Soul Travel

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I lay lazily on the floor like a dog, drifting off to sleep. I had a dream where I was back in my childhood, a lollipop in my mouth, happily licking it, my heart filled with contentment and happiness. Suddenly, I was awakened by laughter. Opening my eyes, I saw that what I had in my mouth was actually a big toe. "Momoe Yamaguchi" was playfully flicking my lips with her toe, making smacking sounds. I naturally stuck out my tongue and gently licked her toe like a puppy, matching her actions. Everyone in the shop burst into laughter at the scene. I looked up at the people rushing about under the blazing sun, and the smile of the beggar mother flashed through my mind. I thought to myself: how many people truly understand the meaning of happiness?

Because of my presence, the shop's business improved, as many people came to buy shoes simply to satisfy their curiosity about me. The store seized this business opportunity and heavily promoted it, even running ads in the newspapers like: "Women, have you ever experienced the feeling of trampling men under your feet? Just buy a pair of shoes." I ran into former relatives, friends, classmates, and colleagues, all of whom found my decline incomprehensible and lamented my situation. I simply smiled indifferently at them. I was very satisfied with my current situation. The store provided all my meals, and even planned to pay me a salary and bonuses. I was truly worry-free, and most importantly, I found a sense of life. You might not believe it, but later I became famous. My ordinary face appeared in newspapers, magazines, on television, and even in movies. Many people asked me to work for them because, with the development of the times, my hobby had become fashionable. But I started my own company, built my own website, and expanded my business. New colleagues joined every day, and the company continued to grow and expand. I lived happily under the feet of women, my clients…

"Hey, what are you grinning about? Did a windfall fall from the sky?" My girlfriend came over and patted my head. The dream was shattered. My girlfriend took my arm as we walked out the door. Suddenly, I thought of communism. Textbooks say that material wealth will be abundant then, and people will be free to choose their work and life. If that were true, I'd ask to join the Party tomorrow and fight for the communist ideal. But looking at the crowds around me, busy all day long for no apparent reason, I felt frustrated. Yet, the wet feeling in my crotch strongly reminded me of the connection between dreams and reality. After all, humans have landed on the moon; before, only a

few people had even thought about it. The movie theater wasn't crowded. Although the air conditioning was on, it was still a bit stuffy. After shopping, we usually go to see a movie, really just to find a place to be intimate. This city is big, but there are so few truly satisfying places. In a double seat, my girlfriend's head rested on my chest. I held her close, touching her warm, smooth skin, inhaling the floral scent of shampoo in her hair. Having spent so much time with her, I know she's a good girl: kind, virtuous, and gentle. But she doesn't arouse any sexual desire in me. I've even secretly smelled her shoes and socks, but I haven't felt any impulsive reaction. She lies in my arms like a cute rag doll.

The movie bell rang, and the lights dimmed. Two women sat down in the seats next to us. I couldn't see their faces clearly, but I saw their legs—young and vibrant, just like their voices. My girlfriend's hands began to explore my body, and then our lips met. Her tongue eagerly and thirstily entered my mouth, while I merely went along with it.

"What are you thinking about?" she whispered, looking up.

"I'm watching a movie," I stammered.

On the screen, two men were touching each other.

"What's so interesting, you pervert?" she said, lowering her head.

I have no interest in this scene. I can't understand homosexuality, just as I can't understand other deviant behaviors, such as exhibitionism, heterosexuality, etc. But I know that foot fetishism is also a deviant behavior in her eyes. I don't have the courage to reveal my secret to her because I know that in the eyes of the world, it is an unhealthy and immoral behavior. Although so many foot fetish websites prove that many people have this tendency, in real life, I haven't seen anyone dare to openly expose this tendency. On the contrary, I often hear the phrase: "Dude, I've got an STD." It seems that it has become a behavior that can be accepted by everyone. But foot fetishism does not spread diseases and has no social harm, but it may harm oneself. I know my consciousness is a deformed freak; my spirit and body are separate. My spirit always demands that I pursue noble and beautiful things, like believing that kindness and virtue are important virtues for women; while my body is drawn to wanton and seductive women, the kind of women who can give me physical arousal. Thus, I'm always in conflict between my spirit and body, like water and fire, mutually hostile and incompatible. My spirit always tries to imprison my body in the dark cell of my consciousness, but my body always manages to mock my spirit in return.

*Thud.* I heard a sound, and my keen ears immediately recognized it as the sound of high heels hitting the ground. Sure enough, in the light shining on the screen, I saw two legs stretch out from the next seat and onto the chair in front of me. Then, with another *thud*, two more legs stretched out onto the chair in front of me. My heart pounded. My girlfriend seemed to notice my change and brought her passionate lips closer. I welcomed her arrival, but my eyes, piercing the dim light, were fixed on the four raised feet on the back of the chair. I saw them colliding, rubbing, and writhing, accompanied by low, giggling laughter. Desire surged from the depths of my consciousness like a tornado, tearing reason to shreds. My heart raced, my cheeks flushed, and I felt a surge of heat rise from my waist, rushing straight to my brain. My arms were tightly wrapped around her body, but my mind was immersed in another world…

I was naked, kneeling on all fours, with bizarre lights flashing overhead. A gleaming metal ring was around my neck, connected to a chain. The other end of the chain was held by a woman sitting on a sofa beside me. She was clad in a black, metallic-sheen leather outfit, looking incredibly alluring and sexy. She was speaking into a microphone: "Welcome everyone to the SM club with your slaves. Every week on this night, we will exchange and demonstrate our experiences and methods of training and disciplining our slaves, so that we can better enslave and rule them in the future. Tonight, I will hold a wedding ceremony for my foot slave here," she said, placing her black high-heeled foot on my neck, "to reward it for its two years of loyal service to me. Hey, slave, are you happy?" She pressed her sharp heel against my neck, causing me to grimace in pain, but I still had to bow and kowtow to her like a puppy to express my gratitude, feeling very surprised by her words and wondering about her intentions. "Now, bring the slave bride in," she shouted.

Then, a woman dressed like an empress rose and slowly walked onto the stage. In one hand she held a whip, and in the other a chain, the other end of which was around the neck of a woman who was naked and crawling like a dog. Her disheveled hair obscured her face, and her breasts swayed as she crawled.

Our masters embraced and kissed each other, while we kissed each other's shoes—a customary courtesy among slaves. In the instant the female slave raised her head, I saw her face clearly and was stunned. It was a face I knew so well! Our eyes met, and a complex mix of emotions flashed through them: surprise, humiliation, anger, bewilderment, understanding, pity, and frustration. Those few seconds of communication between us surpassed all the time we had spent together.

"Thanks to our club, I met my love here. Even more interestingly, we also discovered the secret of our slaves. They were actually a couple, but in real life, they kept their slavery a secret from each other. Today, we will let them get to know each other again and hold a wedding for them." My mistress hugged her mistress and spoke excitedly into the microphone.

"The wedding begins now. First, we will brand them, signifying that they will be our slaves for life, forever loyal to their masters." As she spoke, a masked man walked onto the stage, carrying a brazier with a red-hot branding iron stuck in it. My girlfriend instinctively flinched back in fear, and with a 'crack,' the whip lashed heavily across her body, sending a jolt through my heart. She was kicked backward to the ground, her master firmly pinning down her arms, my master pressing his foot on her face, and then pressing the red-hot, sizzling branding iron hard against her chest. A plume of black smoke rose from her chest, accompanied by the smell of burning and a scream. Watching my beloved girlfriend struggle helplessly like a fish on a chopping board under their feet, my heart broke, but I could only swallow my tears. When it was my turn, I simply closed my eyes, but the pain in my heart was far more intense than the physical pain. I truly wished they would inflict all the torment on me alone, making me bear all the sins. Was this the fate that Heaven had ordained for me?

"Now we proceed to the second item of the wedding ceremony: the bride and groom bow to Heaven and Earth," the masked man shouted.
"First bow to Heaven and Earth,"

my girlfriend and I bowed to the sky.

"Second bow to our masters,"

my girlfriend and I knelt before our masters.

"Husband and wife bow to each other,"

my girlfriend and I bowed to each other. I saw her eyes brimming with tears; in that instant, I felt we were truly the most tragic couple in the world.

"Third item: the bride and groom recite their vows ,"

the man said, facing me. "I vow to be loyal to our masters, to serve them faithfully, whether in wealth or poverty, until the day I die."

My lips moved mechanically, following his commands. When it was my girlfriend's turn, she hesitated for a moment, and the whip immediately lashed her again.

"Fourth item, the bride and groom exchange tokens."

We were guided to remove the collars from our necks and place them around each other's necks.

"Finally, the bride and groom kiss, music plays."

Our trembling lips slowly approached, our eyes filled with bitter tears. We never imagined that the most solemn, glorious, and beautiful moment of our lives would take place under such circumstances. But this was, after all, our wedding. However, instead of the wedding march, we heard frenzied rock music. A foot was placed between our lips. Our hosts took off their shoes and began to ravage us.

The smell of their feet acted like an aphrodisiac, stirring up the hidden desires in my blood. Their toes, like feathers, aroused the excitement and restlessness in my heart. I saw my girlfriend's master rubbing her face with one stockinged foot and playing with her genitals with the other. Under those two feet, my girlfriend's (now wife) body rhythmically contracted and twisted. Then, my master's foot joined in, his toes constantly pinching her breasts. I heard her moan with pleasure, and our masters were also excited while abusing us. They kissed and caressed each other... This scene of female homosexuality and same-sex sadomasochism, for some reason, strongly stimulated my sexual desire. My penis stood straight up, trembling slightly with excitement, as hard as iron. Two beautiful feet of different styles stretched out simultaneously, rubbing my penis. The last foot's toes gripped my penis, inserting it into my girlfriend's vagina. My penis throbbed, her toes moved, and she howled like a wildcat in heat, wave after wave of pleasure. Warm vaginal fluid flowed from her body, and I felt an unprecedented excitement. Through the toes between our faces, we kissed passionately. My tongue entwined with hers between her toes, the pungent smell and salty sweat of her feet filling my nostrils, seeping into my saliva, dissolving into my blood, invading my brain, my soul, dominating me. The original me ceased to exist; only a physical shell remained, unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and fantasy…

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