【My Story with Sister Zhao】(01-03) Author: 52676

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(I)

"How is it, is it good? I haven't washed for two days." Sister Zhao's voice came from above. "You know,
the feeling of watching someone give you oral sex is really... hiss... ah, yes, lick there." Sister Zhao tried to put her left leg
on my head, but the pantyhose was too slippery, and she failed twice. So she stepped on my
right shoulder with her high heel. I understood and lowered my right shoulder so that she could fix her thigh on it. I also leaned my face into her
crotch to share her weight. "Hehe, you are so shameless. You are usually so polite. I never would
have guessed. Hehehe." She squeezed her crotch against my face, adjusting her position to better enjoy my
service.

"Sister Zhao, please don't make fun of me," I stopped, catching my breath. "I'd do anything to serve you, no matter how low I
have to go.

" "Hehehe," Sister Zhao laughed heartily, stomping hard on my shoulder. "Continue, my sex slave~ ah~"

I enveloped her vulva with my mouth, my tongue rapidly stroking her clitoris. She closed her almond-shaped eyes, no longer
speaking, her hands gently rubbing my hair. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of my tongue moving and my sucking,
occasionally punctuated by Sister Zhao's soft moans of pleasure.

Smack smack, smack smack, those lewd sounds, even to myself, made my lower body hard and swollen
.

"Almost there," Sister Zhao's soft moan came from above again. She lowered her leg from my shoulder and slowly pressed her hands
down on my head. "I want you to swallow it all."

I couldn't speak, so I just nodded vigorously, increasing the frequency of my tongue movements. "Ah, ah!"

*smack smack*

"Ahhhhh!"

I began to feel Sister Zhao's lower body trembling, so I supported her buttocks with my hands to prevent her from losing her balance after
her orgasm .

"It's coming! It's coming! Hmm~" Sister Zhao's body suddenly leaned forward, her left hand tightly gripping my hair,
her right hand pressing her buttocks against my face. Her legs began to convulse, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out,
all of it shooting onto my tongue. I swallowed it, coating it with saliva, leaving a salty and bitter taste in my mouth.

"Ah, that feels so good~"

Sister Zhao sat back on the sofa, her face flushed, slightly out of breath, her full breasts rising and falling. She spread
her legs and placed them on the edge of the coffee table, beckoning with her finger to her crotch. "Come here and lick it clean. I don't want my panties to be sticky.
"

I crawled over and buried my head in my hands, licking diligently. Sister Zhao lazily took out a cigarette from her handbag, lit it, took a deep
drag, and then leaned in to gently blow the smoke onto my face. The sweet smell was incredibly pleasant, and I
squinted and inhaled deeply.

Seeing my expression, Sister Zhao laughed. "Liu Wei, you really are a masochist. No wonder
you're so diligent when I ask you to do things at work. You like being bossed around."

"Sister Zhao, it depends on the person. I only like being bossed around by you. Other people at work aren't
as good at it when I ask them to do things, right?"

"Hmm, that's true." Sister Zhao leaned back comfortably, no longer speaking, still savoring the pleasure she had just experienced. I
gently licked every crevice between her legs clean.

Seeing that I was almost done, Sister Zhao wiped it again with a tissue, then hooked the underwear off the sofa back and
bent her leg to put it on. Suddenly, she glanced at me, a smirk playing on her lips. She stuffed the underwear into my shirt pocket,
patted it, and then lifted her rolled-up skirt to let it down. "This is for you, consider it your reward. Take it and deal with it yourself
. Remember what I said yesterday: if you want to be my slave, you have to find ways to please me, understand?"

"Yes, take care," I lowered my head. I wiped my mouth and left her office.

(II)

[My husband is away on a business trip for a week. He'll be at your house tonight.] My phone lit up, and the text message on the screen read like this.

[Okay, looking forward to it] I replied briefly.

[I brought you something nice, hehe] After Sister Zhao sent that message, she stopped replying to my texts, making me
both nervous and a little excited.

After work, we left our respective offices and got into her Buick Regal in the parking lot to drive to
my place. I was the driver, while Sister Zhao sat in the back seat, legs crossed, on the phone. She was probably calling her son, who was boarding
at high school, and they were just giving each other routine instructions. I looked at this woman through the rearview mirror. She was wearing
a fitted dark pinstripe business suit, flesh-colored pantyhose, and black stilettos that were half-dangling. She exuded a mature yet alluring charm, a
charm that radiated confidence. I was so captivated that I almost bumped into the back of the car in front of me. Luckily, I
reacted quickly and slammed on the brakes, but Sister Zhao still stumbled and hit the back of her seat. "Ah!"

"Sister Zhao, are you alright?" I stopped the car and quickly turned around to look at her.

*Slap!* A loud slap landed on my face, stinging and leaving me stunned.
I hadn't tasted a slap since I started high school. Looking at the angry woman in front of me, I
felt no anger at all. Instead, I felt an urge to make her slap me again. Sister Zhao was also stunned for a moment,
but then she acted as if nothing had happened, brushed her hair back, bent down to pick up her phone, and sat up straight. "Hello,
son, it's okay. The driver braked suddenly, it's alright, no one was hit..." She glared at me fiercely,
gesturing for me to continue driving. I quickly turned around, not daring to look back again.

After a while, Sister Zhao hung up the phone, and the car was silent except for the sound of the engine.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it feels good."

"Alright, your face is all red. Stop pretending. I was just angry for a moment."

"Sister Zhao, really, you hit me really well. I quite liked it."

"You're so mean. Well, I won't hold back in private from now on. To be honest, that slap felt pretty good."

"If you like it, Sister Zhao, you can train me more in the future, hehe."

"That depends on your performance."

The awkward atmosphere was blown away just like that. I parked the car downstairs at my apartment building with ease.
I took Sister Zhao to a sushi restaurant downstairs for a bite to eat. When we came back, Sister Zhao took a paper bag from the trunk and
followed me into the house.

"Quite tasteful, not bad." Sister Zhao walked around the house in her high heels. Although she saw the shoe cabinet
by the door , she didn't say anything and came in.

"Have a seat. I'll pour you a drink."

"Hmm, I'm going to the bathroom." Sister Zhao smiled mysteriously and went inside with the paper bag.

I was certain the paper bag contained something "good" she had prepared for me, but I didn't dare ask. My curiosity, however, was
piqued.

"How is it? Pretty, isn't it?" I was pouring wine when a voice came from behind me. I turned around and
froze for the second time today. Sister Zhao, dressed in a black patent leather outfit, stood before me. Her full, long legs were clad in over-the-knee boots.
The pantyhose inside the boots were also flesh-colored, but I was certain it wasn't the same pair from earlier that day, because the
crotch of these stockings was empty. Yes, nothing at all, just a neatly trimmed pubic hair clinging to her labia. Sister Zhao's
hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore lipstick, looking utterly alluring.

I stared at Sister Zhao, unmoving. Her eyes crinkled, watching me with amusement; my
reaction clearly pleased her.

"Speak!" Her voice suddenly turned cold and sharp.

"Ah," I snapped out of my daze, blushing slightly. "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"

"Hahaha," Sister Zhao laughed, amused by my reaction, her allure growing even stronger. It was then I realized my
genitals had completely revealed my feelings, making me even more embarrassed.

"What's there to be shy about? You've given me oral sex so many times, it's not like you haven't seen it before." Sister Zhao had loosened up by now
, walking to the sofa but not sitting down. Embarrassed, I quickly handed her the wine.

"Hmm," Sister Zhao took a sip, frowning slightly. "Red wine? I don't really like it." "Then I'll get you another one."

"No need, it's too wasteful, you drink it." Sister Zhao glanced at me. I reached for the glass, but she slapped my
hand away, then tilted her head back and took a small sip herself.

"You're not... ah!" Sister Zhao grabbed my hair, bringing it close to her face.
A pale red liquid dripped slowly from her mouth. I stared blankly into her eyes, my mouth unconsciously opening. Sister Zhao
was satisfied, her eyes crinkling.

The red wine flowed slowly, then quickly, then slowly, until it all ended up in my mouth. The pale red liquid
turned white saliva before I even realized what was happening. I was just staring blankly at the woman above me—no, the
goddess.

"Is it good?" Sister Zhao released my hair and patted my face. "Glug, good, good!" I hadn't
actually tasted anything. To respond to Sister Zhao, I quickly swallowed what was in my mouth.

"Hehe, then drink some more." This time, Sister Zhao took a big gulp, but instead of offering it
to , she smiled and watched me, letting the wine drip directly onto the floor. This time, I reacted quickly,
kneeling down in front of Sister Zhao and starting to lick the red wine off the floor.

"Liu Wei, just seeing you like this makes me wet down there." Sister Zhao's words made me even harder.

Just as I was about to lick it clean, another spray of wine was poured over me, directly onto Sister Zhao's boots and splashing
all over my face. "She really knows how to have fun," I couldn't help but think, my tongue tracing its way up the floor to Sister Zhao's boots. Her
boots must have been brand new; they smelled of leather oil, and combined with the red wine, I actually
felt a little tipsy. Sister Zhao didn't move her left leg, placed the wine on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa, silently watching me
clean her boots.

I quickly finished cleaning the boots and the surrounding wine. Just as I was about to look up, Sister Zhao's right boot
stepped on the back of my head. "Don't rush, I haven't licked the heel yet ."
The pressure on my head wasn't heavy, but rather teasingly twisted. "Liu Wei, do you know when a woman is most sexy?" Sister Zhao took
a sip of red wine, increasing the pressure on her foot. "It's when she has everything under her control, hehehe,
or you could say, under her feet."

"Sister Zhao, you're always the most beautiful in my eyes." I stretched out my tongue, diligently licking Sister Zhao
's boot heel, but her other foot wasn't going to let me have it so easy, the sole grinding against my cheek.

"You're quite the smooth talker. Tell me, how many young girls have you tricked into bed?"

"You're my only goddess, I don't even look at other women." That was the truth. Ever since my sexual awakening, I
've been fascinated by mature women around 40. The first time I saw Sister Zhao, I was attracted by her mature
aura —intellectual, elegant, and completely at ease with everything. Back then, I fantasized about
being bossed around by a woman like that. Now, being trampled under her feet, I can say my dream has been more than fulfilled. As for other women,
I wouldn't even give them a second glance.

Sister Zhao, unaware of my inner thoughts, started digging her heel into my face. Fortunately, she controlled the force well enough
not to make me uncomfortable.

"I've been watching a bit of the movies on your external hard drive in the office these past few days. Okay, let's move up." Sister Zhao
removed her foot from my head and made me lick up the top of her boot, saying, "I still prefer the Western series."

"Why? They're wilder?

" "That's part of it, but that's not the main point."

"Then what are you slurping about?"

"It's the women you're enjoying?"

"Women?" I stopped and looked at Sister Zhao. She smiled and stared back at me. "Yes, in these kinds of movies,
the female protagonists mostly enjoy it. The men are just tools for sexual release. The movie ends with the woman's orgasm. Japanese movies
are different." Sister Zhao snorted disdainfully and brought her boot to my mouth. "Who told you to stop? Anyway, Western
movies make me wet very quickly. I always imagine myself as one of those white women, with a blond,
blue-eyed man giving me oral sex..." Sister Zhao closed her eyes and began her fantasy. I could
see a trace of glistening love juice on her labia.

"Sister Zhao, do you need me to..."

"Get lost, your tongue is so dirty, how dare you touch me there?"

"Then I'll go brush my teeth and come serve you."

"Call me Master from now on," Sister Zhao suddenly said. "Call me whatever you normally would at the company.

" "Yes, Master." I really liked this title that gave me a sense of dominance.

"You, I'll call you Slave, adding a prefix depending on the needs. For example, right now, I'll call you Sex Slave
or Tongue Slave, understand what that means? Hmm?"

"Understood, I'll go brush my teeth now!"

"Not bad, go ahead, take out the paper bag I put in the bathroom, don't peek."

I brushed my teeth as quickly as possible, took the bag and went out, kneeling in front of the sofa, and as Sister Zhao asked
, I took off all but my underwear, my heart filled with excitement, my underwear bulging.

"Hehe, so excited to serve me?" Sister Zhao smiled and took out a small metal ring from the bag.
My heart sank when I saw it, what else could it be but a chastity belt?

"This is a gift I prepared for you, how about it, do you like it?"

I shook my head with a mournful face, looking at Sister Zhao with pitiful eyes. "Don't like it? Never mind then, I'll just find another
obedient slave." Sister Zhao was a little angry, but I could tell she was faking it. "Wear it, I'll wear it." I had no choice but
to compromise. To be honest, I'd seen these kinds of things in many films, but I'd never been a fan.

"Don't worry, you'll have regular releases, but that depends on your performance..." Sister Zhao leaned
over , pulled down my underwear, and grabbed my penis. A wave of tingling sensation washed over me. This was the first time Sister Zhao had directly grabbed
my genitals; it felt sudden, but also very comfortable.

Sister Zhao was an interesting woman. She was always very relaxed and open about sex, even a bit too familiar
, as if she didn't need any transition. The first time I gave her oral sex, she wasn't shy at all and enjoyed the whole process very
freely . It was the same when she came to my house this time. It felt like she already knew everything about me,
and everything was done with ease, while I was still like a virgin, completely at a loss. [Maybe this is why she's the master
and I'm the slave.] I thought to myself with a self-deprecating smile. Suddenly, my lower body tightened as Sister Zhao gripped my testicles tightly. "
What are you thinking? It's getting bigger and bigger. Do you think putting this on you will excite you? You're such a slut." Sister Zhao's
blunt insults made me excited, and my penis hardened again, though not very noticeably, she still noticed.
"So slutty!" She released my testicles and slapped my genitals. "Put it on yourself."

The moment I fastened the lock, I knew I had completely surrendered my sexual rights to Sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao took the key with satisfaction, put it away, and then poured out the last item from the paper bag: a
chain collar. "How is it? I bought it separately from the pet store. I said my dog was disobedient and needed a sturdy one
, so the shopkeeper gave me this one. Do you like it?"

"Mmm," I started to get excited again, and my penis began to swell. Perhaps Sister Zhao had specifically chosen a large
chastity belt (or maybe she overestimated my size), it wasn't as constricting as I had imagined, but the cold feeling
was still a bit uncomfortable.

I knelt down and stretched my neck out. Sister Zhao leaned over to adjust the buckle around my neck. Her faint
perfume smelled wonderful; this was the true scent of a woman…

“Does it smell good?” Sister Zhao immediately saw through my thoughts and asked me with a smile, while also fastening the buckle
. She tugged at it so I could feel it; it was just right, not too loose or too tight.

“Hmm, all set.” Sister Zhao tilted her head and looked at me, her eyes narrowing with a mischievous smile. “Now it’s your turn
.” She paused, “tongue slave,” then tucked the dog leash under her right leg and slowly pulled my head toward her crotch
…

(III)

Friday afternoon, most of my colleagues had left early to enjoy the weekend. For me, a bachelor,
this ordinary Friday was an extraordinary day.

“Manager Liu, aren’t you going home yet? The office is empty.”

“I have a report for General Manager Zhang on Monday, so I’ll work overtime for a bit.”

“You haven’t looked too well lately. Take care of yourself.”

“Thank you. I’ll be fine after this busy period. See you on Monday.” Watching Lao Qu walk out of the office,
I was finally the only one left.

Ever since Sister Zhao visited my house, this hard thing in my pants hasn't been removed.
Excluding that night, it's been ten days. The first few days were okay, just a little pain in the mornings, but after four or
five days, I started feeling something was off. I'm easily aroused, and girls who normally hold no
attraction look good. Seeing sheer stockings and high heels on the street excites me. Not to mention
that video Sister Zhao sent me…

It was filmed by her phone, showing only my head, her lower body, and her pleasurable
moans as narration. Seeing that video is torture every time, but I've watched it
at least .

Sister Zhao is going to Beijing on a business trip with Mr. Zhang on Wednesday. She texted me at noon, saying her flight back to Shanghai was in the afternoon, and told me to
wait for her at the company after work. She said if I behaved well, she'd allow me to ejaculate.

What does "behave well" mean? My mind is a complete mess right now. I'll just have to play it by ear and do whatever Sister Zhao tells
me to do.

It was 7:30 PM when my landline rang. I grabbed it immediately, my voice trembling. "Hello?"
"How are you? Did you miss me?" Sister Zhao's voice came through, her tone calm.

"Sister Zhao, you're finally back! I missed you so much!"

"Hehe, missed me? Or missed this key?" I guessed Sister Zhao was fiddling with
the key .

"Of course it's you." Actually, I wanted both, but I had to be smart at this point. "

Hehe, is that so? You'll find out soon enough. Come to my office." The last sentence had become a
command .

I hung up and rushed over. Sister Zhao's office was at the far end of a large office building, but it
was empty at the moment. I stopped at her office door, took a deep breath, calmed my excited emotions, and knocked.

"Come in," Sister Zhao's voice came.

I pushed the door open. Her suitcase was by the door; it seemed she had come directly to the company after getting off the plane. Sister Zhao
was sitting at her desk looking at her computer, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white shirt, looking exceptionally
intellectual. She glanced at me, smiled, and I felt myself instantly become erect.

"Little slave," Sister Zhao immediately changed her address, "I've been so tired these past few days, I'm exhausted."

"Master, where are you tired? Let me give you a massage," I immediately fawned over her.

"Here," Sister Zhao leaned back in her leather swivel chair, pointing directly below. I didn't react
immediately , because she was pointing right between her legs.

"Come here," Sister Zhao grabbed my tie, whispered in my ear, "Are you thinking about
something ?"

"Sister Zhao, no…"

*Slap*, Sister Zhao lightly slapped me. "This is a lesson. If you do it again, it won't be so light."

"Master," I suddenly realized, quickly correcting myself, "I was wrong, Master."

"Let's start with your feet," Sister Zhao turned the swivel chair slightly to the left, creating
a large gap between her calves and the desk, then looked at me.

I wisely squeezed in, and Sister Zhao returned to her original position. Fortunately, Sister Zhao's desk was wide enough that I
didn't feel cramped curled up inside.

"I've been exhausted these past few days, and I still have some materials to prepare, so please bear with it for now," Sister Zhao said, moving
her high heels forward slightly. "There's a bit of a smell... but I'm sure you'll like it."

A pungent smell of sourness and sweat wafted over, mixed with a hint of perfume. I was almost
obsessed with this smell, wishing I could inhale it all. Sister Zhao was amused by my expression and patted my head.
"Last night… um, I was too tired. I didn't wash my socks, and I walked all day today."

"Master, I love whatever you smell like." I took Sister Zhao's feet out of her high heels. Her feet
were warm inside, and the sweat smell was even stronger. I held them in my arms and gently massaged them, like they were
my children.

"Good boy, I'll give you a reward later." Sister Zhao stepped on me, then used the momentum to push her swivel chair forward,
completely blocking me under the desk. The office returned to silence.

I massaged Sister Zhao's feet and calves under the desk for half an hour. Sister Zhao seemed to
have finished with her materials, but she didn't let me leave. She simply untied the straps of her stockings, pulled them down to her knees, and had me
hold them in my mouth while she slowly pulled them off.

"Come on," she said, crossing her legs and placing one foot near my mouth, rubbing her toes. "Now you're my foot slave
."

This was the first time I'd ever licked a woman's foot, and it was my goddess, which thrilled me immensely. I solemnly
lifted her foot, like tasting a cherry, opening my mouth and placing her big toe in the center, but not
closing it. Instead, I let my saliva slowly overflow, then placed my tongue under her big toe,
tightly and sucking.

"Ah~" Zhao Jie groaned involuntarily. "Good licking, keep going, eat the dirt between her toes too."

Zhao Jie's feet weren't small, probably around size 39, but the shape was beautiful, especially her toes,
each one long and slender. Because she often wore high heels, she had some varicose veins on the instep, but because of her fair skin, it didn't
detract from her beauty. My tongue traced the skin on Sister Zhao's feet, down to her heels, and I gently bit the dead skin with my teeth before
swallowing To be honest, these things would normally be disgusting to me, but in this moment, I
accepted them all with a smile, simply because they belonged to Sister Zhao.

Just as I was removing Sister Zhao's other stocking, footsteps sounded outside the office. Sister Zhao nudged
me, signaling me to be quiet, then sat up and looked at the computer screen.

The footsteps stopped at the door, followed by a knock. "Come in."

"Still here?" It was General Manager Zhang's voice. He was the company's vice president, in charge of my and Sister Zhao's department.

"I haven't finished the materials for Monday yet," Sister Zhao replied with a smile, without getting up.

"Just passing by, saw your office light was on, thought I'd drop by."

"It's getting late, your wife must be getting impatient."

"Seeing you makes me not want to go home anymore." Mr. Zhang's tone suddenly softened, but those words struck me like
a bolt from the blue "Ugh, what are you saying in the office?" Sister Zhao sounded a little embarrassed.
"What's there to be afraid of? There's no one else around." Mr. Zhang, of course, didn't know I was under the table, and continued, "How was it
? I've been pretty good these past few days, haven't I?" His tone held a hint of smugness. I was filled with anger, unsure whether it was for Mr. Zhang
stealing my affections, for Sister Zhao's betrayal, or for myself.

"Hmm, better than anyone I've ever seen." Deep down, I hoped Sister Zhao's words were just flattery.

"Let's do it again, I really can't live without your body."

"Mr. Zhang, please have mercy on me, these past few days have been exhausting, my legs are weak, and down there… it's all numb
." As Sister Zhao said this, she brushed her foot against my cheek, and I suddenly realized that Sister Zhao's initial
hint really was referring to that area!

My mind was a mess. First, I'd discovered their affair; second, if Mr. Zhang really went to
do it with Sister Zhao here, would I be discovered?

Just then, a phone rang, and the office suddenly fell silent. Mr. Zhang answered; I could
hear a woman's voice on the other end, probably his lover, urging him to go home.

"Okay, okay, I know, I'm on my way, don't rush me," Mr. Zhang impatiently hung up, his tone
suddenly softening. "Ru, I'll be going now, our business..."

"Don't worry, I don't want to make a fuss," Sister Zhao stood up, seemingly to see him off.

"That's good, I'm leaving, don't stay out too late." Then came the sound of the door closing, and after the footsteps outside
faded away, I could hear the door locking and Sister Zhao's high heels clicking inside. I remained huddled
under , unsure how to face Sister Zhao.

"Come out," a pair of legs appeared before me.

I crawled out, stood in front of Sister Zhao, and stared at her without speaking, expressing my resentment.

"Oh, what's wrong? My little slave's throwing a tantrum?" Sister Zhao laughed, pinching my cheek. "
You're jealous because you know about my relationship with Mr. Zhang?"

"Sister Zhao, when did you two...?" *Slap!

* A slap landed on my face. "M-Master, when...did you get together?"

"We weren't together, just temporary fuck buddies for the last two days.

" "And after..."

"After? That depends on fate. Hmph, Old Zhang doesn't do much foreplay, but his thing is pretty big and
lasts a long time...no wonder his wife's been urging him to come home." Sister Zhao's blunt praise of another man's
sexual prowess made me feel awkward, even ashamed. I unconsciously lowered my head. Sister Zhao seemed a little
unsatisfied, continuing, "If it weren't for that phone call just now, we might have done it right here." Sister Zhao slapped
the table. "You can only squat down and listen, hehehe." Hearing these humiliating words, my lower body involuntarily
hardened. But Sister Zhao was engrossed in her own fantasy and didn't notice, or perhaps she didn't care.

"Master, can I ejaculate today?"

"What's the rush?" Sister Zhao, interrupted, glared at me with displeasure. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she said
with a wicked smile, "Letting you ejaculate isn't impossible, but I have a condition."

"What condition?" I had no idea what she was up to.

"I'll give you the key, but," Sister Zhao took a knotted condom from the drawer, held it between her
fingers and waved it at me, "you can only take it out with your tongue."

Sister Zhao wanted me to use my tongue to retrieve the key from a pile of semen? I thought I misunderstood, but when I saw the key inside
the condom , I no longer doubted it.

"I was going to let you guess whose it was, but it seems I can skip that step, hehe." Sister Zhao held
the condom to my nose; it smelled fishy. "Slave, you must satisfy my physical needs, and you must satisfy all my
sexual fantasies, no matter how...perverted they are. You are there to satisfy me, understand?"

"Understood." I felt like I had lost the ability to think. Looking at the condom in front of me, my mouth
slowly opened.

"Come on, taste the master's flavor first." Sister Zhao smiled and gently placed the condom on my tongue,
then moved it back and forth, letting my tongue fully contact the condom. "

Hahaha, is it good?" Sister Zhao was amused by my appearance and used the condom to guide my tongue to move back and
forth. "Come on, suck it."

I closed my eyes, enduring the nausea, and sucked the condom into my mouth. The salty and bitter taste filled my mouth.

"Warm them up in your mouth, so your stomach won't hurt when you drink them later, hahahaha."

I closed my eyes, not daring to imagine how pathetic I looked. Suddenly, I heard a click. I opened my eyes and saw
that it was Sister Zhao patting me. "Liu Wei, you're so shameless. I never imagined you could be this shameless," Sister Zhao
shook her head. "I just wanted to test you, so I grabbed a condom. I never expected you to actually
put it in your mouth. This is for fucking, and it has other men's semen inside. You're so shameless, you slut!"

Tears welled up in my eyes. I had completely abandoned my dignity and knelt down,
the condom still in my mouth. I said, "Master, this slut is willing to do anything. As long as you're happy, you can humiliate me however you want without
a single complaint."

"To have gone this far, it seems you truly belong to me," Sister Zhao sighed. Then she took
a pair of scissors from the pen holder, removed the condom from my mouth, cut the knot, and then pinched the lower part, looking down at
me with hesitation in her eyes.

"Master, I'm willing," I wiped away my tears and swallowed. I was truly willing
to do anything for this woman, even die, let alone swallow someone else's semen.

"Open your mouth!" Sister Zhao was moved by my determination. What was originally a playful form of discipline turned into an
unavoidable ritual. I knelt before my queen like a medieval knight, receiving her baptism.

The taste of semen traveled down my tongue, stimulating my nerve endings and reaching my brain—bitter, salty, and
a foul, fishy smell that made me frown and close my eyes.

Then, a metallic sensation appeared on my tongue—a key! My ten days of suffering were finally
coming to an end . I cried uncontrollably, but dared not open my mouth, only sobbing and letting the tears stream down my cheeks.

At this moment, Sister Zhao squatted down, first removing the lip gag from my lips, then wiping away
my tears with her hands, and hugging me. "Liu Wei, thank you."

"Waaaaah..." At this moment, I really looked like a comical character. My emotions had completely collapsed, but because
I had I dared not cry out loud. Being held in
the arms of a beautiful woman, I could only let out sobbing moans...

After a while, my emotions had calmed down, and I slowly swallowed the semen in my mouth. Sister Zhao
took the key out of my mouth, poured a cup of hot water for me to rinse my mouth.

"You've been holding it in for so many days, you must be exhausted," Sister Zhao said gently, her jade-like fingers stroking my testicles
. Then she used the key to unlock the chastity belt. Because my genitals were still in a normal state, I could only feel a sense of relief at the base of my
testicles , and then I heard the sound of Sister Zhao throwing the chastity belt on the ground.

"Master, I..."

"Call me by my name now." It was clear that Sister Zhao was a little tired and wanted
to rest for a while from her role as the mistress.

"Sister Zhao," I changed my address, "how about I serve you?"

"Hehe, you little rascal, back to normal?" Sister Zhao smiled gently. "I'm a bit tired today. Take
me home. You don't need to wear that thing this weekend. Let loose, but don't overdo it.
Young people should cherish their health

." "Okay," I replied, slightly disappointed, but seeing Sister Zhao's tired figure, I couldn't bear to make any more requests…
…

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