My dear wife - Queen Rong

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(An Encounter with an Exhibitionist)

A few years ago, we lived in the suburbs. It took more than 20 minutes to walk from there to the bus stop, passing through a row of abandoned bungalows. The route wasn't exactly desolate, but there weren't many pedestrians. At that time, my wife passed through there every day after work.

One day, my wife came home breathless and said, "Honey, I ran into a pervert!" I quickly asked what happened and if she was hurt. My wife said she wasn't hurt, but there was always a man standing there suspiciously in that row of bungalows. At first, she didn't pay attention, but today she saw that man there again. When my wife came over, he actually took off his pants and started masturbating in front of her, which scared her so much that she ran back immediately. My wife said the distance was about 10 meters. He was standing on one side of a wall, and she just happened to see him when she came over, but the pedestrians behind her couldn't see him (the terrain was very clever). I said it was good that she was okay, and to be careful when passing by there in the future. My wife said she knew. I told her that this kind of man is called an exhibitionist. Books say that generally, these people don't harm women; they just satisfy their sexual desires through exposure. They won't attack women. To reassure my wife, I took her online to research the issue. Many cases presented similar stories, along with expert analyses. My wife said, "Then I'm not scared anymore, hehe.

You men are so weird, so perverted!" I said, "Hey, it's only a small minority." My wife said, "Who knows if you've ever done that?" I said, "I've never done that." However, I asked my wife, "Did you see his thing down there?"

My wife smiled mysteriously: "I won't tell you!"

My wife was my high school classmate in my hometown. I was the best student in our class, and she was the worst. At the time, I went to university in the provincial capital and stayed after graduation. I couldn't find a decent job, working as a salesperson in a company with poor pay and not being a permanent employee. Later, I closed a big deal (purely by chance), and finally settled down at the company, signing a formal employment contract.

My wife and I started dating during university. Although she wasn't a good student, she was the prettiest girl in our class, 160cm tall, neither fat nor thin, with thin eyebrows, single eyelids, and a cute face. My wife developed early and wasn't academically outstanding, but she was quite well-endowed, making her stand out in middle school. Many boys had crushes on her, and some male teachers even had inappropriate thoughts about her—I found out later. As for me, I'm 175cm tall and weigh 140kg. My wife failed her college entrance exam; her scores were terrible, I won't disclose them. Later, she got into a nursing school through connections. After graduation, she didn't like nursing because it involved giving injections and cleaning patients' bottoms—it was boring—so she came to the provincial capital to live with me. My wife has an older sister who is already married. My family was very supportive of my wife's situation. Less than six months after she arrived in the provincial capital, we got our marriage certificate and held a wedding banquet at home.

Because we weren't well-off, we couldn't afford a house, so we rented a one-bedroom apartment on the third floor of an old suburban neighborhood. It's about 50 square meters, with a living room about 15 meters wide. The apartment is quite clean. Although it's a bit remote and transportation is inconvenient, the neighborhood is convenient, which is good enough for us from a small town.

My wife is a natural optimist and dares to try new things—she's better than me in that respect. We've been married for over six months, and after getting to know my wife better, I've discovered she's actually quite smart, smarter than me. So why isn't she as good at studying as I am? I'm puzzled.

There's another thing: the last character in my wife's name is "Rong."

One night, my wife and I were lying in bed. "Wife, did you see that man's genitals clearly?" I asked. She said, "Hehe, you're so curious, huh?" "Let me tell you," I said, "I didn't see clearly. I was so nervous, who could look closely? I was so scared I ran away. I only saw something in a dark patch of pubic hair, and his hands were moving around." "Was it hard?" I asked.

My wife said coquettishly, "I didn't see clearly." I continued, "That grown man finally showed himself to you, you should at least see him properly, otherwise he'd wasted his time!" My wife understood my joke and playfully punched me. "You're so mean!" I laughed. "Next time, look more carefully." My wife said, "Huh? There's a next time? No way!" I said, "According to the information, they repeat the same 'crime'." My wife said, "So what if I commit a crime? I'm not afraid anymore, and he wouldn't dare do anything." I asked my wife, "So this is the second man's penis you've seen besides mine?" My wife punched me again, "You! You call this looking? It was just a fleeting glance! Why are you talking so dirty? Besides, when I was a nursing intern, I always shaved men's pubic hair, hehe." "Hey, don't touch me, you bad guy!" My hand remained between her legs. My wife said, "Why do you always ask this? Do you want me to see it?" I said, "Whatever, he looks pitiful." "Oh, you, what do you take me for? Besides, what's so interesting about it? It's just a penis!" my wife laughed. I asked, "What do you lose by looking at it?" My wife thought for a moment, "Yeah, I don't lose anything. Then I'll look at it from now on! Don't regret it." I said, "Okay." My wife then thought, "Wait a minute, if I look at him, he'll feel excited, then I'll lose out, letting him get a free ride. I can't let you men get away with this." At this moment, I grabbed my wife's hand and placed it on my crotch. "Huh?" My wife was surprised: "Why are you so hard?"

A few days later, I went on a business trip to a city 100 kilometers away. That night, I called my wife and asked

, "Honey, how are you?" She lazily replied, "How am I? I saw that exhibitionist again during the day. Come back and save me, hmph." Hearing this, I immediately shouted, "Wait for me!" Then I took a taxi (reimbursed by the company) and two hours later, I pushed open the door and walked straight home. My wife was surprised and delighted, "You're really back? I thought you were joking." Without another word, we quickly washed up, got into bed, and I hugged her, saying, "Tell me about what happened during the day." My wife said, "Huh, you didn't come back just to hear this story, did you?" I said, "Just concerned about you." My wife said, "I feel like you kind of like hearing this, a little perverted, hehe." I said, "Tell me quickly." "Honey, um, I came home a little early today. I was a bit cautious when I got close to that area of houses, keeping an eye on the wall beforehand. I noticed a faint shadow of clothing, but I hesitated for a moment because no one was following me. I kept walking, and suddenly I saw a man standing there." "Honey, this time I wasn't scared. I looked at him closely. He was in his thirties, of medium height, wearing a blue jacket, like work clothes. He was wearing light-colored pants, but they were pulled down to his ankles, leaving him bare-legged. He had one hand pulling his jacket up, and the other hand fiddling with something below." "Did you see him clearly?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement. "Yes, honey," my wife cleared her throat. "See what?" I asked impatiently. My wife said shyly, "I saw his penis." "Is it big?" I asked. "It should be big, quite thick when it's erect." I suddenly forgot a detail and quickly asked, "You stopped?" "Yeah," my wife said, "I slowed down, taking a few steps and then stopping to look at him. Didn't you say people like that are pitiful?" Did he take any further action? No, I stopped to look at him, and he took two steps back, probably afraid someone would see. And then? I asked. Someone came up behind him, and he hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran away, looking back at me as he ran, looking reluctant to leave. That's it? That's it. But he really looked very nervous at the time, it was really pitiful. My wife is so kind, I said. "

It's all because of you comforting him, you rascal, otherwise he would have run away, hmph, ignoring you." "No, I said, my dear wife," my wife laughed, "Tch, I think you'd love for me to run into someone like that." I said, "How could I? Then, what if I run into this person again next time?" As she spoke, my wife reached out and grabbed my crotch, "Tell me, what should I do?

Run or stand and watch?" I thought for a moment: "Don't run." "What if he comes straight for me?" "No," I said confidently. "Then I'll keep watching, okay?" My wife seemed helpless, "How long should I watch?" I mischievously suggested: "See what happens to him?" My wife thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to understand, "He won't ejaculate right in front of me, will he?" You're so naughty.

(Second Encounter with an Exhibitionist)

Starting in 2007, the economic situation wasn't good. My wife's company laid off staff, and she lost her job—actually, she chose to leave voluntarily because she felt it was pointless. My company's business was also struggling, and the pressure of life increased. I had to travel more often, but with my wife's company, life was fulfilling and happy. Whenever we were home, we made love almost every night. Before each ejaculation, I would imagine that man masturbating in front of his wife; I was so fascinated by that scene.

A few days later, I went on another business trip. Before leaving, I told my wife that if she got bored, she could go online and search for the keyword "exhibitionism," saying there was a lot of interesting content. My wife said, "No way! What's so interesting about that? It's just you men taking your pants off." The next morning, after finishing my business out of town, I went to choose a restaurant to entertain clients that evening. On the way, I suddenly received a call from my wife, who lazily said, "This is boring, honey. When are you coming back?" I said, "Okay, honey, not today. I'll be back tomorrow. You can stay home and play online." My wife said, "I searched, and it's all about perverted things men do. There are even more perverted things than taking your pants off. I'm tired of it." I said, "Then go out and see if that guy is around." My wife said, "I'm really going!" I said, "Sure, but if there's an emergency, run away quickly." My wife said, "Run away? Let's see what he can do, hmph." We laughed and hung up.

When I got to the restaurant, I sat down and looked at the menu, planning what to eat that night. It had to be presentable but not too expensive, since the cost of entertaining clients would be deducted from my commission, so ordering food was an art. But for Shandong people, what they eat is secondary; the main thing is to drink well. I was flipping through the colorful menu pages when the phone rang again. Seeing it was my wife, I quickly answered. There were car sounds in the background, and I heard my wife whisper, "Honey, where is that guy? It's scary, tsk tsk."

Ah! I immediately jumped up—it was happening live! I shouted, "Honey, don't be scared, don't be scared!" I told the waiter to step outside for a moment, then asked my wife, "You're standing on the side of the road?" My wife hummed in agreement. I said, "Then don't be scared." My wife chuckled, "Who's scared? I'm asking what I should do, go away?" I said, "No, no, let's see what he's doing." My wife: "What else could he be doing? His pants are all down to the ground." "Nothing else?" My wife whispered, "

Same as last time, his hands are fiddling around."

My face flushed with excitement: "Can you see clearly?" My wife said, "Yes, he doesn't dare look at me, hehe, really, so brazen in broad daylight, doesn't he have any shame?" My heart was pounding, and I didn't even know why I was so excited.

Just then, my wife said, "Someone's coming." I said, "Don't move, stand still and keep talking." My wife said, "He pulled up his pants... but he hasn't left yet." "Really?" My wife hummed in agreement and then said, "He's gone." Oh dear, he pulled his pants down again, giggle, my wife chuckled softly, her breath intoxicating. "

Haha, that's really exciting," I thought, and said, "Is he masturbating?" My wife: "Yes." I: "How far away are you? He won't hear you, will he?" My wife: "Probably not, about twenty meters?" I couldn't tell the distance. I anxiously asked, "How many hands is he using to masturbate?" My wife said, "Right hand, left hand lifting his shirt." Suddenly, my wife's voice rose a little: "He started shaking, like he was... well, you know, giggle..." Hearing this, I slammed the recipe book on the table and grabbed my crotch a few times.

My wife continued her live stream: "He shook a lot, um, his pants are up, and he's pretty fast." "Oh, honey, he's kneeling down in my direction! Should I even look at him? Should I just leave?" I quickly called out, "Don't go, honey!" My wife said, "He's kowtowing to me! Honey, what's going on? Oh dear, someone's coming! He got up and ran away!" I really wanted to kill that passerby. My wife walked away, her voice trembling slightly, "Then I'll go back too. It's funny, why is he kowtowing? Hehe." I thought to myself, "Yeah, why is he kowtowing to my wife? Why? Gratitude? Adoration? Or something else? I don't know..."

The next day, I rushed back to the provincial capital. I had barely slept a wink the night before, I was incredibly excited, and my penis was constantly erect. I didn't even go to the company, who cares? I went straight home. My beautiful wife, Rongrong, was taking a nap in bed. I rushed over like a firefighter, except I was taking off her clothes instead of putting them back on. My wife giggled as I hugged her, saying, "The big pervert's back!" After the two naked people nestled together in bed, I said, "Tell me about it." My wife giggled. "What's there to talk about? It's about yesterday again? Didn't I tell you then?" I said, "I don't know the details yet!" My wife said, "It's just a man masturbating in front of me, what details do you want to know?" I said, "The more details the better."

Seeing my anxious look, my wife felt a little sorry for me. She stroked my face, letting me think. "Hmm, right, he was wearing that blue work uniform, probably from that machine factory over there." "Did you see his face clearly?" My wife

said, "Clearer than last time. He's not bad-looking, just his posture is awkward, haha." I continued, "Is his penis long?" My wife chuckled again. "How could I see that clearly? It doesn't seem short, but facing me directly, I can't tell the length." I said, "Is it longer than mine?" My wife pinched my penis, coquettishly saying, "My husband's is longer," and then kissed me, making my penis even more swollen.

I continued, "Could you see his semen?" My wife replied, "No, I just saw him thrusting, no, I think I saw some white stuff spraying out, but it wasn't very clear." I excitedly hugged my wife tightly, and she laughed, "You love hearing this, you're such a pervert!" I stubbornly said, "So what if I'm a pervert?"

My wife said, "You're being unreasonable," and squeezed my penis tightly. Although it hurt a little, I endured it without crying out; this pain from my wife was something I should cherish.

Suddenly, my wife remembered and asked, "Honey, why is he kowtowing to me?" I said, "My wife is beautiful and sexy, all men want to kowtow to you." "You're bad!" My wife slapped me. I said, "It's true, many men like that." My wife said, "Is it like those guys online, the ones who like being sex slaves, like SM or something?" I said yes, at least this guy definitely likes being a slave. My wife asked, "What do sex slaves do?" I quickly followed up, "They kneel down and kowtow to their wives, lick their feet and stuff." My wife chuckled: "That's quite interesting, is there really such a good thing?" I said: "How about we take a picture of him sometime and he becomes your slave?" My wife punched me: "Shut up, honey, you're so naughty, let's not talk about this anymore, it's embarrassing." Suddenly, she hugged me tightly and said: "Honey, I want him!"

I felt like I'd received a royal decree and stepped forward.

Part Three (Initial Transformation into a Net Slave)

In the blink of an eye, it was 2009. My company had grown considerably, and I had received a small promotion. After several years of hard work and frugal savings, we finally bought our own small house in the provincial capital. We finally had a foothold in the big city, and life became increasingly warm and comfortable. This was thanks to my efforts, and also to my wife. Although she hadn't gone out to work yet, she had made many contributions to the family. Seeing this, you can probably guess why. Yes, through my gradual influence, enlightenment, sex education, and transformation of her worldview, my wife was changing in the direction I expected. Watching her every smile and gesture, I was captivated.

After that incident with the exhibitionist (who later became my wife's exclusive slave, more on that later), I gave my wife a thorough makeover on SM, from theory to practice. It took several days, talking about it every night, followed by oral sex. My wife has a natural queen-like quality; first, she wasn't averse to it, then she was interested, and eventually she enjoyed it. She admitted to me that imagining men kneeling and kowtowing to her really excited her. Some women, no matter how much you plead, it's useless; if you go too far, they'll divorce you. I was lucky. My wife often used me to experience SM, ordering me to be her slave, and I took the opportunity to teach her the techniques and skills; she learned quickly. One day, my wife said, "Honey, I can't bear to abuse you." I said, "Then I'll find you other male slaves." My wife was skeptical: "Really?" Hehe, she didn't believe me. A few days later, my wife said again, "I charge for abusing men, you see so many paid 'queens' online. I need to have fun, but I also need to earn money to support the family." I was moved to tears… What an understanding wife!

Actually, back then, we were really struggling financially because of buying a house. She didn't want me to bear too much pressure alone, and she was always trying to find a job that could earn money. I don't know if she would still be like this if we hadn't bought a house and hadn't had so much pressure. Never mind, we have such a happy life now, who cares what she did for me?

I started teaching my wife how to use QQ to chat, and she even chose a "Queen" name. Back then, the internet wasn't as strictly controlled as it is now. Various SM "Queen" websites were everywhere. Just posting a recruitment ad would instantly flood my wife's QQ with messages. The ratio of "Queen" to "Male Slave" was severely imbalanced. It's nothing like now, where women in hair salons and massage parlors can do SM, it seems to be spreading nationwide.

From then on, my wife would spend her days at home on QQ, chatting with all sorts of hungry perverts and sex slaves.

At first, when I got home from work, I would always ask, "Did you find someone suitable?" My wife would readily say, "No!" Hey, she's got high standards, she won't settle. It's true, my wife and I agreed that we wouldn't talk to particularly unreliable people, and we'd block anyone who was rude or immediately asked for a video call. We weren't short of people; one QQ account wasn't enough, so we quickly created another.

About half a month passed, and I felt my wife was becoming more and more skilled at chatting, and she knew how to deal with boring people. We don't have a webcam, but we can record audio and see the other person. One day when I got home, my wife called me over as soon as I walked in. I went to the computer and saw a man's video image on the screen. He obviously didn't know our situation and kept typing, asking my wife to say something to confirm his identity. He was a fairly handsome man, probably under 30. My wife asked me, "How about this one?" I said, "It's up to you, I think he's alright." My

wife was a little nervous and said, "Then let me say something to him." I said, "Okay." My wife said, "Don't say anything." I said, "I know."

Then my wife turned on her microphone, and I could hear the sound from the other end, so I guessed the sound from here was also coming through. I held my breath.

"Hello," my wife said in a sweet, soft voice, tinged with nervousness.

"Hello!" the other end replied clearly.

My wife said it was enough that she could hear me, and immediately switched off her microphone. The man on the video seemed very anxious and typed: "

Queen, don't leave, please." Then he adjusted the camera, stepped back, and knelt down.

My wife blushed, looked at the man on the video, then at me, and snuggled closer. I took the opportunity to hug my wife.

The man then typed another line: "Queen, please command me." My wife quickly replied: "Kowtowing to me!"

The man began to kowtow deeply, disappearing from the camera's view as his head went down. When he lifted his head, his face was somewhat distorted, and he was counting aloud.

My wife then typed: "Crawl a few times!"

The man obediently crawled up in his cramped room.

Part 4 (Dominating a Virgin - A Shanghai Foreign Company Man)

After months of internal struggle and searching, my wife finally told me one day that a man from Shanghai (a northerner working in Shanghai) was coming to the provincial capital on a business trip in a few days and wanted to be her slave, to which she verbally agreed. I could see my wife's inner conflict; after all, this meant playing that kind of "game" with another man. Talking about it casually, joking around, teasing men online, even encountering exhibitionists—it's nothing. But actively engaging in this kind of "sex game" with a stranger put a lot of pressure on my wife.

Actually, I was under a lot of pressure too. I really wanted my wife to face a stranger, a real person, not a fantasy, and I felt awkward and reluctant to let my dear wife go.

But, this day had come, it wasn't easy, should I just back down? If I didn't give up, what kind of man was he? Was he sleazy? What was his character like? I had no idea. My wife said this man had been calling her for over a month. Although he was not young, almost 50, the conversations were pleasant, and he seemed young at heart. He always called during the day from his Shanghai office landline. He was very honest with his wife, saying he was a manager at a foreign company, in a fairly high position, and that his photos showed him to be quite respectable, wearing glasses and looking like an intellectual. He said he had liked BDSM for many years, but because his wife wouldn't cooperate, he could only occasionally find other women outside the marriage. He claimed he would never do anything inappropriate, never force anyone, and had never been with low-class women like those from hair salons, only with respectable women. (Isn't that a wife-obsessed type?) It seems this kind of man is quite capable, patient, and powerful. It's difficult for young men to win the heart of a woman like his wife.

My wife and I were both waiting for "this day" to arrive, and I even turned down a business trip. It was a Saturday night. The man had taken a morning flight to the provincial capital and checked into the Crowne Plaza Hotel in the city center (impressive, indeed). He said he had some business to attend to in the afternoon and would treat his wife to dinner at the hotel restaurant at 6 pm. My wife and I had already eaten lunch and tried to sleep for a while, but neither of us could sleep; we were both feeling rather heavy-hearted.

"Honey, we're enjoying life, cheer up."

"Honey, if you regret it, I can cancel."

"Cancel? Don't break your promise!"

"You're so naughty!" My wife snuggled into my arms.

That afternoon, my wife consulted me about what to wear. I imagined what kind of image I'd expect from a respectable woman if I were to go out with her. "Hmm, the simplest attire is best," my wife quickly replied, "That's what I think too, it's not like we're going to sell ourselves." But deep down, a bitter feeling lingered. Was there really any difference between this and selling oneself?

That evening, we arrived at the Crowne Plaza an hour early. I was familiar with the layout because I'd brought clients here before. The grand ballroom on the first floor was brightly lit, and from one angle, you could see inside from the sofas in the lobby.

My wife and I sat separately, like strangers, to avoid being noticed by that man. It wasn't that I was afraid he'd know about our relationship, but I was afraid he'd think I was a policeman setting a trap. People from Shanghai know a thing or two about entrapment.

At 6 o'clock sharp, a middle-aged man walked over from the elevator. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, but no tie. Based on the photo, this should be him. I pretended to be bored and played on my phone, not looking up. The man stood by the sofa, glanced around the lobby, didn't spot anyone else, hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a number. My wife's phone immediately rang…

The man walked over confidently. "Hello, this is 'Touching Heaven and Earth'." He extended his hand, and my wife stood up demurely, shook it lightly, and then withdrew it. The man's voice was rather cheerful: "I guessed it was you, but I couldn't believe it." Then, with a flourish, he pointed to the restaurant, "Please." My wife had no choice but to walk over, glancing at me meaningfully as she passed. Judging from his back, this guy was probably around 180 cm tall.

They went into the restaurant and chose a quieter spot, out of my sight from the sofa. I had to suppress my anxiety, imagining what was happening inside, what they were talking about. Was the man greedily looking at my wife? Admiring her sexy figure and alluring face? Didn't he try anything? Is he really a masochist? What if he's just a womanizer? I couldn't help but feel a little nervous, trying my best to calm myself down.

Suddenly, an idea struck me—I should text my wife! So I quickly typed: "Honey, is everything alright? How is he?" A little while later, my wife replied: "Honey, he's doing great, telling me jokes."

I asked again: "What did you eat?" My wife replied: "Pretty light, just some kale, I had abalone rice, and he had sea cucumber rice." I replied somewhat sourly: "Enjoy your meal, honey." Thinking back over the years, I realized I'd never actually treated my wife to abalone, and I felt a little ashamed.

A little while later, my wife's text arrived first: "Honey, we're done eating. He went to pay the bill, saying he wants to chat in the room." I replied: "Looks like he's quite satisfied with you, my sexy wife." My wife replied with a smiley face, but no text.

A moment later, a man and a woman emerged from the restaurant, chatting and laughing. They looked like a married couple or lovers; the man was dashing, the woman graceful, though their age difference was noticeable. I sat on the sofa, watching them enter the elevator. Helplessly, I sent my wife another text (I didn't know what else to do besides texting): Honey, take care! Her text returned quickly: Don't worry, honey, I'm going to my room soon, room 1508.

With a touch of despair, I texted her: Keep in touch, don't lose contact. At that moment, I felt a mix of excitement, thrill, helplessness, and pain, but overall, a sense of anticipation. My crotch was already a little wet.

I leaned back on the large leather sofa, closed my eyes, and imagined what was about to happen, was happening, or had already happened in room 1508. Were they chatting and laughing? Was he still telling his wife jokes to win her heart? This guy really knows women; he got her off guard and put her at ease on the first try. Since he said he wanted to chat in the room, not play games, he wouldn't start immediately without waiting a minute. If he did start, what would he do? Those activities he mentioned on the phone? What are his preferences?

Oh no, why didn't I tell my wife which activities were off-limits? I need to have principles. I forgot to mention it in my excitement today.

After about 20 minutes of agonizing waiting, I couldn't resist sending another text: Honey, how's it going? Reply if it's convenient, otherwise wait a bit. My wife's text came in immediately, and I eagerly read it: Honey, everything's fine. He just gave me a necklace, and I couldn't refuse.

My eyes welled up with tears. Damn, is he trying to show off his power to win my wife's heart? Could this person be up to no good? But then I thought, he hadn't even seen a picture of my wife before, could he have planned this? I replied: "Then keep it, treat him well later." My wife replied: "I know, honey, he's kowtowing to me..." (a smiley face).

Kowtowing? This man is kowtowing to my wife, looks like he really is a masochist. I was completely relieved and immediately felt a huge surge of excitement.

I thought for a moment, then sent another message: "Is he naked, or is he dressed?" Don't reply too quickly, don't let him think I'm not paying attention.

Look at me, my service is excellent. My wife quickly replied: "It's okay, he told me to send any text message, that casually disciplining him makes me seem noble. Look how good he is at talking, better than you!" Then came a smiley face and a kissing emoji.

I immediately asked: "Did he take off his clothes?" My wife also immediately replied: "I forgot to mention, I didn't make him take them off. I like seeing him dressed the same in front of others, then kowtowing to me in the room.

He's very happy that I said that."

I was a little disappointed by my wife's comment, because I had expected a naked man crawling at her feet, but he was still quite gentlemanly. I texted again: "When are you going to take off your clothes?" My wife replied: "Haha, he's not in a hurry, why are you? Wait a minute, I'll have him lick my feet." I texted: "My good wife... I love you..." My wife texted: "He's really good at licking, it feels good. I love you too."

I texted: "Wife, I want you to see what his penis looks like."

After a while, my wife sent another message: "You're so pathetic. I made him strip naked and crawl on the ground.

His penis is so big, and from behind, the scrotum looks nice. He's so obedient. Hehe. Let me show you..." Then, a multimedia message arrived. I slowly received it and was shocked: a close-up of a man with his big, naked buttocks sticking out on the ground, and a woman's jade-like feet stepping on the man's scrotum. My wife followed with another message: "Is it beautiful?"

I was so jealous I didn't know what to write, and I wanted to rush into the room to see. Rush into the room? Why didn't I just listen outside room 1508? Why didn't I think of that? Without another word, I dashed towards the elevator. The security guard recognized me and tried to stop me, but stopped. Before entering the elevator, I received another message: "His penis is really big, the glans is shiny and clear, much longer than yours. He's licking my feet again, enjoying it… I thought, my glans must be shiny too."

Arriving on the 15th floor, I carefully checked the room number; 1508 seemed to be inside. I knew there were security cameras in the corridor; I couldn't be sneaky, I had to be open and honest. Pretending to be genuinely looking for someone, I strolled confidently to 1508. I heard my wife inside giggling, her voice low but her words clear: "Your penis is really big, much bigger than my husband's, let me squeeze it… Hmm, it's hard enough too. You really think it's that exciting?" "It's just licking feet, look at how serious you were just now, who knew you'd be so shameless now, hehehe, kowtow to me again, I want to hear a loud kowtow."

I felt like I was about to ejaculate, my pants were bulging, I bet the security camera could see it clearly. I didn't dare linger at the door, I walked slowly and reluctantly forward, texting rapidly: "Wife, how was it?" My wife immediately replied: "

I just squeezed his penis, it was so hard, like a steel rod, I liked it, just to annoy you. Now he's kowtowing." It seems my wife always reports the truth to me, my dear Rongrong wife.

My wife's performance excited me greatly, I staggered to the end of the corridor, trying to calm myself down.

But the tree wanted to be still but the wind wouldn't stop, my wife texted again: "Honey, he wants to eat my saliva."

I remember telling my wife that eating saliva is considered unhygienic, and I generally don't do it. I can eat it, but I try not to give it to other slaves, it's also about being responsible to them. I didn't expect the first slave to want her saliva, it seems my wife has extraordinary charm.

I replied, "You decide what to do. This guy seems alright." My wife immediately replied, "Okay, I'll give it to him. He said he'd ejaculate after eating my saliva. He wants to ejaculate."

Damn, he wants to ejaculate so soon? That won't do. But then I thought about how my crotch was practically bulging and I couldn't even walk, and I was criticizing him. He was kneeling in front of my wife Rongrong; who could hold out for long? Thinking of this, I replied, "You handle it." Then, I hurried back to the door of room 1508. I heard my wife cough softly, followed by spitting sounds, then a man's groans. My wife couldn't help but laugh softly, saying, "What a slut."

Suddenly, a low, muffled groan erupted from the room, lasting for over 20 seconds. In my crotch, a flood like the one in '98 erupted...

The next morning, my wife and I cuddled until after 11 a.m. Last night, after returning from the hotel, my wife and I had a three-round battle. I had two orgasms, and my wife had three. I was almost exhausted.

We opened our eyes almost simultaneously, looking at each other happily. I asked, "How was last night, my dear wife?" My wife playfully retorted, "Are you asking about you and me, or him?" I pretended to be angry: "You know perfectly well." My

wife giggled and hugged me tighter, saying earnestly, "It felt great. I had a lot of fun, and the money was so easy to earn. This guy is really nice." I quickly said, "I forgot to ask, did he give you money back in the end?" "Yes," my wife replied, "besides the necklace, he gave me another two thousand." I hugged my wife tighter: "That's almost a month's salary for me." My wife also sighed: "Yeah, I never thought that sometimes, making money is just a matter of mindset and perspective." I said, "Women make money when they take their pants off." My wife hit me: "You're naughty, he didn't take his pants off. But you let him ejaculate." "Ejaculation counts?" My wife protested, "That exhibitionist also ejaculated, humph."

I turned my wife around, hugged her from behind, and pressed my penis against her buttocks. My wife didn't flinch. I asked, "

Did he ejaculate a lot?" "A lot," my wife answered without hesitation, "a huge puddle." "Did he masturbate himself?" "Yeah, my feet were on his penis too, double effect, I guess." I asked, "How long did it take yesterday?" My wife said, "Less than 40 minutes." "Pretty fast," I said. My wife said, "Yeah, I didn't dare stimulate him at first, but when he licked my feet, his pants bulged. Then you texted him to take off his clothes, and when I pulled down his pants, his glans was so wet I couldn't hold back anymore."

I asked my wife, "If he comes to the provincial capital again, will you still be able to do this?" My wife thought for a moment: "Doing this, of course I want to, but..." I quickly asked, "But what?" My wife said, "I'm afraid he'll fall in love with me." "

Is that possible?" I asked. My wife said, "I have a feeling, in the end he wants me to give him a keepsake." "What keepsake?" I asked with interest. "Let me leave a mark on him," my wife said. I was a little anxious: "Why didn't you tell me about something so important last night?" "I saw how eager you were to come back, I didn't have time to tell you." "Yeah, honey, tell me now." He took out an acupuncture needle and insisted I stick it into his testicles. "Huh? You did?"

My wife hummed in agreement. "No bleeding?" "No." This wife of mine is really overstepping her bounds. She comforted me, saying, "It's okay, I just put it in like that. He said he'll come back in a week with the needle to show his loyalty to me." So, I said he might be in love with me.

"Hmm, my wife's analysis makes sense," I said. My wife asked, "What part of last night did you find exciting?" I quickly replied, "

Reporting, honey, the part where you spat in his mouth..." My wife laughed, "Haha, you do that too!" Saying this, she turned around and shouted, "Open your mouth!" I quickly opened my mouth to receive her saliva, and she spat three times, filling my mouth.

Then she grabbed my penis and yelled, "Ah, saliva made you this hard, you pervert!" I suddenly felt like I was about to explode, swallowed my wife's saliva, and opened my mouth wide again, begging, "Wife!" My wife looked at me and giggled, "You're just like him," then coughed hard, sending a thick spittle into my mouth. My wife was also working hard, and I immediately sprayed my hand with saliva.

Five (Encountering the Heavy Taste)

After the "Shanghai man" left, he didn't come back a week as promised, saying he had some urgent business abroad. This made my wife realize the unreliability of online relationships, which I thought was a good thing, preventing him from developing feelings for her and causing trouble. Men, after all, should prioritize their careers; SM is just for fun, don't take it seriously.

However, after returning home, the "Shanghai man" wrote a BDSM chronicle on the community website, detailing how stimulating the masochistic process was, and even posted my wife's QQ number, greatly boosting "Queen Rong's" popularity and effectively advertising for her. He also frequently emailed and texted her, expressing his admiration and longing. My wife, in turn, occasionally contacted him. This happened in 2007. My

wife's interest in SM grew stronger, like someone who has just learned to drive and is quite addicted. During this period, she trained several male submissives who came from out of town on business trips. As a professional dominatrix, she pursued impressive results and high income, but for a respectable part-time dominatrix, my wife kept these training sessions at a reasonable frequency. The selection process was important and difficult, as it involved a mixed bag of people. If there's no suitable partner, it's better not to do it at all.

These male subs mostly stay in relatively high-end hotels; some are white-collar workers from foreign companies, some are managers from state-owned enterprises, and some are civil servants. And you have to admit, these men are relatively well-mannered; they like to chat before engaging in sexual activity, and most are polite and courteous. Needless to say, my wife's temperament and appearance are enough to make these "humble" men swoon in minutes. Since we did video verification beforehand, these subs were all quite good-looking. Any guys

with fierce appearances, burly faces, sleazy looks, or lack of manners were "politely rejected" by my wife during the screening stage. I was mostly away during this period, so I accompanied my wife to hotels, like a pimp finding clients for her. I've read erotic novels describing husbands taking their wives to prostitutes, doing it for a few dozen yuan each time—it's similar to my mentality. If a pimp is a cuckold, finding men for his wife must be a rather enjoyable profession. However, people who engage in SM tend to sanctify, beautify, and elevate themselves, believing they are vastly different from simply buying sex.

My wife, on the other hand, doesn't see herself as a prostitute; she sees that's what prostitutes do, and she's saving these men and satisfying their psychological needs. I, too, have reinforced this mindset. Whenever my wife and I discuss this topic, I always end by saying, "Yes, I agree with my wife. She's not prostituting herself, but providing psychological counseling." My wife often laughs and says, "Even a dog thinks so." Let me tell you

an anecdote about a civil servant. He was a government official from Qingdao, in his thirties, a seasoned submissive. We had spoken on the phone several times before; he spoke with a strong Jiaodong accent, and I had even seen his photo. I escorted my wife to her hotel room. I hid outside the peephole. My wife knocked on the door, and as soon as she stepped in, I heard the voice saying, "Kowtowing and paying respects to Queen Rong," which startled me, and I quickly backed away. This guy, he went straight to it.

I went down to the hotel lobby and, as usual, sat on the sofa to wait. I wasn't as eager to find out what happened as the first time, because I knew my wife would tell me the whole story when we got home. Hearing it in bed was the real thrill.

I leaned back on the sofa, playing on my phone, watching the people coming and going in this upscale hotel. There were definitely more beautiful women in these places, some of whom looked like prostitutes based on their revealing clothing. Compared to them, my wife wasn't the most beautiful, but she had a good figure and a refined air—a typical married woman, a respectable lady. We'd met a few guests in the elevator earlier; who would have thought a man would be licking this young woman's feet?

Suddenly, my phone buzzed with a text message. I glanced at it—about half an hour had passed. I thought, "That's pretty good," but then I saw: "

Honey, he just ejaculated, but he said he wants a second time. He went to take a shower. What should I do?" Damn, this guy's got some energy! I replied: "Is he still going?" My wife replied: "He said he is, but he wants double the payment." I replied: "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs." My wife replied: "My dear husband, a kiss."

A long time passed, and suddenly I saw my wife rushing towards me from the elevator. I quickly went to her, hugged her, and whispered, "How did it go? Is it resolved?" My wife said shyly, "Yes, but this guy is really perverted. He insisted on drinking my urine." "Huh?" I thought to myself, "I've run into someone with a really bad taste."

"And you?" I asked.

My wife twisted her waist shyly, "I didn't think much of it, since he liked it." "How did you give it to him?" I asked urgently.

My wife said, "I peed in my toothbrush cup and gave it to him to drink." (Guys staying in hotels, be careful, or you'll be in trouble).

"So you took your pants off in front of him?"

My wife nodded shyly, looking at me with a slightly apologetic expression. "But honey, I made him kneel in the corner and watch. He didn't dare come over; he was so obedient."

"So he could still see your private parts, right?"

"Yeah, I think so. I didn't have much pee to begin with, so I squeezed for ages before I managed to get a little out." "Did he drink it in front of you?"

"Yes, he drank it in small sips, like he didn't want to finish it, hehe." I pretended to scold my wife, "Didn't we agree not to play with gold or holy water? Why did you give it to him?" My wife hugged me and said coquettishly, "He said he wanted to do it once, but he just couldn't get hard. I stomped on him for ages, but he didn't react. I was just trying to get him to cum."

"Hmph, you think you can do it a second time with that?" I said, pretending to be angry.

"Well, later he kowtowed and said that as long as he got a drop of holy water, he would get hard immediately." "Oh?"

"And he really did get hard, hehe."

"How did it come out?"

"As soon as he picked up the cup and smelled it, I saw his penis start to get hard, and he was fully erect after the first sip." "And then?"

"Then he masturbated and ejaculated, I watched."

I hugged my wife and walked out, but she struggled to break free. "Honey, I need to talk to you about something, he..." "What did he say?" I was a little confused.

"He said he wants me to stay with him at the hotel tonight?"

"Huh? Didn't you ejaculate just now?"

"I did, but, but he said he wants more money to keep me company all night. He also said..." "What?"

"He also said he wants to lick my anus and have sex with me, what a nasty guy." I felt complicated and asked, "Are you willing?"

"Honey, I'll do whatever you say."

I was actually very conflicted. The thought of my wife sleeping in a hotel with a strange man, rolling around on his bed, my wife panting softly, made me incredibly excited. But I'm also afraid that if I do this, my wife might easily fall for me, and if these excellent men win her heart, I'll be in big trouble. Therefore, my principle is to not let my wife play with my emotions. A woman without feelings can hardly have sex. With sex, feelings will gradually develop. I'd better not take that risk.

After a moment's thought, I said firmly, "Honey, let's go home and play." My wife happily kissed me, "Thank you, honey, let's go home." I was secretly pleased. This decision proved that I loved my wife very much, and that I wasn't just after money. This made my wife happy and reassured, and made her believe that SM wouldn't make her lose her husband.

"Why do you men like to lick assholes?" That night, when we got home, my wife asked me in bed.

"Not all men are willing," I said seriously.

"Well, I know, I'm referring to male submissives. It's so dirty there." "That's nothing, there are also gold slaves, you know that." "That's right," my wife seemed to have an epiphany, "They can even eat women's gold, let alone lick it." "Smart," I praised.

"I'll make you lick my asshole..." As she said this, my wife reached out and pinched my nipple.

????Six (Acquiring a House Slave)

Thank God for making my wife so sexy. Those days were truly "sexually" blissful and sweet.

After the 2008 Olympics, I started getting busy again, traveling frequently for work, all for the sake of this family. My wife's skills in training submissives are incredibly refined. She can already go on dates alone without me accompanying her, and she can handle various submissives on her own when I'm away on business. Speaking of which, being a professional submissive is a high-paying job. My wife, with her selective and intermittent training of submissives, earns three times what I do each month! Unlike me, a salesman, struggling to please clients with little commission, I wish I were a woman!

We're saving more and more money, and soon we'll have enough for a down payment on a small house. Haha, I digress.

Once, I went on a business trip out of province and didn't come home for over two weeks. Although I talked to my wife every day, I was still eager to go home as the day approached. My wife told me on the phone that she had a surprise for me.

I kept guessing what it was, but she wouldn't say, keeping it a secret. Had she caught some big fish? Met a millionaire? But that's unlikely. Because real millionaires don't spend their time online searching for submissives like most submissives do. They have money; what beautiful woman can't they have? What can't they do? Most people who play SM online are probably middle class; they have the means and time to go online, and they're willing to pay hundreds or even thousands of yuan for each session. Never mind all that, I'll find out when I get home.

My train back to the provincial capital was around 8 PM. I took a taxi (it was the day I returned from my business trip, and the company reimbursed me) and rushed home. As soon as I entered, my wife greeted me with a smile. She was wearing a light green, thin cashmere cardigan, and underneath, her white, neatly pressed shirt accentuated her beautiful face. I saw the food was already laid out in the kitchen, but I ignored my hunger and pounced on my wife like a hungry tiger, reaching inside her bra.

My wife laughed and pushed me away: "You lecherous devil, haven't you noticed the changes in the house?" I looked around; the furniture hadn't changed, but it was indeed unusually tidy. Before, my wife didn't like doing housework, let alone tidying up, but I didn't care. But now, it was spotless and very pleasant. Had my wife become more diligent?

"My dear wife, you've worked so hard!" I hugged my wife tightly again, and she wrapped her arms around my neck

, saying sweetly, "You're so naughty, you really let your queen wife do all the work." "I don't want to, but this..." I dragged my wife into the bedroom and rolled her onto the bed. My wife removed my hand from her bra and said, "Honey, I have something to tell you, but you can't be angry."

"What is it? Why are you angry?" I stopped what I was doing, lay face to face with my wife on the bed, breathing in her fragrant scent.

"I've taken in a house slave," my wife said calmly, looking into my eyes.

"Huh?" I jumped up, "Really?"

"Really, I'm being serious," my wife said reproachfully.

"Found him online?" I asked in surprise, and the word "house slave" also aroused me.

"No, the submissives online are all from out of town, how can they serve me often? A house slave has to be local.

" "Then he is..."

"Guess," my wife said mysteriously.

"This is too difficult," I stared into my wife's beautiful eyes and brought my lips close to hers. My wife held up an index finger to my lips. "I can't tell you if you can't guess."

"How am I supposed to guess? Is he available 24/7?" I asked curiously.

"He's available whenever I call, but only when he gets off work." My wife twisted her body and moved closer to me.

"Shall I let you meet him?"

"Huh?! Is he at home?" Good heavens, my wife's progress is too rapid.

"Look how scared you are, you coward," my wife tapped my forehead with her finger. "Don't worry, I've trained him to be very obedient. Let me show you how I train a slave."

My god, happiness came too suddenly. My

wife got up and sat on the edge of the bed, letting me lie down on the other side. "I'll show you a good show, husband," she said, and called out towards the bathroom: "Xiuwen, the Queen summons you."

As soon as she finished speaking, I heard the bathroom door open, clanging and clattering. Then, a naked man slowly crawled in! He had a collar around his neck.

My heart pounded, and I couldn't help but gasp. My wife slapped my bottom and said to the man,

"Crawl over here."

The man crawled to the bedside with a clatter, his genitals dangling, half-erect. He looked to be under 30, with a scholarly air, and his eyes were somewhat sunken, suggesting he was nearsighted. The man crawled to my wife's feet and began to kowtow repeatedly, calling out, "Greetings, Your Majesty Queen Rong."

My wife smiled, "Good boy, 10 kowtows will suffice." The man obediently finished kowtowing and knelt there.

My wife reached out and lifted the man's chin, "The Queen's husband is back. This time you'll have to serve two people. Are you willing?"

The man kowtowed again, "Yes, I will obey Queen Rong's orders." "Good boy, Xiuwen did a good job today, cleaning the room so neatly. The Queen will reward you." "Thank you, Queen!" "Open

your mouth."

The man opened his mouth, tilting his head back towards my wife. My wife smiled and spat into his mouth. The man swallowed it immediately, seemingly savoring it.

"Does it smell good?" his wife asked seductively, and I felt weak in the knees.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"How shameless! You eat a woman's saliva and say it smells good!" She then slapped him across the face, and the man immediately said,

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" His wife laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"Husband, see?" His wife turned to me, "This slave not only comes to our house as a slave, but he also has to give me a lot of money every month. He comes to work for me and has to pay me. How can you men be so shameless?" As she spoke, she pinched my crotch, and my already erect penis trembled.

"Xiuwen, is the bathroom clean?" his wife asked sweetly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it's clean," the man answered mechanically.

"Good, husband, go take a shower, and then we'll eat. Try his cooking." Ah, so he cooked the meal.

His wife leaned down and patted the man's face, ordering, "When Your Majesty and I are eating later, you'll lick my feet under the table, and that'll be your reward."

The man excitedly knelt down and kowtowed.

I jumped up, rushed outside, and quickly went into the bathroom, where I finished showering in no time.

During dinner, the man named "Xiuwen" was curled up under the table, intently sucking on each of my wife's toes. My wife ate and said, "Honey, you don't know who he is, do you?" I said I didn't. My wife said, "Hehe, he's that exhibitionist!"

"Huh?! Really?" I looked under the table at the man; he seemed deaf, completely oblivious to our conversation, focused solely on licking my wife's feet.

"Yes, his name is Chen Xiuwen. I saw him exhibiting again that day, so I went over and told him to stop right there. He knelt there, too afraid to move. I said I was going to call the police, and he burst into tears, then kowtowed and begged me. I said, 'Then you have to be my slave.'" "

That simple?"

"Yes, that simple. He even offered to give me 50% of his salary, but I said it wasn't necessary, it depended on his performance. He's an engineer at the Dongfang Machinery Factory, very skillful, and can do all sorts of housework." "Ah, is he married?"

"No, he doesn't have a girlfriend. He said he wants to be my slave for life. Is that right, Xiuwen?" My wife kicked the man.

The man readily agreed, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm willing to be Queen Rong's slave for life, serving her!" His wife smiled.

[The End]

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