My teacher master

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"You're here already."

A gentle voice sounded above me. I quickly looked up and saw Teacher Qin standing in front of me, looking at me.

"Oh, yes. I've been here for a while. Teacher, your car..." I didn't hear the engine.

Teacher smiled, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. "Didn't you park it at that restaurant yesterday? You left me a note. It's too much trouble to get it this morning, so I'll use my uncle's car to teach you today." "Oh," she said, mentioning the note, which made me feel awkward. "Yesterday, you...you drank a bit too much, so I..." She interrupted me, not letting me continue.

"I know, thank you. You go wait at the venue, I'll go borrow my uncle's car." Teacher glanced at me and left. I couldn't decipher the meaning in her eyes. It was vague, seemingly inquiring, yet also amused, but there was no disgust.

Even as I absentmindedly got into the black BMW Teacher had driven, my mind was still trying to process the possible meaning behind that look.

"Stop—!"

The teacher's shrill voice came from outside the car. I frantically slammed on the brakes... "Bang!" "Ouch!" The car couldn't stop in time and crashed into the car next to the poles. I ran over two poles, pinning them under the car, and the rear of the car had a sizable dent—all the result of my distraction.

"What are you doing! What were you thinking? How could you drive like that!" The teacher practically roared as she charged at me, kicking me twice as I got out of the car. The hard soles of her shoes struck my calves, almost knocking me to my knees. I was terrified that such an expensive car had been damaged in my hands.

I hurriedly apologized to her, "I'm sorry! Teacher, I, I... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" "Does an apology do any good? How did you manage to back up the car today? You always make mistakes. What were you thinking?" The teacher's anger didn't subside because of my apology; instead, she kicked my butt even harder. Although I was terrified, the teacher's kick still made my body jolt.

"Teacher, I'll pay for it, the damage to the car... let me pay for it."

I trembled slightly, still trying to plead, not because the car was damaged, but because I was afraid the teacher would be angry with me and dislike me.

"Can you afford to pay for it?"

The teacher squinted at me, her tone containing something I didn't understand. "Come with me, you explain to my uncle yourself." She tugged at my ear, making me obediently follow her to the instructor's office building.

The second time I followed the teacher to the office on the third floor, she didn't take me to see her uncle, but directly led me into that spacious room.

From the moment I entered, she ignored me, and didn't invite me to sit down like before, but went straight to the chair she had sat in last time I came. She sat in the chair, crossing one leg high, letting me see clearly that she was wearing a pair of black leather sandals with mid-heel. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the table, her eyes fixed on my eyes as I looked at her feet.

"How are you going to pay for my car? Do you think you can afford it?" The teacher looked so arrogant at that moment. Even though she was sitting in her chair, I still felt like she was looking down on me, like she was looking at a tiny ant at my feet.

"I... I've saved quite a bit of my salary. The money for the repairs should... should be enough..." I stammered again. At times like this, I was always afraid of her.

The teacher brought her hands back to her chest, intertwined her fingers, and stared at me for a while: "What were you thinking about just now? Why were you daydreaming? You were doing quite well yesterday." She suddenly changed the subject, bringing up something that made me feel guilty.

I opened my mouth several times, but couldn't say anything. I couldn't very well tell her that I was thinking about washing her feet last night.

My hesitant appearance seemed to annoy her. She kicked her legs, which were crossed, and suddenly asked a question that terrified me: "Why are you always looking at my feet? Are they that attractive to you?" I looked up sharply and met her gaze. There was a familiar sense of authority in that deep pool of eyes.

"You washed my feet and socks yesterday, didn't you? I'm just your driving instructor, do you really need to do all that? Even if you wanted to take care of me when I was drunk, you didn't need to wash my socks so clean." There was a hidden meaning in the teacher's words, and I understood.

Did she hate me? Did she despise me?

I anxiously searched her eyes for answers, but I saw nothing but authority and arrogance.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean to..." I apologized again, my knees trembling uncontrollably, almost giving way. I didn't know what I was apologizing for. Was it because of the car? My abrupt act of washing her feet last night? Or was it because I shouldn't have looked at her feet?

"You like women's feet?"

The teacher finally spoke again, her voice calm, without any fear. I swallowed hard and nodded hesitantly.

"Then you like my feet too?"

she asked again, shaking her crossed leg and gently rotating her ankle.

Seeing me nod again, the teacher stood up. She walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "How much do you like me? Would you even kneel at my feet?" Those words shattered all my carefully constructed facade. Without a word, I knelt down, my knees slamming heavily against the ground, but I felt no pain. I lay there, my head so close to her feet, yet I dared not touch them.

"Teacher, please... please punish me. I... I shouldn't have... shouldn't have washed your socks without your permission. Punish me." My forehead pressed against the ground, every nerve in my body tense, my lower abdomen burning as if someone had set it ablaze. I didn't care about saving face, nor did I consider the time or place. I only wanted the teacher's feet to step on me, or to kick me hard, to shatter my servile nature. In that instant, my masochistic nature erupted without warning. I didn't even have time to consider why she wanted me to kneel.

Something was kicking my head; I felt it was the teacher's heel. My body trembled, growing more excited with each of her movements. Just as I was about to reach out and hug her legs, I heard hurried footsteps outside the coach's room.

"Qin Si, are you in there?"

It was her uncle, the principal.

I jumped up faster than ever before, brushing the dust off my clothes. I looked at the teacher in terror, my eyes pleading for help. She glanced at the door, calmly pushed me down onto the sofa, and went to open the door.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

"I heard my car was hit. How could you be so careless? Who...?" "It's alright, I had a little accident while teaching students. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. You'll definitely get a brand new car in a week. You don't need to worry about it..." Teacher Qin Si pushed him into the hallway to speak, her voice becoming increasingly indistinct. I was left alone on the sofa, trembling. I never knew I could be so timid. I've always been fearless, but Teacher Qin... she made me reveal my most vulnerable side.

The teacher returned, her expression returning to its usual seriousness. I quickly stood up, looking down at her hesitantly.

"This isn't the place to talk. I told my uncle I was leaving this afternoon, and you'll be coming out with me in a bit." She stood there, arms crossed. "I have something to ask you." After saying that, she suddenly laughed, patted my shoulder, and reassured me in a playful voice,

"Seeing how nervous you are, you don't have to pay for the car accident. I'm the instructor, so the responsibility is mine. Don't worry. I was just joking with you!" She said it was a joke, but I felt the truth was different. Her expression, demeanor, and behavior just now didn't seem like a joke. Did she also know what SM was?

With these questions in mind, I went back to the training ground to pack my things, and then left the school with the teacher and hailed a taxi.

On the way, the teacher kept talking to me about random things, but didn't mention making me kneel again (although I knelt down myself). However, I felt her gaze always revealed interest in me.

"This is your second time at my house,"

the teacher said, glancing back at me as she opened the door, a suggestive smile playing on her lips. She made me change out of my slippers and led me to her study.

The room was filled with CDs and books, taking up an entire wall, arranged in a very modern style. On the other side, a transparent computer was beeping, as if downloading something.

"Come on, let me show you something, something related to your interests,"

the teacher said mysteriously, sitting down at the computer desk and pausing its unfinished work. She skillfully typed on the keyboard; I could tell she was searching for hidden files.

When familiar SM images appeared on the screen, I don't know what I mumbled.

Each beautiful image was one of my favorite foot fetish pictures. Watching the men in the pictures happily licking women's toes and heels, and eating food they had stepped on, my little brother started to stir again.

"You like these, don't you? Do you like doing this?"

The teacher turned her head, waiting for my answer with great interest.

I looked at the teacher, my heart overflowing with excitement. She knew about SM, she really knew, could it be that she liked it too? Was my luck finally turning around? I had a lot to say, but I didn't know what to say, and could only keep repeating "I, I..." Just as I stood there at a loss, the teacher kicked me, the force was light but enough to make me kneel on the ground. "Teacher Qin, you...you..." I didn't know what to do or say. Despite my usual cleverness, kneeling in front of her now, I was like a primary school student. Although I had always hoped to have a queen in real life, when I actually knelt in front of her, I was so useless.

"You like SM, you like my feet, you have a foot fetish. Am I right?" The teacher asked me again.

This time, I nodded with a red face. She saw through everything, I was as naked as she could see right through me.

"It's so lucky to find someone in this circle."

The teacher stepped on my thigh, clearly pleased with my flushed face. "So many submissives online are always bothering me, but who knows if they're good or bad? Submissives need careful selection too. I can't just abuse everyone, can I?" Once she was sure I liked this, she became particularly lively. She immediately started teasing me, brushing my bangs aside and letting her fingers roam over my face.

"I really like you. You're very outgoing and humorous, just my type of boy. If you hadn't washed my feet yesterday, I wouldn't have noticed you staring at them. I guessed you might like this, and I was right." She looked at me like I was an object, tugging at my ear, making my head sway back and forth.

"What? You hit my car, what are you going to use to compensate me? How about your body?" The teacher pinched my chin and said this very seriously.

"Compensate... with my body?"

My mind wandered for a moment. Why did this feel so much like an early Hong Kong martial arts film?

The teacher pulled a file from the bookshelf, took out a few bound sheets of paper, and threw them in front of me.

"Take a look. If you agree, we'll sign."

She pressed my head down, making me kneel at her feet to read the document, which turned out to be a slave contract.

The teacher ruffled the hair at the back of my head and said to me, "You'll be taking your driving test at the end of this month, and my friend happens to be the examiner. Think about it, if you don't pass the test, will your boss still value you? If you lose your job, how will you compensate me for my car?" She was threatening me, and I was startled. Was she going to force me to be her slave?

She threw a pen in front of me, stepped on it, and rolled it around in front of my nose: "Think it over carefully. As long as you sign, I can protect you. Not only will you pass the test safely, but the car issue can also be wiped clean." Looking at the pen being stepped on, I even imagined myself rolling under her feet. Staring at the contract in front of me, I read it word by word. Far from feeling humiliated by the threat, I felt a surge of excitement.

She wants to take me as her slave? Really? Does that mean I'll become a submissive with a master?

Excitement chased away my initial nervousness and fear. I reached out and held the teacher's foot, biting the pen in my mouth and slowly pulling it out. Although the teacher's foot was straining, my dog-like head-shaking while biting the pen made her laugh until she was exhausted.

Finally, I got the pen. I quickly signed my name at the end of the contract, writing a big "Xu something" as if afraid she would change her mind. I held the contract out with both hands and handed it to her.

"Master, from now on, Xu is your slave. Please give your orders." Teacher Qin was startled by my obedient appearance, seemingly thinking that a slave who had been threatened shouldn't be so docile. However, this surprise was only momentary. She immediately kicked my face and said, "You really are a slut to the core, Xu. You really know how to talk. I wanted you to be my submissive because I liked your obedience and cleverness. I wasn't wrong... Wait for me here, take off your clothes... Kneel and wait for me." The teacher gave the order and went into the bathroom alone. After her figure disappeared through the crack in the door, I quickly got up and took off all my clothes. However, I covered my genitals and stood there hesitating for a long time, not knowing whether I should take off my underwear as well. I desperately recalled the submissive behaviors in movies, and then thought about the teacher's personality and usual behavior. In the end, I blushed and put on my underwear.

"Who told you to put on your clothes? Didn't you understand what I said?"

I suddenly heard the teacher scold me loudly while I was waiting for her. She strode over and stepped on my head, which was already pressed against the ground, grinding it down hard a few times. The force pressed down on the back of my head, causing my forehead to scrape several centimeters against the hard, smooth floor.

"Have you ever seen a dog wear clothes? You idiot!"

I couldn't lift my head, only feeling the teacher grab the edge of my underwear. Just that one tug... "Rip—" The not-so-fragile underwear tore open with a snap, the left side completely ripped off, leaving the elastic band on the right side digging tightly into my flesh.

"Ah..."

I cried out. The teacher's actions were so rough. My already slightly warm penis quickly swelled up with the sound of the tearing fabric.

The teacher kicked me, displeased that I had cried out. She threw a bunch of clattering things on the ground and made me get up and kneel. Not daring to rub the spot where I had been kicked, I slowly got up, my legs clamped together, my swollen penis exposed to her.

"Your little bastard is quite big, isn't he?"

The teacher saw my penis sandwiched between her legs and was very interested in its bright red color. She held my head and stepped on it, 'massaging' my excited genitals with the sole of her shoe, grinding and rubbing it back and forth. "Look," she said, using the tip of her shoe to lift the glans, making it shyly raise its head, "it's still pink. Tell your master, are you still a virgin?" I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed by the question from the teacher. "Yes, reporting to my master, this servant is a virgin, never been disciplined." The teacher stared at my face. I saw that her gaze was full of naked sexual interest and contempt, and I felt my face burning under her gaze, as if she were peeling away a layer of my skin, looking me from the outside in. She was peeling away my skin layer by layer, probing everything about me. I just stood there, bowing my head, shy and helpless, until she swallowed me whole.

She picked up the loose pieces from the ground and began to hang them on me one by one: first, a triangular iron band around my waist, like iron underwear, with openings at the front and back to expose my penis and anus; the remaining five rings, like the headbands worn by Red Boy, were fastened tightly around my neck, hands, and ankles; each accessory was locked to the main iron underwear with chains of varying thicknesses, clanging loudly. The teacher wrapped up the excess chains, binding me so that I could only maintain a kneeling, forward-leaning posture.

"You must learn to obey and get used to bowing your head before me." The teacher kicked my buttocks repeatedly, forcing me to fall to the ground again and again, but I quickly returned to my original position so she could deliver a second, heavier blow.

When the teacher became a little out of breath, she grabbed the iron chain around my neck and pulled me up the escalator. Her movements were violent and forceful, without considering whether the tightly fastened iron cuffs would break my neck. That's how I was brought to the place where I experienced my first SM training.

"Once you're inside this door, you're an animal."

The teacher stood in front of me, looking down at me as if she didn't consider me human at all. "You must do exactly as I say, be a good slave, a dog. If you disobey, don't blame me for being ruthless." The teacher made the harsh words clear beforehand, then pulled me inside by the iron chain.

It was a room of about 50 square meters, with the overall layout continuing the feeling of the corridor and escalator. In one corner of the room was a fake tree, and the roof was covered with intricate and lush branches and leaves. The tree trunk was as thick as a person could hug, and the branches extending from both sides, together with the trunk, resembled a cross. Several vine-like tendrils, about seven or eight in total, hung from the roof.

Beneath the trunk was a large, surprisingly large, black wooden bed, its sturdy build suggesting it wasn't meant for a girl, and it was also wrapped in thick hemp rope. The remaining furniture consisted of matching black wooden armchairs, chairs, a cabinet, and a wooden cage in the corner—large enough to hold Tarzan. Looking at these things, I wondered about their purpose. Although they were different from what I'd seen before, the teacher explained it was to conceal their true nature, so I didn't question them further.

"Now, kowtow and call me Master. You should thank me for giving you this opportunity to be trained, and thank me for choosing you as my dog." The teacher sat in the armchair, crossed her legs, and placed her foot on my forehead. From this height, I could see her attire clearly: a reddish-brown velvet dress, a short skirt and short sleeves revealing her navel, and a pair of matching high boots that reached all the way to her thighs, sparingly revealing only a small section of her snow-white, beautiful legs, tempting my saliva to flow.

She wasn't dressed in the overtly sexy way of adult films, but she possessed a unique, noble charm. I strained to see the boots above my head; I wished she weren't wearing shoes at all. I longed to step on her soft, warm feet, exuding the alluring scent of her socks.

Meeting her gaze, I understood her meaning. I obediently lowered myself, kowtowing at her feet, trying to make a loud sound. I spoke as she requested, adding my heartfelt words, because I knew she would love to hear them. I kissed her shoes and loudly proclaimed, "Master!"—this was the cry from my heart; I finally had a master.

"Doggy, crawl around a couple of times and let me see."

The teacher commanded me. From now on, I had to call her "master." The moment I heard her call me "doggy," my lower body became hard. The swollen skin was uncomfortable from the tight metal crotch of my underwear, as if the outfit was a size too small.

I barked and got up, deliberately rubbing against her legs as I walked past her, which made her kick me several times.

"Ugh—woof—!"

My comical appearance pleased her. She happily stood up and kicked my butt and belly to make me crawl faster. "Roll over, come on, good doggy." She stepped on my side and stomped me hard to the ground. I clumsily lay down, then rolled over and got up again, still barking incessantly, like a pampered pet dog, comical and ridiculous.

"Woof—woof!"

My lower body began to feel hot and aroused, the base of my penis was painfully itchy from the intense rolling. I squeezed my legs together, slowly rolling around with my hard penis between my legs, as pitiful as a dog with its tail between its legs.

After I rolled over for the nth time, the teacher stepped on my chest, leaving me sprawled like a turtle with its limbs spread wide.

"You look like a mangy dog... Look at yourself! Tell me, do you like me playing with you like this? Do you like being this pathetic?" She pointed to a mirror, making me turn my head to see my own dog-like reflection. My naked body lay there unsightly on the ground, like a lump of mud under my master's feet.

A surge of excitement welled up inside me. Looking at my reflection and my master's haughty expression, my nerves tightened, and I longed to be crushed and trampled by her. "Master, stomp on your dog as hard as you can, crush me!" I pleaded, writhing as the teacher's boots moved between my legs.

"Ah—! Master!"

My voice was filled with both pain and pleasure. The lump of flesh between my legs was being crushed and ground by my master, and even though it had swollen into a hard stick, it couldn't withstand her strength. Several times, I even felt her heel digging into my testicles, the pain making me scream for mercy. But I knew the teacher wouldn't stop, because she said she liked hearing me scream, liked hearing her spineless dog's pleas for mercy. Perhaps

my screams provoked the teacher, because after stomping for a while, she moved her foot to my face. The hard sole pressed against my lips, the heel dangling over my eyes, as if it might crush them at any moment, creating two bloody holes to replace my eyes. I was terrified and squeezed my eyes shut, trembling as I said, "Master, I'm scared." "Scared of what, you useless thing? Lick the sole clean. This foot of yours just stepped on your lowly body, licking away all the sweat from my sole. Your filth doesn't deserve to soil your master's shoes!" She stomped on my lips, nose, and cheeks, rubbing the 'filth' from the sole onto my face. Actually, the master's shoes were new, without even the smell of dust, how could they be dirty?

However, my master's command made me feel that her shoes were indeed, as she said, stained by my excited sweat and the little bit of sticky fluid squeezed out from my genitals, and I was desperately licking them with my tongue.

While licking the soles of her shoes, I kept saying sorry and begging for her forgiveness.

At this moment, I secretly glanced at the teacher a few times. She was standing straight, her chin held high, only glancing at me through her beautiful contact lenses.

"Licking with great excitement, oh? Looking at you like a lapdog, it seems like you haven't eaten in eight lifetimes. Your master's shoes are delicious, aren't they?" "Yes, yes, your master's shoes are the best food I've ever tasted in my life. Thank you, master, for giving me this opportunity. Thank you, master." I licked more and more excitedly, almost letting my saliva submerge the soles of her shoes. For a full ten minutes, I was still licking in a curled-up position, my hands and feet were so sore and numb that I couldn't lift them, but I didn't dare touch the ground, much less touch my master's feet.

"Want to lick my feet? Do you really want to worship them with your lips?" My master stepped on my tongue. I didn't dare pull back, only vaguely saying yes, nodding vigorously. But the master removed her foot, mocking my greed: "Do you think you're worthy?" She sneered at my appearance, turning to make me climb with her to the artificial tree in the house.

"You little slut, stand up and climb the tree now, put your hands and feet on the branches." My master commanded, loosening some of the overly tight chains. I quickly obeyed, lying naked on the tree, feeling the artificial bark rubbing against my skin and delicate genitals.

The sound of my master's shoes tapping the ground behind me grew fainter and fainter, until it returned to my side. I curiously turned my head and saw a bundle of black and white rope.

My master circled the tree and me several times, deftly binding me. The rope coiled into a beautiful net-like pattern on my body, the black and white rope highlighting the tender flesh on my back and buttocks.

"You little slut, do you know how beautiful you look?"

My master's voice was excited. Because I was tied up with ropes, I couldn't look back. Not being able to see what was happening behind me made me extremely uneasy. I didn't know what my master was going to do to me next. I answered tremblingly, "As long as my master likes it, this dog is willing to be tied up by my master every day." I twisted my neck hard, but I couldn't see anything. I wanted to beg for mercy, I wanted to ask my master what he planned to do to me, but I didn't dare. I just waited silently and nervously, until the whip came flying through the air.

"Ah—!"

Caught completely off guard, I screamed pitifully, feeling as if my back was on fire. I cried out, "Master, no, Master—I'm scared, please stop!" My screams didn't elicit any sympathy from my master. She ignored my pleas and lashed out with the whip five or six more times before stopping.

With each lash, I screamed loudly. I was terrified, truly terrified. The pain made my lower body, which had been aroused, tremble considerably. "Master, please, please—don't hit the dog anymore, please stop…" I pleaded with her, like a helpless little wretch

, my voice trembling with tears. "I love how you are now, I love the whip marks on your body. You little slut, you look so sexy." A soft, panting voice sounded in my ear. The teacher was actually licking my ear from behind my back. A tingling sensation quickly spread throughout my body, not only making me moan the most lewd sounds but also revitalizing my limp penis.

My mistress's tongue was so playful; it darted into my ear canal, moving in and out like making love; it also enveloped my earlobe, sending a new shiver down my lower abdomen; as it slowly crawled down my neck and slid down my shoulders, my penis swelled with unbearable passion. My mistress's tongue roamed my back, and whenever it licked the raised welts, she would gently nibble with her teeth, letting me experience a cool, refreshing pleasure amidst the slight pain.

"Mistress, oh—mistress!"

I hunched my shoulders, straightened my neck, all my senses were aroused by her, completely forgetting that these welts were just bestowed upon me.

"I love you, little puppy,"

the teacher murmured, and taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, she squeezed a lubricated dildo into my narrow anus.

Ouch! Another wave of pain jolted me from my blissful reverie, and I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

"Spare me, spare me, Master, no, please...please spare me..." I twisted and struggled desperately, clenching the muscles around my anus to try and expel it, but with Master pressing against me from behind, all my efforts were in vain.

Perhaps tired of my cries, or perhaps feeling it was an insult, just as I was screaming, a warm, damp cloth was stuffed into my mouth. "Mmm..." I couldn't make a sound; my mouth was filled with a damp, slightly fishy smell.

"How does it taste, Master? This is the honey I brewed because of your filthy state, so delicious." The teacher smiled wickedly, making me realize that the cloth in my mouth was actually his underwear.

Seeing that I had calmed down a bit, she pressed the switch on the dildo. In an instant, I experienced the sensations of a woman having sex. There was something hard wriggling and rotating in my wet, hot anus. Pain and pleasure coexisted. With my master humiliating me, I wasn't afraid of pain anymore. It was just that my backside felt swollen, and I had a strong urge to urinate.

"You're mine now, possessed by me. Are you happy? What does it feel like to be your master's little bitch?" The teacher took off her panties and breathed into my ear, comparing me to a bitch, which made me incredibly ashamed.

"Doggy, doggy is so lewd now, the most lewd little bitch of your master." I answered, biting my lip, while enduring the waves of pain in my backside. Although my body and mind were in a state of extreme excitement, the pain from being played with by my master was becoming more and more obvious.

"Ah...ah..."

My voice grew louder and louder, no longer just a tone of pleasure and excitement, but also containing the pain of endurance.

"Master...it hurts...ah, ah...Master..."

I began to beg for mercy, unable to bear the pain of being possessed from behind.

The aggressive vibrations stopped abruptly, and the sudden emptiness left me slumped against the tree, panting heavily.

The rope was abruptly cut by the teacher, and without the strength to support my limp body, I rolled like a ball to my master's feet.

Familiar feet stepped on my chest, and the teacher looked down at me, her face flushed.

"Doggy, do you like me treating you like this? Don't you regret it?" There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, like reluctance, which I couldn't understand. I just nodded frantically in agreement.

Of course I didn't regret it. As long as I could lie at these feet, I would rather die. "Master, doggy loves you, doggy admires you. No matter how you treat doggy, it's my blessing. Doggy only wants to lie at your feet and lick your shoes and your feet." The master was satisfied. She removed the foot that was on my chest and placed it next to my face.

"Haven't you always wanted to lick my feet? Since you're so obedient, I'll grant you the privilege of licking my toes." She glanced at me with such disdain, even as she said she was rewarding me, her contempt remained.

"Really? Really, can I kiss your toes?"

I rolled over and sat up, and after seeing my mistress nod again, I kowtowed several times, "Thank you, mistress, for rewarding the dog!" I eagerly knelt at her feet, using my mouth to find the zipper on her shoe. Gently biting her nose, I slowly began to unzip the zipper. As her fair and delicate skin emerged from the boot seam, that familiar and anticipated scent began to waft out. This time, it wasn't as light and minty as before, but rather a rich, moist aroma that wafted towards me. As the zipper opened wider, this fragrance mixed into a stream of air, assaulting my sense of smell. I greedily drank in the fragrance, drowning in it, every pore of my body permeated with it. The instep was already exposed, and I pulled even harder on the boot, trying to pull it away from my mistress's beautiful feet. When her soft, white feet were freed from the boot's restraint, the rich, intoxicating air instantly turned into a torrent, overwhelming me with its pleasant scent. I pressed my face against her skin, flaring my nostrils as much as possible, not wanting a single drop of her fragrance to escape.

I tentatively stuck out my tongue, and the moment it touched her skin, my whole body went limp.

Following the methods in the movies, I diligently licked my mistress's feet, as if savoring an exquisite delicacy.

To hear my mistress's sounds of pleasure, I licked even more vigorously. Gradually, my lower body heated up, as if nerves were throbbing and pulsating within it. I dared not touch it with my hands; I could only kneel and lick in an awkward position, legs clamped together. My mistress noticed my unusual behavior. She pulled her toes out and instead placed them on my penis.

"Look at you, so horny, are you craving it, little puppy?"

She clamped my penis between her legs, so tightly. I frowned and said yes, my body so weak I could barely kneel.

"If you can't kneel, lie down and play by yourself. I want to see how you usually masturbate." With my mistress's command, I lay down, grasping my penis and stroking it up and down. I timidly watched my mistress's admiring expression, feeling a surge of pleasure. I wanted her to know that all my adoration was for her, all my humiliation was for my noble and beautiful mistress. Holding my mistress's toes in my mouth, my moans grew louder and louder. After a while, my mistress seemed to feel something too. She pulled her foot back, walked to my face, lifted her short skirt, and strutted over my neck to sit down.

A faint, fishy, damp scent approached my nostrils. A budding orchid gradually bloomed before my eyes. I panted, raised my head, and tremblingly took the beautiful flower in my mouth. The petals trembled, and a few drops of warm, moist nectar dripped onto my face. Heat emanated from the flower's heart, sending a tingling sensation through my lower body. With a cry of "Oh!", I frantically lunged forward, using my tongue to collect the remaining nectar from the flower's heart.

In the time that followed, I forgot how insane and degrading I had been. I only remembered drinking all the sweet nectar from my mouth, only remembered screaming beneath my master in my final collapse.

When I finally crawled out from between her legs, my face and body were covered in sticky, wet liquid. My master practically dragged me into the adjacent washroom. I submitted beneath her, kneeling and washing her entire body, and was responsible for cleaning all the sheets and clothes we had stained.

I spent that night beside my mistress, locked in a wooden cage. I watched her figure until late into the night before finally falling asleep.

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