair of my daughter's sneakers. I had long dreamed of the scent of a young girl, but I knew she detested it. Yet why was she wearing her daughter's slippers? Was it a coincidence, or the last trace of pity she had for me? She sat down on the chair by the entrance, and the house was extremely quiet. From the master bedroom, I could hear intermittent, deafening sounds of a man enjoying himself.

"This useless guy keeps me awake. If it weren't for his illness, he wouldn't expect me to let him off. I'm bored anyway, and you're leaving tomorrow. Why not invite you over to have some fun?" "You must still be craving it during the day," she said, stretching her bare foot on the floor right in front of my face. "My floor is usually very clean, with a private servant cleaning it myself. But when I stepped on it just now, it seemed to have gotten a bit of dust. Consider it a reward for not being late. Here~" With just a glance, I knew exactly what I should do next. I gently set the shoe in my mouth aside and boldly picked up her bare foot and started licking it. Her nails were clear and her skin firm. Although she was already this age, maybe she had taken good care of herself. "I often punish my private slave by shooting on my feet, then order him to lick them off. Try to see if there's his scent on them." Obviously, that's not the case, since she would wash her feet afterward. But it's precisely this invisible humiliation that creates the contrast of being cuckolded. She hooked her other slipper-clad foot around my neck, her bare sole directly covering my face. Her foot was small, and I could see her face through the faint light—so charming and vivid. I took a deep breath of the scent of her soles, the sweat mixed with the scent of the cotton slippers. Actually, you might not know that cotton slippers are the best container for the original scent. That sweat seeps into the fine fuzz, stored up, and when you go to smell it, you'll always find unexpected rewards. Ms. Zhao's feet didn't sweat much, so it must be her daughter's... slippers that she had worn just a few hours ago. Thinking of this, my temptation couldn't help but increase a few degrees.

"My daughter's return was indeed unexpected for me, but it doesn't affect anything. She's very smart, and I think she's inherited it. She suppresses what she sees and guesses deep in her heart, pretending not to notice. At this age, she definitely understands what she should. My daughter is excellent, just like me. This kind of hobby doesn't affect my well-educated status. It's worlds apart from those prostitutes you find in Xi'an." She was right. Paid S really didn't like this deep down and even looked down on us from the bottom of her heart. Ms. Zhao would too, but she truly loved this game—she had every inch of me in check. She bent her legs slightly, pulled my collar up with her hand, and brought us closer. But the pressure of her feet grew heavier, and the more I took her step, the more obvious the pressure of being stepped on. "Does it smell good? Look at how naughty you look. I know if my feet have a smell. You don't need to show off your acting skills. If I weren't for you, I wouldn't be wearing my daughter's slippers. Deep down, I want to raise her to be an S too, but morally it's not allowed." As a parent, you should know that everyone hopes their children will develop in the direction they want...... Oh, wait, you definitely don't want your child to become an M in the future, hahaha. Maybe if they were an M, maybe they could kneel before me in unison. Why do you look so unconvinced, saying your child offended you? My private servant and I say the same. I often insult his family, and I'm clearly part of the family. Even though I say that and insult myself, a game is a game. If you take it too seriously, you won't do anything well. Giving up your pride is the only way to have more fun. "She tore at my clothes with her toes, roughly pulling off one of my buttons. Her exposed clothes exposed my erect little nipples. She rubbed her toe against it, "Your body is much more honest than your expression. No matter how reserved you are, it doesn't change the fact that you came all this way to act shamelessly at my feet. You should be grateful I'm a normal person, not one of those so-called paid S you talk about. Otherwise, I'd have squeezed you out until every drop was left before I could leave." You can't say that. What they really want to drain is probably just your wallet, and I...... Be prepared to come 3-4 times today. Take out your ID card. I'll confiscate it first. If I can't, it will be cut up along with my morning urine and flushed down the drain. Losing your ID card is a hassle, right? At least you won't be able to go back. Think for yourself. There's still a long way before dawn. While I'm not tired yet, do your best and come find me. Not just as an online friend, but to show me your most despicable side behind the computer. Yes, right now, I know you like to play games, using my flash photos many times. Now that I'm here in person, can't that compare to a photo that hasn't been edited? "She roughly tore open my clothes with both hands, buttons falling all over the floor. She grabbed my hair and pulled it between her legs, but halfway through, she suddenly stopped." "If you come, you can get closer to me. Come on, you're already hard by now. Don't be stingy with your hands. I love seeing you play with your dirty gloves, especially being stared at like this. You must be very shy." "Quick, hands, get on." She lifted my hand with her foot, then stepped on it along with the cock under her feet. She hooked her other foot into a cotton slipper beside her, letting me hold it in my mouth. "Don't open your mouth wide, just hold it in your mouth. I want to hear your moans from your throat. That way I can hear just enough to wake someone up. Hurry up, useless person, want me to count down? I don't want to give you too much time. 20 seconds, you only deserve 20 seconds."

Following Ms. Zhao's instructions, I started to stroke myself wildly. Every glance she made, every movement, even her breath close to mine, made me unable to stop. I could do it...... Ms. Zhao...... I could make myself climax in the shortest time, faster than premature ejaculation. It would surely satisfy you. My hopeful, sorrowful eyes showed my gratitude for her punishment. I closed my eyes slightly, watching her seductive beauty through the gap, releasing my first ...... as the countdown kept accelerating.

With a bang, my hands propped up on the ground, and my shoes fell from my mouth. A thick, long-held pool of semen dripped down near my lower body, something I'd held back all day. "Oh~~ I haven't even counted it yet, and you've already come. You can't even control yourself. I love the moment when I read to zero, seeing threads spurt out. You're so useless...... It's all flowing out, you've probably gone too far...... The shoes fell to the floor too. Does it smell bad?" She picked up the slipper and pressed it against my face. "Sniff, do you lose your sense of smell after ejaculating? Shouldn't it be more sensitive? Isn't it as good as you imagined? But her scent has never changed. Are you hating why men have sage mode...... If you didn't cum, my behavior would only make you harder, right? Suck, why can't you hear any sound...... The worship after you cum is the real worship. If you don't understand and no one around you can teach you, then just learn from me. Paid S would have turned away and urged you to shower long ago, right...... How could it make you feel so comfortable? Clearly, that's not how to use hot water to relieve fatigue." I stiffly pressed my face against her slippers. She didn't understand why such a small body had so much strength; she wished she could embed the shoe into my face.

"Not fun. As expected, once a dog ejaculates, it’s boring. Lower your head and look at that puddle of sticky fluid you just released—it’s pretty fishy, right?" Ms. Zhao stomped heavily on my mess with her foot, rotating her ankle as if crushing a cockroach, watching my descendants die miserably under her feet. The sensation in my tailbone seemed to tremble and travel up my spine. "Remember this feeling… doesn’t it feel like I just stomped your child to death, hmm?" She always considered insulting family members part of the game. She had made sure I wouldn’t mind this kind of talk before shamelessly humiliating me. "Not bad, you came for the first time within 5 minutes. How does it feel?" "Feels… like all the stuff you’ve been holding in all day is finally released… a bit sleepy…" Ms. Zhao slapped me across the face. "What, do you think I’m just a tool? If I just let you go to sleep like this, it wouldn’t be training; it’d be as if I were playing the role of a free, foolish woman, right? The game has just begun." She rubbed the foot that had stepped in my semen against my body, sticky, and I recoiled distastefully. The emptied-out feeling left me somewhat weary.

"Take off all your clothes, leave them by the door, and then come to my bedroom. Keep your voice down." I slowly stripped completely naked and carefully entered Ms. Zhao's room. The light in the room was very dim, and I couldn't even make out her face clearly. Anyway, she wasn't wearing makeup, and her bare face looked more natural. Her husband, who was also her personal slave, was lying there snoring, with fever medicine and a thermometer on the bedside table. Ms. Zhao beckoned me to climb onto the bed. She stroked my nipples and whispered, 'Use that same cage, climb in and cover yourself. I won't lock it. My husband doesn't know you came over. Cover yourself with something so he won't notice if he hears anything, okay?' I nodded and carefully got in. Her husband was asleep so deeply that even if there was some movement, he wouldn't hear it. Ms. Zhao changed into her own slippers, put her daughter's slippers back in her room, and checked if her sleeping daughter had been awakened by the previous sounds. She carefully closed the daughter's bedroom door and walked to the bedroom.

The other side of the door

Having a stranger at home made my daughter, who was still in school, extremely agitated. In the past, it was just mom and dad playing some secret games. But having another person in the house, and one of the opposite sex, made her very uncomfortable. She lay there, unable to sleep for a long time. She had some understanding of the fact that mom was into S, and aside from feeling a bit disgusted, she had no other feelings. She didn’t know what idea mom had in coming to her room to take her slippers. In any case... she'll just throw away these slippers when she wakes up tomorrow. But it seemed like someone else had come to the house just now, and then mom entered her room again. After returning the slippers, she looked at me pretending to sleep, then went out again and closed the door. She used to be the most annoyed when I closed the door while sleeping, but who knows. Right now, all I want is to fall asleep quickly and not hear the slightest bit of discordant noise.

After tossing and turning, strange images unexpectedly appeared in my mind. The man today was a face I had never seen before. My father was also very kind to him. A colleague? No, probably not. A friend—my father had very few friends… Dad was not the type to socialize with shady companions, so he must be someone my mother knows. Meeting a member of the opposite sex, and after marriage too, wouldn’t she feel awkward? I’m understanding less and less about her. I put on earplugs and tried hard to make myself fall asleep.

Return to the bedroom

Ms. Zhao walked up to the cage and took off her underwear. "Smell it, remember my scent. Did you dislike touching it after just ejaculating? Hmph, I'll hang it here. When you need it, remember not to make a sound. Do you hear me?" I nodded. Ms. Zhao covered the cage with clothes or something else. If you didn't turn on the light and looked closely, you wouldn't notice anyone inside. "I really didn't expect this dog cage to come in handy in a situation like this," she ignored me and instead sat by the bed, combing her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was only wearing a silk pajama with the hem just covering her butt. The panties I had just taken off were still warm, with sticky liquid on them. Ms. Zhao truly loves SM; otherwise, she wouldn't have let so much of her genital secretions increase in that instant. I don't understand why she locked me in a cage. Was it like yesterday? This dull and tasteless captivity was just something I wanted to end soon. I still hadn't recovered from sage mode. I knelt in the cage like a fool, sleeping like this. Wait until tomorrow, then I could go back. Ms. Zhao could never have any physical intimacy with me; that was just my delusion.

"Hubby~~ hubby, are you feeling any better?" She spoke to the person in the cradle. His private servant stirred a little, mumbling something, but didn’t seem to have any intention of waking up. She touched his forehead, "Still hot. How can you be so careless? Why do you get sick at the time I want you most? Such a useless fool." Ms. Zhao quietly complained to the sleeping man. "Do you think I’d let you off in this state? Obviously not." She straightened her body, straddling the sides of the man’s head. There should still be some liquid from her lower body hairs. Her body, from standing upright, slowly sat down, settling onto the man’s face.

The rise and fall of snoring began to diminish. The man, whose breathing was blocked, instinctively made a sound... "Who... what are you doing?" "Doing what, you tell me? Letting you sleep this long is already merciful. I want to play, I don't care if you have a fever. At worst, I'll take you to the hospital for an injection tomorrow, but today you have to be mine, lick." If it were me, if someone did this while I was sick, I might have erupted. But the man beneath her didn't dare; he was trying to sort out his thoughts and see what was happening right in front of him. Ah... it's his own wife, straddling his sickly face, making him lick her... My body feels so weak, why does she want this now? This isn't SM, she just wants, simply, for me to comfort her... I really want to resist, yet I don't know why I can't do anything, not even muster the strength to get up. Yes, I have a fever... I took antipyretics, but my skin still feels slightly hot... I can clearly hear my own heartbeat... No, my breathing seems to be stifled. What is this sticky feeling? Could she have a reaction to someone as weak as me?

Ms. Zhao doesn't care about the patient beneath her at all. In her eyes, only her husband is the "tool" she can enjoy with peace of mind, not me, who came from afar...... "Your face is so hot, I feel hot down there, this sensation feels so good. I don't know why, but today I suddenly want you to serve me, not just with your mouth, but also with ...... I want to try what it feels like to have a burning rod-shaped object inserted inside," "But...... Wife...... Oh no, master...... I feel like I can't get hard at this moment...... I feel so weak," "Really? Don't worry, I have a way to get you up." Ms. Zhao got off him, walked to the door, closed the bedroom door behind her, and slipped in from below, taking the slave's languished little cock into her mouth and sucking on it...... Oh my god, this isn't what a woman S should do. She might never have given oral to her husband; this is something that would never exist in her values...... Why...... Is it just that she wants him to get hard? Ms. Zhao gently grabbed the man's breasts with both hands, pinching them with her nails. The man murmured words I couldn't hear...... "Don't ...... Master...... Don't ...... "Dirty ......" Ms. Zhao's behavior shocked him, even as a patient, since he had always been the one serving her...... Never, never...... The patient's body underwent subtle changes; he began to slowly engorge, eventually getting harder and harder. Ms. Zhao kicked the cage with her foot, making loud clattering sounds. My sage mode rapidly retreated, and the stimulating scene before me made my lower body itch with desire.

"It's hard...... Didn't you say it wasn't okay? Looks like the illness is mild. Maybe it's been a long time since we last felt like this, hmm? "Ms. Zhao crawled forward on her knees, straightened up, sat herself on the newly erect rod, then leaned down and kissed him, "This is the taste of your lower body. I won't swallow it. I'll give it all back to you." "I could hear the sound of saliva passing through me; the scene was truly lewd." Ms. Zhao's pajamas just covered the part of their union. Her body began to move up and down, softly moaning softly. She gripped the man's throat with her hand, making him unable to make a sound. "Haven't you always fantasized about being my sex slave?" Oral service alone won't be enough, right? Your poor hands have been jerking me for over ten years. You might think you'll never use your lower body to enter me again in your lifetime, but today I chose it, ah...... This burning sensation is amazing, our warmth is passing like this. Can you feel my gradually moistening little? It seems like something is flowing out endlessly. Normally, it is meant to be fed into your dog's mouth, but today, it belongs to your lower mouth. Try it well and tell me what it tastes like."

I can't imagine that beneath Ms. Zhao's simple appearance, she could be so flirtatious... Even if it's just acting, it's way too realistic. The underwear she left in front of me, not yet cooled, became my lifeline. I put it on my head and sneakily peered through the gaps at everything in front of me.

"You're getting harder and harder. Honey, you're amazing. You must want to hear that, right? That's impossible. If I were like this by the man who called me today, how would you feel? You must be unwilling to accept it. I can tell from the look in your eyes when I train him—you think I'm your private property, your private property. You're wrong, you're just one of many clips of mine. If you want M, I can pull in an M you can talk to anytime, anywhere. Do you know how much they crave me? They beg me to tell them how I trained you. Just like tonight, it would definitely be a good topic of conversation. But today, I look so outrageous, like I'm trying to please you, right? Mmm~~~ you're about to go deep into my womb...... Maybe it's because I haven't done it in so long. You can push harder, I really regret letting you take fever medicine. I also want to experience what 40° Yinjing really feels like. ”

Ms. Zhao lay on top of the man, moaning, her small mouth devouring his erect member, feeling as if she was about to die inside. Inside the cage, looking at everything vivid before me, I couldn't help but start jerking my cock...... I completely forgot I had only come less than 15 minutes ago.

"Useless, harder, harder again," Ms. Zhao slapped the private slave's cheek with her finger. Her crisp voice might have diffracted through the door crack, but she didn't care at all. Every action she made toward the man only fueled his continued burning. “…… Master...... Master...... I ...... I want to you......", "What the hell are you talking about," another heavy slap twice. You like me spanking you, right? Because I can feel it growing bigger and bigger. You really are a masochistic type. Pah~ Ms. Zhao spat a small mouthful of saliva on his face, spreading out and not forming properly, spreading like droplets all over the man's face. "If that M could lick the place where we had sex today, would you be even more excited? He's a wild dog, after all. The thing that comes out after we mate is its best aphrodisiac. Maybe he'll get carried away and even take your cock into his mouth. He's just that naughty...... When an M has no bottom line, he can do anything. Isn't that what you've dreamed of? You must have thought about being a slave to some S. That S might be me, but the woman I abuse can only exist in your fantasies, never realized, because you belong to me." Ms. Zhao kept moaning while brainwashing her husband beneath him. The sticky liquid soaked the man's body hair. "I lost so much...... I damn well want that wild dog to smear all my spills onto his face, then make him kneel to the side, stripped naked and watch how I swallow you bit by bit. What do you think, why don't I call him right away?” The man was very pleased to be held by the woman, even though he was sick. He didn't expect that he could get an erection in this way... nor did he expect that the woman would unexpectedly provide him with long-awaited relief. He wanted to take hold of all of this...

The man sat up straight, roughly rolling Ms. Zhao around on the bed for a little while, then pinned her beneath him. He wanted to show off his masculine instincts: man on top, woman on top was the right position. "Damn it, who wants me on top?" Even as she was being pinned down, Ms. Zhao cursed with curses completely different from her usual habits. At this moment, the curse was appropriate and pleasant. Ms. Zhao shifted her body slightly lower, pinching the iron pillar of the cage with her toes, making the cage clang. She cursed the useless while enjoying the burning penetration of the man's lower body. This pleasure was something no tool could give her. "What, do you like this position? Have you forgotten you're an M? Fine, let's see how long you can endure." Ms. Zhao pinched the man's nipples with both hands...... She began to tear, while the man squeezed his butt tighter and continued the piston movement. Every pain Ms. Zhao gave him made him harder and more aroused.

"Damn...~~ You want to penetrate me all the way through, you useless idiot. Where's your usual impotence? Do you remember when you only rubbed your soft thing against my boots to get hard? Come smell my hand. What scent? It's the scent of the liquid I got from after I entered my lower body. How about it? Come, sit it, ...... Suck. Ahh...... Your fucking feels so good, you're just an oiled, useless tool. All you can do is use your body heat to please me while you're sick, then...... If someone has my toes in my mouth, I'll definitely feel so good I can fly. Ms. Zhao was reminding me, because half her foot was already inside the cage. I took her in one gulp and silently started to stroke my cock...... My hardness must be on par with the one inside her.

The man was focused on 'sacrificing' himself, completely unaware of the smiling voice coming from the cage. He acted like a clown, thinking he had gained something, not realizing it was only to make me in the cage more excited. But for me, isn't it the same? Compared to him having intercourse with Ms. Zhao, I am the more worthless one. The two of us keep 'competing' with each other like this; that is probably the result Ms. Zhao wants to see.

Ms. Zhao pressed her legs together, and the man could only slowly thrust through that gap. Her body was pushing him, while he desperately wanted to prove himself. The tightening pleasure made his heart race. What he didn't know was that Ms. Zhao had closed her legs just to play with my face with her feet. Her untouched soles, which had stepped on my semen, were now being slowly licked by me. Being "loved" by two people must be wonderful. The result was obvious. Normally, just licking feet or having sex wouldn't excite Ms. Zhao at all. But today she was completely different. Even though we were some distance away, I could feel her burning breath. Being licked by a stranger, if it was her lower body, maybe ......

Ms. Zhao suddenly hugged the man's head, pressing his head against her chest. His body couldn't move any further, just cooperating with her. In this matter, Ms. Zhao held absolute dominance; no action was allowed to resist. "Did you hear my heartbeat? You useless thing, you have to pay the price for pinning me down on you today, understand?" The man took Ms. Zhao's nipple into his mouth, carefully serving her. He was bolder than ever. "If I told that wild masochist about what we are like today, he'd definitely get excited and vigorously stroke his useless cock again...... He always longs to be like you, to be a servant under my control, but he never gets that chance. She only deserves to jerk off at my feet. You know, I've sent flashy photos of you ejaculating on my stockings, and he's so excited he's about to overflow, panting heavily as he tells me he's using our flash to masturbate him...... Three seconds...... Just three seconds, and I'm about to tame him into a complete useless beast. I just wanted to see him fantasize about us having sex, passionately stroking myself but not even touching his own wife, because he knew he wasn't worthy. When you me loose, wet, or even ejaculated your filthy semen inside me, what he probably hoped for was to immediately press close and slowly take everything inside me into his mouth...... "Oh, why are you getting excited? Or do you want to be like him, the kind of person I described? You want the one lying on top of me not yourself, but another man. You're really filthy......" Ms. Zhao pressed the man's head tightly with her arm, trying to smother him on her chest. "Come on...... If you like it, come and show me...... See how much you can pump, I'll definitely hold tightly and feed him ...... Okay?? ”

Hmm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ under Ms. Zhao's repeated stimulation, I frantically stroked myself. Sure enough, masturbation was my ultimate destination. I couldn't care less about the man in front of me. Ms. Zhao's petite toes tempted me. Whether it was her words, her movements, or the man moving on her, they all excited me...... But this startled the man

He suddenly turned around...... Who...... Who's there...... He seemed so scared his hair stood on end; he had no idea there was someone else in the cage...... "Am I just sleeping, or am I dreaming...... He rubbed his eyes and lifted the cloth covering the cage, revealing his bare self. I was holding my master's toes in my mouth, my right hand gripping my cock, doing something lewd. "You...... When did you come in?" The man's cock instantly went soft—he must have gone weak from fright.

Ms. Zhao pulled her foot back, "You haven't come yet, useless dog. You think you deserve to watch us make love. Can't stop, huh?" She looked at me with contempt, the hair on her forehead already soaked with sweat. I told him to come, no need to make such a fuss. You're sick, I should at least find some fun for myself. Look at you, so you're going to soften yourself. Crawl out and lie on the ground. "I really didn't dare come out at the time, afraid of being beaten up by the man in front of me...... But after thinking it over, I realized that Ms. Zhao still had the final say in this household, so I felt a bit more at ease and carefully crawled out. The two of us were naked, our lower bodies drooping, like two dejected useless dogs. I lay on the floor by the bed, cold and cold. Ms. Zhao cupped the man's face with both hands, "Why are your eyes only on him? Today, let's have some fun~~" She stepped on my stomach, but she was still a bit shorter than the man. She embraced her husband and kissed passionately, while I became Ms. Zhao's footrest. One foot was on my sternum, while the other foot, stained with my semen, stepped on my face. For some reason, this movement drove me crazy. They made sizzling sounds while kissing, which made me incredibly excited.

"Let's just keep kissing like this until he hears this sound and comes, okay?" the man said nothing, just tightly holding his petite woman. He deliberately avoided my body, but his cock slowly erected, pressing against Ms. Zhao's lower abdomen.

I didn't know being a foot cushion could be so stimulating. I'm a completely objectified tool. While they were enjoying themselves, all I did was try to elevate Ms. Zhao's body so she could reach the man. I was really despicable. Ms. Zhao was very gentle, but she stepped on me hard. "How long do you think he'll cum? You know, twenty minutes ago, he just finished once under my feet. Isn't he good at it? Then let him prove himself. I'll use my foot to hit him 15 times...... If he really comes, I'll reward him more, okay? Why aren't you saying anything? Don't be like a dead block, useless." She pushed him away and slapped his face several times. "What, do you want me to move with you too?" "Pah, you bastard, you probably want to be like him, but I refuse." Ms. Zhao gently rubbed the man's chest with both hands. Even though she had just spat on him, she kissed him again, deliberately making the soft sound of their lips touching. Her feet kept roaming over my body, and eventually she even stepped on my face, desperately destroying my face...... "Haha, the man's face beneath my feet is about to be disfigured by my stepping. Do you know how hard I step on him? I don't even consider him human...... I don't know where a stray dog came from and ended up at our house. Serves him right for this. Honey, do you love me? Let him watch us have sex, okay? Let him see with his own eyes how your hot cock goes in and out of my body. If anything comes out, I'll let him lick it all off. She got off of me without the man's consent, quickly took a condom from the cabinet and put it on the man. She didn't want him to go soft the moment she left. It was a full box of condoms; the man hadn't used one for a long time. He was serving Ms. Zhao with determination, and perhaps hormones were one of the reasons he had held on until now.

The man was gasping heavily. After taking fever medicine, he should have rested well. Even he felt weak and hot, but the appearance of me, an uninvited guest, threatened his position. Or rather, I had become his aphrodisiac. In any case, I felt his lower body was always hard. I lay there watching him move in and out of Ms. Zhao's body. She felt no shyness at all, openly letting an M enjoy her—no, rather, she was enjoying this man. She was proactive, gripping the inner walls tightly to push the man harder. As I gently stroked her calves, I felt her muscles tense up. I didn't know that serving a man and a woman during sex could be so thrilling. No wonder so many M women are so eager to be husband and wife. If you haven't experienced it, you simply can't understand it. White substance came out from the outside of the condom, which was the foaming substance formed after being rubbed and squeezed. I really wanted to lean in and give oral to Ms. Zhao. Watching her continuously soak the man's lower body with her secretions, I was so envious, but I really didn't dare. I didn't want this wonderful moment to pass in an instant. The man's movements suddenly quickened. He seemed to feel the friction from the uneven areas inside her body, which made his semen secretion faster. Even when ill, he frantically thrust his body against him. This was the home he had longed for, a place other masochists could only dream of. From the moment he met her, he knew he belonged to Ms. Zhao. But over the years, except for having children, he had hardly enjoyed normal sex. Rather than saying he was an M, unworthy of having her body, In fact, Ms. Zhao doesn't even treat him as a person in the game. This long-term psychological destruction means she can only toughen up when she plays with and humiliates her. They even tried gold, something he never dared to imagine, and it was Ms. Zhao who suggested it herself. She wants to try all kinds of things she wants. As long as it can satisfy her useless husband, she refuses to stick to traditional actions. Getting it and dripping wax was already child's play. Of course, Ms. Zhao wouldn't let him actually eat it. She liked to have her man kneel beside her when no one was home, watching her poop. The sound of his excretion made his lower body rock hard. No masochist could escape the temptation of gold; it was just a matter of time. She believed men would have a special fondness for poop, especially if he was truly masochist. But even so, she only made the man toilet paper and only let him lick it until it was spotless. Watching the man cry his butt cleft like a madman, her confidence peaked. Ms. Zhao is not flamboyant in life. Rather than social anxiety or a congenital personality flaw, she doesn't want to interact with others. She has very few friends, and doesn't even have a close friend as a living being. One reason she likes to share online is simply to gain emotional value from others' appreciation and expectations. She knows none of this is possible, because she is already married and has her own daughter. She would never betray her husband or do anything else, not even as an S. She often discusses with me whether she would become an outstanding paid S if she never marries herself. We answered yes. She definitely and can handle this role because she loves to play too much. My hand kept stroking my cock nonstop, and I controlled the rhythm well. I wanted to maintain my high servility, just in case—what if, by chance, the other party would want me to serve her? I felt like I was completely foolish. After all, I'm just an ordinary M. What would it feel like to have a hot rod in my mouth? I tried hard not to let such thoughts cross my mind, because it would pierce my growing desire like a needle, letting it burst little by little like a balloon. Ms. Zhao changed her prone position, while the man behind was earnestly offering the only thing on his body that was hard. I couldn't hold back anymore. At worst, I would be kicked away. I turned around, knelt by the bedside, picked up Ms. Zhao's foot that had just stepped on thousands of my children, and started sucking it deeply. "What are you doing...... Slut, who told you to lick me...... Ah...... Mmm-~" The man's actions left Ms. Zhao too busy attending me. For her, in nearly ten years, she had also experienced the pleasure of "going deep." She was addicted to the flashy but insubstantial climax of shaking the "outside," but that was enough to make her go limp. She deeply understood that only "the inner orgasm is the true meaning of love, but this is a distorted kind of love. As the queen, queen, the heroine, she must have a sense of superiority. Men are all lowly, so how could they let a lowly creature enter their body?" So what exactly was today's bewitching mind? With two people, especially one being a stranger, she had long been looking forward to this day. Ideally, a man would lick the other foot, which would only excite her more. For her, getting physical pleasure from licking feet was originally impossible. But at this moment, its visual stimulation, combined with this long-lost sense of depth, melted Ms. Zhao's ice bit by bit. She began to moan. How many times have I dreamed of hearing the voice in her voice? This wasn't an act or an act—it was incredibly real. She was genuinely indulging herself, licking her tongue between my mother's feet. Watching my private servant serve me felt like it. Aren't you eager to try it too? But all you can do is kneel to the side, hungrily watching, licking ......." The constant pleasure made her words less fluent, always broken and broken. But she was so proud that she still insulted me like that. With a stubborn gaze, she looked at her man's weak gaze, and at the eyes beside her, who was boundless in energy but could only vent by licking feet. She felt very satisfied. She closed her eyes, savoring all of this. She seemed even more excited, because she raised her hips high and rubbed against the man's stomach from time to time. She signaled me to kneel under the bed and lower my head to worship her. She stepped on the back of my head, emptying her body so that the man's penetration would be even more thorough. Her cries grew louder, and I felt it had become noisy. Even though it was an unfamiliar place to hers, I was afraid of disturbing the neighbors...... My heart was timid, my head aching from her stepping, but her breathless, intoxicating moans made me wish I could become a pile of mush beneath her feet. As long as I could excite the goddess, my head would be nothing more than a small stool to raise her. The man didn't last long in this position; his movements gradually slowed, and the low growl from his throat sounded like a wounded, comforted beast, his legs trembling...... The feeling of wanting to prove oneself but feeling powerless—perhaps it was. A convulsion struck. The man held Ms. Zhao tightly and motionless, standing there, drenched in sweat. "Why did it stop? Don't say you came? So pathetic, it's only been a few minutes." "Your movements just now were too ...... Or maybe I was too long. I don't know either...... The man was trembling, barely able to stand. The discomfort after ejaculation, combined with the rising temperature, made the man feel dizzy. His lower body visibly went soft and hung there. Ms. Zhao, still unsatisfied, kicked him away, "Failing at the critical moment, you're really useless...... For me, this is just the beginning...... Damn, you're such a waste." Ms. Zhao pulled her other foot out of my mouth, stood up barefoot, and walked to the cabinet to open it. She was searching for something, and the feeling of being pushed halfway down and then slowly lowering made him irritated. "I've raised you for so many years, and now you're so useless at the crucial moment. Do you think I can't live without you? Can't you see there's another idiot next to me? Maybe you want me to put a tall green hat on you too?" The man stood there exhausted, not knowing what to do, but he knew that in this state, his cock just wouldn't get hard. Ms. Zhao took out a wearable dildo and tossed it onto the bed. The man was so frightened his anus tightened...... He thought he would get beaten up because of Ms. Zhao's anger. But clearly, she wasn't interested in playing with him right now. "You can go to sleep, you useless trash," she gave the man's testicles a hard grip. He collapsed onto the bed with a howl, wrapping himself tightly in the blanket, even forgetting to remove the condom already filled with thick semen. "Does it look good?" Admiring my awkward look as a useless slave, you should genuinely laugh at him from the bottom of your heart. He's just that incompetent. But you should be pretty much the same. I remember you found it hard to stand in front of your wife, but under my feet, now over 40, you're as hard as iron—pretty long-lasting. You haven't come out for so long, and I've given you a chance. You didn't cherish it yourself. From now on, I've changed my mind. You no longer have the right to masturbate, or else you'll be like that limp rotten flesh on the bed. I don't want you to enter sage mode—just suffocate yourself to death like this." "She pulled out a pair of black panties she usually trains her from the corner." This is for my training. I've never washed it, but every night I need to train it, I wear it for half a day to make sure the sweat on my feet and legs gets completely on it. How many times have I counted? You can smell it—isn't it like an aphrodisiac?" She waved it in front of my eyes. That strong, sour stench definitely didn't build up in a day, but this smell was amazing...... I thought I'd go soft as the man finished making love, but unexpectedly, it stood up again, as if rejuvenated. Ms. Zhao put the stockings over my head, wrapped them around, and the tip of the sock made a knot on my nose. My vision blurred, and I could only vaguely see her appearance, relying on imagination. She turned to look at the man, "Useless, look at how I use it." She told me to place my hands on her knees, then put a wearable dildo on my head, my mouth facing the base of the dildo. "Have you ever used this?" You must have used it before, but only when other women fucked you. So today, learn how to serve your goddess with your mouth. You have to work harder and let the person next to you learn well," she said, fastening the lock on the back of my head, the dildo firmly fixed in my mouth. "I don't need to teach you anymore—" Ms. Zhao lay there, spreading her legs, first gently stroking her clitoris with her fingers, then slightly parting a small slit, holding the protruding part of my mouth, slowly pushing it into her lower body. My nose was pressed against her vulva, and she gripped the back of my head with both hands, pressing hard...... How deep must that be to hold something so thick and long? That feeling of being filled instantly made her grip my head tightly. "You wretched beast, can't move? Take your time," she said, holding my head, legs raised high, letting the thing in my mouth slowly move in and out of her body. The slick sounds from the friction tore my desire apart, spilling everywhere. I knelt there like a dog, my hands gripping her thighs. My head was like a large sex tool, pleasing and soothing her. She tore at my hair, shook my head, but she didn't cross the line, so I didn't really touch her body. Maybe it was too thick and long; after just a few dozen thrusts, she was trembling as if convulsing. She turned and pressed me beneath me, using her waist to move her hips up and down, the thick hair in her genitals wildly brushing against my face. Liquid kept flowing down the fake fluid into my mouth, bitter and slightly sour. If it were really that thing down there, it probably wouldn't last more than a few seconds. Ms. Zhao buried her head in the blanket, shouting wildly, while the man curled up motionless. Ms. Zhao yanked off his blanket, "I'll show you look, watch closely, no sleeping. See that? Other dogs are serving me, and you're not even one ten-thousandth of his. You came halfway?" How dare you? Look at this dog between my legs. Even if I stroked it hundreds or thousands of times, he still wouldn't cum, because without my command, how could he dare to push his already ruined cock? "My neck was pressed against the edge of the bed by her, her pelvis driving the intense force of her genitals to strike my face again and again. I felt like my skull was about to split, and inside that crack was a spring secreted from the depths of Ms. Zhao's soul, which she would squeeze my filthy pussy to the extreme. Ms. Zhao squatted on my face, her toes propping up her body. In the straight, upright direction, she would stroke her breasts up and down. My nose could barely smell her socks. She rubbed me until my nose was exposed. It turned out her flower buds smelled so sweet, like sipping honey. She would sit on top of her, push the all the way in, then lift her hips to fully expose it. She kept repeating this motion. If I had to describe her in one word, it would definitely be '.' When a proper queen moves so seductively on your face, I really want to pin her down and conquer her, but I'm weak. In her eyes, I'm no different from those silicone things. I don't know what kind of look men give me, but psychologically and physically, I'm afraid he'll be deeply hurt. Just as I felt like my neck was about to break, Ms. Zhao stopped. She undid the stuff on my face and tore off the socks on my head. She grabbed the hair on my forehead and looked at me, her eyes full of desire. At that moment, she must have hoped I would probe her with my tongue, but she hesitated. She wasn't the type to let desire overwhelm her mind. "Get lost, not a single one of you," she lay flat on the bed, breathing heavily. No one knew what was going on in her mind. She slid the condom filled with semen from the man's cock and waved it in front of me. "I'll give you a chance. Drink it, and allow your filthy tongue to lick me—until I climax, or give up the chance." My consciousness hadn't fully recovered from her oppression. Now I was torn: should I drink the man's thing I'd never tried, or ...... How I wished I could just go up and properly lick my goddess, but...... "You've passed the time to think. How can a stray dog serve me? "You're still hesitating? You're only fit to be a dog," she tied a tight knot on the condom, sealing the man's fluids inside forever. She pinched my cheek and tossed the condom into my mouth like trash, "holding it in her mouth." She spread her legs, revealing her most "real" part of herself before my eyes, then gently rubbed herself with her fingertips. "Face your mouth below, so nice. You can choose to chew or not chew what's inside. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll pee into your mouth after climax." Is it the body of a dying candle, or a delicate and moving soul? Everything Ms. Zhao I admire did in just one hour overturned my understanding of her. In my heart, she is noble and sacred. But it was this contrast that made me involuntarily follow her rhythm of rubbing myself. She turned on the pink vibrator she usually used and hooked it on, and climax was only a matter of minutes. The motor started, and the red light seemed to break through the threshold of desire. As soon as the sound touched her clitoris, she curled up as if curling up. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and she made moans only a little girl could make—very captivating, like her little paws constantly scratching my chest. I wasn't stunned by the scene before me. Even if she hadn't asked me, I would have moved myself violently, using my actions to please her. I gripped the base of my cock, moving it up and down widely. We both knew exactly where we were most aroused, and the one most familiar with our bodies was probably just myself. Two useless men made me climax this way, but I held her back by a single step. When she trembled all over and had no choice but to drop the vibrator, I knew she had arrived. But I kept stroking hard; my threshold was too high...... Plus, I had just ejaculated once not long ago, so I felt it was just ...... Almost ...... The motor was still vibrating, but it was too noisy now. Ms. Zhao turned it off sullenly and lay there, her chest rising and falling. This feeling of orgasm was more familiar to her. "Stop, stop stroking, I want some quiet." The man lay motionless under the covers, seemingly falling asleep again. Ms. Zhao pulled the blanket over herself, seemingly tired. Only I knelt naked by the bed, like a wild dog serving in bed, while at this moment, I felt completely absent. I picked up the stockings Ms. Zhao had just thrown me and sniffed them vigorously, trying to use the force to come, but they stopped abruptly. No one in the room paid attention to me...... This ...... Is this called being mercilessly kept in captivity? Should I leave, or just roll back into the cage like this? The man was already snoring; he was too tired, and the slapping made his condition worse. Ms. Zhao was also sprawled there. Well, it was already past 2 a.m.—no one would struggle like we did. I sensibly stopped what I was doing, wrapped myself in a blanket, and tried to crawl into the cage. "I need to pee," Ms. Zhao said softly, "What do you want me to do......?" "Just drink like this, don't spill it on the bed, I really don't want to move." A string of question marks ran through my mind, and my previously weak lower body hardened again. "You can only drink, no touching. After drinking, get back into the cage. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll have it and reward you with anything. Who knows, it depends on how you behave." I don't want to talk anymore. Just come close to me yourself." The amount of information caught me off guard...... When did she become so forgiving? Wouldn't it be that she allowed me to stick close? Opportunity doesn't come again. I carefully leaned in and gently sucked on Ms. Zhao's lower body. We were connected, rubbing my lower body against the edge of the bed, but my tongue didn't dare move. It was like a urine bag, the bitter urine slowly flowing into my mouth. My lips pressed tightly against hers, not a trace of liquid leaking out of the gap. It was a huge pool of urine, my throat gurgling, the salty taste almost choking me. Was this juice her reward to me? "Lick it clean......" I had only licked twice before she waved her hand to get lost. Still wanting more, always wanting more. The taste of Ms. Zhao's forced urine still lingered on my lips. I smacked my lips, slowly savoring it. Maybe tonight would end just like that.

The other side of the door

The girl's heartbeat was steadily accelerating. Although her mother's actions made her feel extremely disgusted, the naive girl also wanted to know what was happening on the other side of the wall. Since her mother had entered her room twice, she could no longer sleep. She knew there was a fourth person in the house, which made her feel very uneasy. Why would her mother wear her slippers, and what had she done with them? The girl sat up, leaned against the headboard, and hugged the stuffed bear that had grown up with her. Just now, in the incredibly quiet night, she seemed to hear a strange sound, it was a woman's voice, low but piercing: 'How is dad? Is he still having a fever?' Although he seemed very ineffectual, he had always been particularly, particularly kind to me, and I truly appreciated him from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps I was somewhat jealous of how obedient he was to my mother. If it came down to choosing between me and Mom, he would definitely choose that woman without hesitation. She also said, 'I am his only one,' which is a lie. I felt that no matter what, I could not sleep. Whether sitting or lying down, I tossed and turned in bed, imagining the face of that stranger. Could he be Mom's...? I didn’t dare think further. I would not allow anyone to ruin my family, because even if Mom had an affair, Dad would probably remain silent. That’s just the kind of person he is. Every time I thought of this, my teeth itched with anger. I adjusted my pajamas; my hair was already in a mess. I tiptoed barefoot across the floor and quietly walked toward the door. I pressed my ear against the door. It was silent; the sounds that had been slightly noisy just moments ago had stopped. What exactly happened? My heart was pounding, and maybe the answer I wanted was just on the other side of the door. I mustered up the courage to grasp the doorknob and carefully turned it. The door opened, and the living room was pitch dark. If they caught me, I would just say I was going to the bathroom. Usually, I wouldn't dare to wander around the house alone at night. I was naturally timid; even seeing clothes hanging on the rack would make me imagine floating ghosts. But today, even though my heart was beating wildly, I wasn't afraid at all. I reached the entrance and turned on my phone screen to illuminate slightly. Sure enough, there was an extra pair of men's shoes I hadn’t seen before. Could he be… in mom’s room? What about dad? My chest tightened, and I took deep breaths, trying hard to stay calm. I tiptoed toward their bedroom. The door was ajar; mom hated closing doors when she slept and never did, without exception. But why was it half-closed today? Did dad get up in the night? No, the medication made him sleep deeply in his weakened state. So other than mom, there was only a third person. I stood at the door. The lights inside were off, but I could hear snoring from the room, rising and falling, sometimes heavy, sometimes soft. It was a clear moonlit night, and the moonlight came through the curtains into their room. Even without lights, you could still see something, right? I carefully poked the door with my fingertips, and as the angle widened, the door swung open. But I didn't go in. At this moment, I felt more like a wandering ghost. There was no reaction inside, they must have all fallen asleep. I poked in a foot, and at the edge of the bed was a body wrapped up tightly. Judging by the build, it must be Dad. And the partially covered one next to him, is that Mom? She was sleeping soundly. So, the heavy and light snoring were both coming from them. Well, it’s already so late, what am I still doubting? Unless, did that man wear the wrong shoes when he left? Impossible, his height isn’t the same as Dad’s; he would notice quickly. But there’s no third person on the bed, nor on the floor. In the wardrobe? That’s not a place where someone could hide; it should be packed with Mom’s clothes. Maybe I’m overthinking it. That place where clothes are usually piled up—oh, it’s the dog cage! It reminded me of the dog we sent away before. But why leave the cage here? My heart sank. I quietly walked to the cage and gently stroked its bars. I should go back. Maybe I’m sleepwalking. I turned and went back out, returning to my bed in my room. Maybe now I can fall asleep. I lay there and closed my eyes.

In the cage

What just floated past? It scared me to death. I thought I had encountered a ghost in the middle of the night. That tiny figure—was it because I had rubbed my eyes too much and my vision got blurry, or was I just too sleepy? I was drowsy and confused but didn't dare make the slightest sound. In this house, besides the three of us, there was only Ms. Zhao's daughter. If I accidentally scared her, she would scream, right? And if that happened, how would I handle it in my current state? I held my breath. Oh no, oh no, why did she walk toward the cage? I covered my mouth with both hands and curled up in the corner without moving. A pair of small hands was touching the bars of the cage. She must know I’m here, right? Yet she was so calm it was terrifying. Could her other hand be holding a sharp fruit knife, intending to kill me... My mind was in chaos, but fortunately, she just turned and left. She was barefoot, and those tiny feet stepping on the moonlight must have inherited Ms. Zhao’s foot shape—so delicate and beautiful. If only… No, that’s impossible. People must be content… must be content. Only when the whole house was quiet again did I release my hands and start gasping heavily. All three of them were asleep. Tomorrow, once the girl goes to school and the husband goes to work, I can say a proper goodbye to Ms. Zhao, and this visit can be over. I kind of miss the soft and comfortable bed at the hotel. Thinking about it, it's ridiculous. I drank Ms. Zhao's holy water up close and did something beyond my plans. After all, people are still driven by desire. Thinking about what I've seen and experienced these past few days, maybe serving someone else's life in a foreign place feels like being kept in captivity. Her daughter's appearance is a variable, but I can't greedily hope for more. She's just a middle schooler—what good can she do? I thought of those middle school graduates in this city. They're just short on pocket money, so how could they like this? I was too naive. Drowsiness swept through my body, but my mind was so clear. I wanted to use the bathroom, but Ms. Zhao had told me to just stay quietly in the cage. She was probably afraid my daughter might accidentally catch me. She's so smart, she always thinks of her daughter. When they fell asleep, they were just an ordinary family of three. Why could they fully integrate SM into their lives? Why did I have to sneak around looking for paid S girls? Isn't that a good life? Yes, this is completely not what I want. The wife is the master, the husband is servant. Just thinking about it is laughable. Only Ms. Zhao and her useless husband would find it so amusing. If it were me, having sex with my wife in front of a stranger, I would never agree under any circumstances. It's ridiculous. Life must be separated from SM. At best, this is the ideal life that most people fantasize, and life cannot be separated from oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar. And her own children. If the daughter knew all this, and her mother was fine, how would she view her father? I don't want to become like this man. I'd rather keep spending money to find wild S to satisfy myself. Yes, that's my life motto. It was very quiet outside. Eventually, I couldn't bear the exhaustion and leaned against a corner of the cage to sleep. I don't know how much time passed before something pricked me. Looking closely, I saw Ms. Zhao poking me with her finger. "Wake up, it's 6 o'clock. You should go home." My eyes stung with emotion, the excitement from last night long gone. Even seeing Ms. Zhao with half her breast exposed, it was the same. Mornings were when my desire was least pleased, and I was no exception when facing her. "Is your husband feeling better?" I asked quietly, "I checked his temperature and his fever went down, but he's still very weak. I was going to have him take you to the airport today, but it seems there's no other way." "No, no, you're too polite." At this moment, Ms. Zhao didn't seem like a queen at all, but more like a friend she'd known for a long time. "It seems I was a bit indulgent last night and neglected you. What did I promise you? Sometimes, when I'm in the mood, I say something unreliable," "This...... You said...... "You said you'd give me what I want............", "Hmm? What do you want? I don't remember at all. What do you want?" I lowered my head, not knowing how to start. On one hand, my desire was still dormant; on the other, since she had completely forgotten, why should I embarrass myself? No, she didn't drink—was she just so excited that she forgot? This is impossible; she’s not a child anymore, she must remember, it’s just that she doesn’t want to say it out loud herself. 'I want to… oh, I can’t even remember, I fell asleep,' Ms. Zhao rolled her eyes at me and stood up. 'Wait here, I’ll go check on my daughter.' Ms. Zhao walked out in slippers, and only returned after confirming that her daughter was still sound asleep in the early morning. The man’s snoring had already stopped; he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, lying there completely still. 'I remember my promise, and I know what you want. But wanting something requires actively striving for it, not waiting for me to give it to you, understand?' I nodded; we understood each other without words. I was fairly sure what she wanted to give me, but I wasn’t sure if I could act normally in front of her. That’s right, the thing we were both thinking of in our heads was 'gold.' Ms. Zhao knew I was an experienced toilet submissive; she was just curious, having never seen a man eat feces, only in films. Her curiosity drove her to witness it all in person that day. She gently stroked her lower abdomen, seemingly feeling something. Our eyes met, and she instead looked away, whether it was a woman’s restraint or shyness, it was self-evident. "We only have half an hour. My daughter's alarm is set at 6:40. I hope you can be quiet. Do you know what I mean?" I nodded, shaking my 'little brother' vigorously to wake him up. I sent him a signal that it was time to wake up. Within minutes, my body returned to an excited state. After all, the second time yesterday, I hadn't ejaculated, preserving a good servile instinct to nurture my essence for a thousand days. Using it for a while might be preparing for this moment. I slowly crawled out of the cage. Ms. Zhao raised her index finger to her lips, "Keep --, down. Still, I don't want my husband to know I played this with someone else. He bullied him enough last night. When he recovers, he'll probably feel jealous and unwilling to accept it. We still have to live our lives. About what happened last night, I need to properly apologize to him." After just checking his temperature, I gave him a pill—a simple cold medicine. It contains chlorphenermine, so he should sleep soundly for a while, so don't wake him up. Ms. Zhao didn't ask me to crawl on the floor. Instead, she tied a loop around my neck with the long silk she had played with yesterday and tied a knot. "For now, these socks can be your collar and dog leash. When you leave, consider them as gifts from me. But before that, I want to see whether toilet slaves like you are real, or just a lovely dragon like you." Here it comes, it's coming. This is exactly what I expected. I don't know how she figured it out, maybe it just so happened that her body was sensing it. Anyway, since she was going to pull it off, it was better to let me, who came from afar, have a little advantage. "What are you standing there for? Come in." I was still half-awake when she grabbed me into the bathroom. This sudden feeling of happiness made my body exhilarated, even on a morning when I had little appetite. Without asking for her consent, I quickly locked the door, stripped off my clothes, and lay on the floor. Ms. Zhao was startled for a moment and looked at me, saying, "What are you doing…" "Ah…weren’t you going to give me gold???" "Is this how you play outside with wild queens?" She let out a snicker. "So, what should I do then?" Ms. Zhao asked curiously. "You’re not just going to pull it onto your face, are you?" "Well…yes, but usually they have a commode or something." Ms. Zhao sat on the toilet and looked at me lying on the floor. "But I feel this isn’t right. We don’t really know each other. How do you have the right to eat my things?" She rested her chin on her hands, her pajamas’ sleeves pinched between her fingers and palms. That girl-like cuteness brushed over me like the morning air. Is this really Ms. Zhao? Or perhaps, another fairy descended from the heavens? "I... guess I... am begging for your favor as a fan," "Hmm—the answer is quite satisfactory. How come your emotional intelligence suddenly improves at this moment? Even to get me to take a bite of my own shit, it's not easy. But I don't want to be like other female Ss; that method is too much like a feeder. I prefer to do it my own way," "Your way... what do you need me to do?" "She hooked her finger, "Come closer, kneel in front of me, yes, this is the height." She reached out her hands and started teasing my nipples, "You said you didn't feel this way this morning, you were lying to me, right...... Why is your lower body already so erect? Is it because of me, or because of gold?" Ms. Zhao's fingers made me feel very good. I couldn't help but close my eyes and hum, "I'm asking you something, little brat, my spare toilet at home." I have to admit, Ms. Zhao's 360-degree change in attitude was beyond my expectations. "Both, I guess. Without your gold, it's nothing," "Isn't having me enough?" You have to poop on me. I really don't know what you admire anymore. Maybe I changed my mind and rushed away the moment I pooped. What would happen to you? You'd freeze instantly, right? First hoping and then disappointing—that's probably the best punishment for you. First, it's punishment for family infidelity; second, for flirting with women everywhere. As for me, I've never promised you to be my submissive, right? My own private slave is enough." "Ms. Zhao said indifferently, but her fingers kept moving. She liked watching me gradually harden from softness. She said it was her charm, and it really is." Are you looking forward to it? How will I give it to you? I feel like my lower body is swollen, probably going to have a lot of diarrhea. Can you finish it? Usually, I only use wiped toilet paper for my slave to smell, but I never let him lick it. But you—I'm not worried. Isn't this exactly what you like? Only dogs like it. Oh, at this point you're starting to get dripping. Your reaction is way too strong. How much do you expect from this queen's poop? Hmph," she dragged her chin with one hand, knees together, making it impossible for me to see inside the toilet. Her fingers were still moving with me. Compared to before, she would put her slipper on my hardened cock, then press its raised head with the sole of her shoe. "Don't tilt it up like this in front of me. If I make it lower it, it must kneel like you. That's worship, a bow with all your body. Do you understand?" I took a small step back, lowered my head reverently, and she casually placed her foot on top of mine. "Oh, I want to poop. I do it regularly, every morning. If you stay at our place for a week and eat my poop every day, will you remember my taste? Or maybe you'll get tired of it and go find someone else." I lifted my head and opened my mouth, about to say something, but she pressed her index finger to my lips, "--Don't rush to promise, both outcomes are expected, right? You said you wouldn't eat the same golden girl again. No matter how beautiful she is, my looks definitely don't meet your expectations. So do you think you'll be tired of me for three days or five, or will you just vomit after leaving this door?" I'm really curious," "I ......" After Ms. Zhao asked like that, I really couldn't answer casually. If I couldn't say well, maybe she wouldn't give it to me. Honestly, wanting to eat gold and still have to give me a tough question. "Hehe—~ Can't think of an answer? Has your head already burned out, or is it filled with something about to come out? If I could, I really want to cut open your head and stuff the poop I pulled out one by one, then see if you'll become more sincere. Hahaha," I breathed heavily in my mouth, raising my hands to imitate a dog's posture, looking forward to it. She patted my head, "Be good." Actually, you're quite obedient, which is very different from what I imagined before I saw you. If I disliked you, maybe such an outrageous thing wouldn't have happened yesterday, so...... I'm in a great mood and slept soundly last night. This is a reward for you. Come on, get closer, even closer. Following her instructions, I knelt closer to her. Ms. Zhao gave off a faint scent of a female that made me want to pounce and smell her, but I knew she didn't belong to me. 赵女士的膝盖微微分开，一个小小的口子，我可以从马桶边缘的缝隙看到，她将我的头按到双腿之间，并用双手压住了它，她伏在我的耳边小声地说，“从这个小小的缝隙可以看到的吧，即使看不到，也能闻到的吧，是什么味道的呢，会很臭吧，屎都是很臭的，我自己都嫌弃呢，你能感觉到有东西已经出来了么，你的鼻子堵在上面，小小的出口，我大便的味道，你要好好地吸掉哦。是不是很想吃，但是就看着它们一条一条的落入马桶里，很失落对吧……这是第几条了，有没有好好数数呢”，那种黄金从菊花里拉出来的滑腻的声音在马桶中荡漾着，这是熟悉的味道，是黄金的味道，我呜呜呜的不知道是开心还是难过……一定是两者都有的，开心的是我终于见到了赵女士的黄金，难过的是她并没有直接拉进我的嘴里。 "Disappointed, right? Just watching the gold go from warm to cold, you really want to eat it, right? I hate that way of squatting on my face. The smell of the gold escapes completely, and it even makes me uncomfortable to smell it. Switching to this kind of smell would be nice, right? Besides the taste of gold, what else could there be? I feel like my vaginal discharge dripped in, mixing with the gold and urine. Let them be your breakfast, okay? There are three of us in our family, and none of us knew that at this moment, a lowly tribute pig would pounce under my crotch, waiting for its food, waiting for my excrement, something others would dislike." ----" Ms. Zhao pushed a little harder, pulling out several more. "We didn't eat much yesterday, so why did we poop so much? It must be decided by fate. By the way, can you finish it all?" "So many. If you put it in a bowl, it would be a big bowl." "How many can you usually eat?" I wanted to answer her question, but she pressed me down again, "Hey—who told you to let go? You don't need to answer this question, because I don't care how many you usually eat. What you need to do today is finish them all. Got it, useless?" Smell enough, right? The smell is drifting out through the gaps. It really stinks, but you like it, right?" Ms. Zhao covered her nose with her finger, "It should be enough...... "Your head should be obediently pressed against the edge of the toilet, don't move—" Ms. Zhao stood up and straddled my head. She slowly lifted her underwear and glanced at what she had pulled out. "The color looks nice, it's a soft texture. You're in luck—" She said the toilet paper she had wiped was thrown into the trash, put on her pants, and stood behind me. "Come on, lie down. This is what a beast looks like eating food in a trough. You're just like that, hoping to eat your master's poop, right?" She straddled my back. He closed the toilet lid and held my head between them. "Smell it carefully again—I want to make your servile instincts reach that critical point. That way, even if I don't call you or force you, you'll still eat it, right? Isn't that very different from other women who poop directly into your mouth?" The clear water inside was stained with a disgusting color by the feces mixed with urine. This posture is so annoying, I can even smell the smell inside. This is yours alone. Why not inhale it all into your lungs? What a useless deodorizing tool. Ms. Zhao stood up and pressed her foot against the toilet lid, pressing down on my head until it hurt. My excitement was almost at its peak. I stretched my neck, trying to lick the feces still warm from Ms. Zhao's body. "I can't wait, you're trembling, you want to eat, right? You useless beast, let me really admire your pitiful face." Hahahaha. "In the enclosed space, her laughter was not loud but full of humiliation. She put her foot down and suddenly lifted the lid, spitting into the toilet. The phlegm instantly dissolved in the mixture of feces and urine. "Eat, you wretch. Grab and eat with your hands, crush it with your hand and stuff it into your mouth. Hurry, right now, immediately, don't eat too slowly. I'll press the flushing button at any time, and your food will disappear with the flow. Brainwashed tribute pig, eating feces is your greatest value. You have to act more useful than the toilet, understand? Hahaha, eat it, right...... That's it: grab it with your hand, smell it, then hold it to your mouth, swallow it in one bite, chew, then swallow it in big bites. It feels sticky and nauseous, with a sensation of going upward, right? No vomiting. As much as you vomit, I'll make you swallow as much as you want. Got it? Eat quickly, useless thing. You only have half a minute, and now there are 26 seconds left. There's still so much left. Left hand, also two hands together, hold it up together. And the urine—don't let it slip through the gaps between your fingers. Is it tasty? Why are your faces covered in it? Your mouth is so wide open. So this is how you M eat shit. I really want to take a picture. You look so greedy, how ugly you look, do you know? Your nose, the corners of your mouth, your chin are all my shit. Eating it must be exciting, right? Hurry up, you're halfway done. Keep it up, 15 seconds left, and you won't even have a hand free to stroke your own dick. Do you think I'll make you use the hand that grabbed Huang Jin's hand? That's too filthy. Just eat like this, let me help you." Ms. Zhao stood behind me, took off a slipper, and toe at the spot where my balls met my anus, wildly tugging at those two fragile things. "You've been dripping water down there, dripping onto the floor, sticky. Is it because eating shit is so exciting?" "There are 8 seconds left. Keep going, half left. Don't stop, just keep swallowing, like an emotionless food grinder. Your lower body is like a switch, being kicked and stepped on like this...... Will you come?" "She squatted down, held my cock in her palm, and started stroking it." Just a little bit left. You're so greedy, not even missing the gold you can't even get from the bottom. You've eaten so much. I've really seen you in a new light...... If I weren't married, maybe you could be a proper portable toilet, hahaha. Are you about to come? You don't really think I'm going to help you get it out, right? No way," she pinched my testicles, trying to squeeze them open. "I was planning to deal with you like this when you couldn't eat anymore, but looks like no need. You're way more lowly than I imagined. Is it tasty?" Done...... Not bad, as a reward, I'll personally rinse it for you. "Put your hands and your shit-covered face into the toilet." Ms. Zhao grabbed the showerhead and turned on the coldest water, spraying it over my head and face. The golden residue was flushed into the toilet with the flowing water. I screamed, stammering as if trying to say something. The water was so cold, but it couldn't wash away my desire...... "You don't want to drink even the dirty water you flushed, do you? You're so cheap." "Today ends here," Ms. Zhao pressed the button on the toilet. The rushing water turned the clear yellow liquid back into a clear state. "Clean yourself. I'm out. It's so nauseating. I don't even want breakfast. It's disgusting, but I did well," she smiled as she left the bathroom. My mouth, tongue, between teeth, and palate were covered in sticky feces. It was so bitter. Good thing I didn't ejaculate. My submissive instincts remained, and I still wanted to eat ...... Not enough, not enough. God knows how much I ate, but such opportunities no longer existed. Through the frosted glass, I could see Ms. Zhao's graceful figure and how she was washing up. The alarm clock is about to go off; I don't have much time left. The rest of my body hasn't been stained with gold; rather, it's because I ate too quickly, too thoroughly. The bathroom fan kept running; the smell of gold would soon completely fade. She had timed it just right. Ms. Zhao knocked on the door and cracked it open. "Still not tidying up?" “G...goddess, I still want to eat.” “Go away, you’re too disgusting. I’m done pooping. I allow you to take the toilet paper I just threw away and ejaculate on it to show me, did you hear me?” The door was closed again. I quickly opened the paper and saw the top sheet, which I folded and put aside. This will be the straw for me to pour out my desire. By the time I went out, only 20 minutes had passed. Ms. Zhao had already started preparing breakfast, and the sky was beginning to lighten. It was over... I had eaten a bellyful of gold; although I hadn't released, and my desire wasn't fully satisfied, I still felt fulfilled. It was probably time for me to leave. I gently knocked on the kitchen door, 'Well... I'll leave while they are still asleep,' 'Yes, it's time to go. I don't want to sit down to breakfast with someone with a belly full of shit. I'll explain things to my husband, so you just leave without leaving a trace. Everything should be as if it never happened.' I knelt in the kitchen and respectfully kowtowed three times toward Ms. Zhao, but she didn't even look at me. In her view, such worship was worthless, even less important than warming milk for her daughter or making breakfast for her husband. 'Savor the feeling of having eaten my gold. When you get home, you can choose to kiss your wife first and then write about your experience with me, got it?' 'Mm-hmm.' 'You may leave... I hope this trip to Hunan leaves a deep memory for you for the rest of your life,' she whispered softly to me with her back turned. I felt a bit reluctant to leave, but all things must come to an end. This trip had already exceeded my expectations and was very fulfilling. What else could I be hoping for? I stepped out and looked at the man sleeping in the room, 'Brother, I'm leaving—' I whispered in my heart, 'Good luck. You're lucky to have a wife like this.' I won't appear to bother you again. Sorry about yesterday,” I put on my clothes and went to the hallway, folding Ms. Zhao’s toilet paper and putting it into my pocket. The scent of the toilet paper masked the smell of the gold, making it smell a bit incongruous. The shoes on the shoe rack were still neatly arranged, but there was a pair of messy little white shoes, with wrinkled white cotton socks stuffed inside. The socks had little flowers embroidered on the sides. These… are her daughter's socks… I hesitated. I went to the kitchen again. She was still facing away from me. “Is there anything else?” “I… I have a small request,” “You’ve a lot of requests. Seems like breakfast didn’t satisfy you,” “No… it didn’t,” “Go ahead, it’s rare that you come here. As long as it’s not too difficult, I’ll agree.” I really wanted to say something like, hugging you, but I knew it was inappropriate, so I boldly expressed my idea. “The yellowed cotton socks in the sneakers at the door, I… can I take them?” “At the door? Socks?” She finally turned back, looking at me in confusion. “I don’t wear cotton socks; you… mean my daughter’s?” I nodded. “Get out, disappear from in front of me immediately, do you hear me?” She looked at me sternly, without the previous softness in her conversation. I knew I had overstepped, touching on something she detested the most. “I… I’m sorry… but I really want them,” “She’s still underage!” "', so I asked you for it,' 'What kind of person are you, asking me for something like this?' She stepped forward and kicked me in the groin. 'I've really brought a wolf into my house, I misjudged you,' I felt that she was genuinely angry, and my behavior had been shameless. I slapped myself hard several times. 'I'm sorry... I was wrong... I'll get out of here right now.' I turned to leave, only to notice that the kitchen door was open and a small figure was standing at the doorway... She had witnessed everything. Suddenly my legs went weak, like being caught by the police. I stealthily glanced at Ms. Zhao, but her emotions seemed quite steady; perhaps she had already anticipated that this moment would come. I was stuck between the two of them, extremely embarrassed. 'I woke up before the alarm went off, just wait a bit, breakfast will be ready soon,' Ms. Zhao showed a motherly authority. If I were her daughter, I would definitely have a lot of questions and doubts, like who this person is, why he came to our house at this time, and what your relationship with him is. But the girl asked nothing. She examined me from head to toe, and I wasn’t sure if she had heard our conversation. 'Mom, please be quieter next time, you woke me up,' she said, then turned and walked out. "'I told you to scram quickly, geez, she saw it,' 'Your daughter is so clever, she doesn’t ask anything,' 'She’s not clever; she has her own thoughts and deductions. Why should I explain anything to her? I don’t have that obligation. All I need to do is let her keep moving forward with the worldview she has built, and provide food, clothing, and daily necessities. Other aspects, it’s not necessary,' 'She doesn’t know about this hobby of yours?' 'Frequenting under the same roof, who doesn’t get wet shoes? Maybe she knows a little, but under my guidance, she’s not twisted like me,' 'Yes, yes, your worldview is always upright, so surely what you raise will be the same,' 'So, you still don’t leave, just to flattery a few words here? She is very perceptive, I hope you don’t get caught by any hint. Didn’t expect my daughter to not ask, yet you have a bunch of questions. We’ll chat slowly online later. When you go out, close the door behind you; I won’t see you off.'” I stepped back from the kitchen and straightened my clothes. Her daughter was nearby brushing her teeth, staring blankly at herself in the mirror, looking like she hadn’t slept well last night. I got too absorbed while playing in the bathroom that I almost forgot there were kids in the house. Kids? No, she’s nearly 162 cm tall, with long legs, at the age where a man would naturally react. Her hair a bit messy, but her tender skin flawless. Although I was looking at her with certain intentions, at most I only had some thoughts related to S&M; when it comes to minors, once you cross that line, it is an unforgivable crime, and I firmly believed this. "Why are you staring at me? Haven't you seen a girl brushing her teeth?" She was much more cheerful than Mrs. Zhao when encountering strangers. She slowly spat out the foam in her mouth and rinsed with a cup of water. "Oh... oh... I'm your mom and dad's classmate. I was supposed to go back yesterday, but I forgot something and came back to get it, and it was too late so I stayed over." I was explaining to her tremblingly, “Why are you telling me this? This is your adults' business, I don’t know you, and they haven't formally introduced us either.” She said this while combing her hair, then briskly tied it into a high ponytail with a hair band. She turned her back to me, and in the mirror, as I looked her up and down, her eyes were full of disgust. "So are you planning to leave now? Since you are classmates, aren't they seeing you off? They really don’t know the ways of hospitality." "Your mom is busy preparing breakfast for you, your dad has a fever and hasn't woken up yet, sorry to wake you up." "Hmm? So it was you who woke me up? Do you know what sound woke me?" "I..." I realized I seemed to have said something wrong, "Uncle was in a hurry, so he left first..." I wanted to slink away from this battlefield. The exhaust fan and soybean milk machine in the kitchen were whirring. Maybe Mrs. Zhao thought I had already left, so she didn’t intend to come out to intervene. I grabbed my shoes at the entrance to change them quickly; even one extra question from the girl could reveal my true nature. What worried me was that she still chased me into the living room, and only then did I look down and see the fluffy slippers on her feet. They must have absorbed the smell of a young girl's nightly foot sweat. Girls in puberty are always exciting at any time. “Ah… no need to see me off… I’ll put on my shoes and leave… don’t wake your dad, he’s still sick,” “But you woke me up.” She raised her wrist to show me her watch. “The alarm hasn’t even gone off yet. Don’t you have any sense of self-discipline? Don’t you know how to respect other people’s rest time?” She didn’t know why she was venting this inexplicable morning irritability on me. I wanted to scare her a bit, so I lowered my voice and said, “Is this how your parents taught you to talk to guests?” “Hmph—my parents? Then please tell me the name of either one of them. As long as you can say it, I’ll believe you.” This… Ms. Zhao… that’s what I’ve always called her. She has never revealed any personal information to me. What should I do? If I do nothing, it would surely be avoiding the problem. This little girl is really sharp. The last time I was questioned like this was by my female boss. The aggressive tone is unimaginable coming from a female middle schooler. What should I do… what should I do? I remain expressionless and don’t answer her question. I look down, put on my shoes, and start tying the laces, even though her shoes, stuffed with white socks, are not far from me. At this moment, I don’t dare take another look. “Why aren’t you speaking? I’m asking you. Or rather, do you even know who you are?” “You are too rude. I don't want to answer your questions. It was my fault for disturbing your rest, but as an adult, I don't need to explain anything to you,” I tried to imitate Ms. Zhao’s manner and tone, barely coping. “Of course you need to explain to me. First, you woke me up, which you just admitted,” she paused slightly, with a feeling stuck in her throat. She hesitated about whether to speak her mind. Her gaze burned into me like scorching flames. Her small fists clenched tightly. I had no idea what could make her so anxious. Was it just because of a stranger’s arrival? No, perhaps it was my arrival that could disrupt some kind of balance in the house. She must be worried about that. While speaking, I had already tied my shoelaces. I stood up to leave. I didn’t want Ms. Zhao to see me interacting with her daughter, which might hit her “forbidden spot.” “I’m leaving. Study well,” I said without knowing why such words popped into my mind. It sounded like something a 'classmate' would say. But something unexpected happened. She stepped forward and grabbed my clothes tightly, a move I did not anticipate. “Answer me, answer me!! Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose in approaching my mom? I know her personality. Even if a classmate visited, she wouldn’t want to see them, especially a male classmate. Over all these years, my mom has never been in contact with any of her former classmates!” ", 'But you still have a father. I’m not only your mother’s classmate, I’m also your father’s. Your mother being introverted doesn’t mean your father is introverted too.' My words trembled as I spoke. This was all fabricated and imagined by me; I had no idea about Ms. Zhao’s relationship with her husband. I only knew they had met through a social app, and by chance, they just happened to have S and M tendencies. 'You’re lying. They didn’t know each other at all before dating. What are you hiding?' I panicked. I didn’t know how to cover up this lie. I truly wished Ms. Zhao could come out and help me, but the kitchen door was tightly shut. Would she question her mother like this? No, she wouldn’t dare. I had experienced Ms. Zhao’s high-handed demeanor; perhaps she was equally authoritative in front of her daughter. 'Let go of me, I’m catching a plane,' I said, roughly shaking off her hand and trying to force the door open, but the lock seemed as if it recognized its owner and didn’t respond no matter how much I turned it. I didn’t dare look back at her; I just wanted to rush out of this prison as quickly as possible—it was suffocating. A few seconds later, a small hand grabbed me again. She wasn’t pulling as tightly as before. I felt guilty for being rough with the child just now; I shouldn’t have been like that toward a little girl. But I had my own difficulties. I slowly turned back to look at her. Her eyes were still persistent and unyielding. 'I’m sorry, I didn’t hurt you, did I?' She didn’t continue to question me; she just slowly raised her left hand, her fingertips holding a pair of white cotton socks that had been stuffed into shoes, slightly yellowed and stiff at the bottom. She waved in front of my eyes, "You want this, right? I overheard your conversation. I can give you this, but you have to ......." Before she could finish, I interrupted her, "No, you misheard. How could I ask for a pair of socks? Haha, hahaha." I gave an awkward laugh, my heart nearly reaching its peak. I wasn't sure if it was because I was nervous from being questioned by the girl, or if the thing I had dreamed of was in her hands, with just a little compromise, I could ...... She stepped forward again, the pressure reminiscent of when Ms. Zhao forced me to eat gold this morning. She stuffed her socks into my pocket. "This is my WeChat ID, please remember it. I just wanted to verify something and treat it as a gift for a guest. Although I don't know what you want to do with it," she picked up the pen beside her, wrote a string of letters on the back of my hand, and then pushed me out the door. I ran wildly downstairs until I left the neighborhood and hailed a taxi, finally breathing a slight sigh of relief. For S, what just happened was just everyday life, but why did I feel so nervous? I vaguely remember how the girlish paying girl S would voluntarily give me cotton socks after training. It was so natural. Post-2000s are really scary...... I didn't dare put my hand in my pocket on the road, didn't dare touch the things the girl had given me. Only after I closed the hotel door did I collapse limply on the floor. This was the place where I truly felt safe. Right now, I just wanted to leave this city as soon as possible...... I was afraid something might go wrong during this time. The right pocket of my pants was bulging. I slowly pulled out the socks she gave me, her words echoing in my mind: "Remember, this is our promise ......." The cotton socks must have been worn for only a few days. Although the tips of the socks were slightly yellowed, I pressed them to my nose, closed my eyes, and breathed in the scent deeply. The scent of foot sweat mixed with the shoes was very addictive. But why didn't my body react? I simply liked what was in my hands—a kind of care and pampering. If her parents hadn't been home at the time, I might have knelt down in front of her, even if her fluffy cotton foot stepped on it. That would have made my life worthwhile. I found a clean bag and put the girl's gift inside just as it was, sealing my mouth tightly. I glanced at the crooked handwriting on the back of my hand, hesitated for a while, and finally rushed into the bathroom to rinse her. "I'm sorry, Ms. Zhao and I also made an agreement. Forgive me for not being able to tell you the truth. Some things are still too early for you." With that, my trip to Hunan finally came to an end.

Ms. Zhao's home

The steaming breakfast was ready, and the three of them sat around the dining table together. This day seemed quieter than usual. In their family’s rules, 'do not speak while eating, do not talk in bed' was ingrained into their bones. Moreover, each of the three had their own thoughts in mind. Ms. Zhao still didn’t say a word about having a stranger at home. Her husband looked even more dazed; overworked and physically weak, he still had to go to work. This was how he held the family together, whether as a father, husband, or an M. “I’m full,” the daughter said first, standing up and properly taking her dishes into the kitchen. “Don’t you want your dad to take you?” “No, he’s still not well.” The father looked at his girl with a kind gaze, feeling a little relieved. “Okay, then take it slow on the way.” The girl cleverly tucked a pair of new cotton socks into her shoes before Ms. Zhao finished making breakfast, so it wouldn’t arouse her mother’s suspicion. Her expression was a bit serious as she hoped the man’s friend would verify the information. “I told you not to bring your phone to school. One watch is enough to check the time and make calls.” “But all my classmates have one, I don’t want to be different from them.” “Suit yourself.” With a bang, the girl went out. “Your daughter is growing up; she seems harder to manage,” “It’s still okay, at least she’s filial.” Not getting the obedient answer she expected, Ms. Zhao clicked her tongue. “When did he leave? I was asleep and didn’t know anything.” “He left early in the morning, but the daughter saw him.” The man widened his eyes. “She didn’t say anything?” ", she didn’t say it in front of me; whether she asks you, I don’t know. The rest is up to you," "I’ve never lied in front of her; you know I’m not good at that," "So you mean telling her everything about the three of us? Is that appropriate? She’s very smart. If you want our relationship as three to become more distant in the future, then by all means, tell her everything, including how we met, what we went through, what kind of person you are, how you try to please me, and so on," "Enough…" the man interrupted Ms. Zhao, "What do you want me to say?" "Just say classmate, no need to explain too much. The more you say, the more mistakes you make. I’ve also finished eating. You took the day off, right? Remember to wash the dishes, tidy up the house, I’m going to work." Ever since a stranger came to the house, the relationship between the man and Ms. Zhao became delicate. He didn’t know exactly what this feeling was. However, he believed that with the woman he liked, perhaps in just a few days, their relationship could return to what it was.

Inside the airport

“Dear Ms. Zhao, I am already in the departure lounge and will soon be leaving this city. This disturbance has caused a lot of inconvenience to you and your family, but I am really very happy—happy to meet the goddess I have always admired, happy that I have obtained what I wanted, and even had the honor to consume your precious gold.” After sending the message, I stuffed my phone into my pocket, leaned back in my chair, watching the plane parked on the landing gear outside, and slowly closed my eyes to take a short nap.

"Although your arrival caused a small disturbance to my otherwise peaceful family, in the long run, I also experienced something different. You are the first person to consume my gold, and perhaps one day when I become a paid S, this could become a point of pride for me—but that day will not come. I am striving to adjust my mindset; I gave my private slave a proper lesson and also let him experience what they call a cuckold. In my view, you are not a visitor who arrived by chance but merely a tool to enhance our relationship and his submissiveness. Remember, to me, you are always just a tool, got it?" It was apparent that Ms. Zhao probably hadn’t noticed her daughter’s socks, and I was also prepared to keep this little secret forever in my heart. Perhaps one day in the future, when I return to this place, the little girl will have grown up and become a woman as outstanding as her mother. Whether she ends up being an S, I still hope she develops along a normal path. I cannot, out of selfishness, force someone to live in the way I desire; perhaps this is my only hope for the next generation. The plane began to slowly taxi, and after a series of violent shakes and accelerations, I was lifted into the sky. I smiled wryly; this trembling seemed strangely familiar—shaking, rising to the clouds, yet so different. Ms. Zhao will forever remain a memory in my heart. I wonder if, in this lifetime, there will be another chance to meet her. The large amount of gold I had swallowed is now churning in my stomach, being digested and gradually merging with me." A month later, I went to and from work as usual, chatting with Ms. Zhao during breaks. She, as before, would talk endlessly about her and her private servant's novel stories, always so different. She had forgotten that I had been to her house and never mentioned it again. We would share our favorite movies, even if the genres were different. Perhaps this was the best outcome: two people walking on parallel lines, and if they accidentally touched due to some external factors, they would naturally return. This was the original intention of their 'parallel' lives. As I chatted with her, I rubbed a soft object in my hand—it was an opaque plastic bag containing the white socks that I had played with and smelled countless times. Now, they were no different from ordinary cotton socks, bland as water, just like my life. Yet that broken promise felt like a curse, filling me with guilt. Perhaps one day in the future, I would have to make amends for this 'debt,' or perhaps, I hope that day would never come.

(The End)