The private life of female white-collar workers

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I've been in a bad mood lately.

I've worked in the sales department of this privately-owned medical device company for five years, and I'm arguably the most senior employee in this branch with only eight people, and my performance has been excellent. I've always hoped to be promoted to department manager, but the position was vacant for two months after the previous manager left.

This week, the head office in Nanjing suddenly transferred a young man six years younger than me to be the manager, bypassing me. Headquarters not only made me take orders from this young man but also asked me to help him get familiar with the situation as quickly as possible.

I'm already over 30 years old. I graduated from junior college eight years ago and worked several jobs before finally finding this job five years ago. This company has grown rapidly, and my monthly salary has increased from 1,000 yuan to 4,700 yuan. I've put all my effort into my work, hoping to become a manager. But now that dream is gone again. How am I going to explain this to my wife?

My wife, He Liling, is my pride and joy. Liling is a middle school teacher, two years younger than me, 170 cm tall, and has a stunning figure. Liling is beautiful and sexy, with fair, jade-like skin and long, flowing black hair that cascades over her shoulders like a waterfall. I especially love her eyes; they're large and sometimes look innocent, sometimes alluring, often leaving me mesmerized.

I also love looking at her feet in sandals in the summer. In the instant she lifts her foot to walk, I can see how snow-white and rosy her heels and soles are. At that moment, I wish I were those sandals, so I could kiss her beautiful, elegant feet all the time.

To outsiders, Liling is a proper and upright woman. Although she's already 30, she's still confident in her sexy and beautiful appearance, but she hides these qualities very well: at work, she wears glasses, dresses conservatively, and has a cold, unapproachable expression, which makes many men who want to approach her hesitant to pursue her. Even those who do try, she rejects without hesitation. At home, however, I'm completely obedient to her and dare not disobey her in the slightest. She married me mainly because I pursued her relentlessly back then.

I'm not a fickle, easily tempted man; I'm not only loyal to my wife, but also quite afraid of her. Four years into our marriage, my love for her hasn't faded; I still love her very much. I love her to the point of being completely obedient to her, treating her words as gospel; a frown from her fills me with dread; a command from her is my duty; a smile from her fills me with joy.

I'm a rather timid person, but sometimes I feel I'd give up my life for Aili Ling. And later, she almost killed me, but that's a story for later.

Going back to the days when I first met her, on our first date, I took her to a revolving restaurant in the best hotel for Western food. After taking her home, she said goodbye and turned to go inside, but I pulled her back, embraced her, and kissed her in the fragrant night.

After three months of dating like this, she was mine; she gave me her virginity. That night, I buried my face in her shoulder, gently rubbing my cheek against hers, filled with endless tenderness. I proposed to her, and she didn't refuse. She only made two demands: first, that I not interfere in her private life after marriage—whatever she did, it was none of my business; second, that I obey her every whim and fulfill her requests. If I couldn't, she could leave me at any time.

Although I knew these demands were a bit excessive, looking into her excessively beautiful and alluring eyes, and thinking about being with my goddess every day after marriage, my bones almost melted. How could I possibly refuse her requests!

Six months later, we got married. I used all my savings for the down payment and then took out a loan from the bank to buy a seven- or eight-square-meter two-bedroom apartment.

On our wedding night, at 27, I was still a virgin.

That evening, after finishing all my other chores, my wife and I went to bed. It was the first time we'd shared a bed, and I was incredibly excited. My dream of several years was finally about to come true. I knelt on the bed and kissed my beautiful wife, who lay quietly, passionately, from her face to her neck, her high breasts, her shapely buttocks, all the way to her snow-white, rounded toes. Finally, I moved my lips to her most mysterious and wanton vulva and kissed it wildly… The first year of our marriage was blissful. We had a period of time when we were inseparable, like honey and glue. I doted on my new wife then, taking care of all three meals a day so she wouldn't get tired. I, who was usually lazy, became very diligent when I was with my wife, mopping the floor, wiping the table, making the bed, and keeping our little nest always impeccably tidy.

I spoiled her in every way, giving her all of my salary. Because I was always worried that, faced with all sorts of excellent men, my wife might be tempted to leave me. To be honest, I felt somewhat unworthy of Liling. I'm only 1.68 meters tall, plain-looking, and very thin. I have neither money nor connections. This sense of inferiority has plagued me since we got married, which is why I work so hard, determined to succeed.

Liling is a very clean person. Not only does she dress neatly and beautifully, but her room is always spotless. She did the cleaning for the first year of our marriage, but afterwards, the housework fell to me, and she was extremely critical of my performance.

Liling appears simple and honest on the surface, but deep down, a rebellious fire burns within her. A year into our marriage, we sometimes bickered over small things, but they were always minor arguments, and I always lost. For four years of marriage, she not only always had the upper hand, but she was also the one who started the problems, often unexpectedly throwing tantrums when things were calm. In

the third year of our marriage, I clearly noticed a change in her. She often targets me, frequently arguing and making a scene over trivial matters, giving me a huge headache. I've noticed she often sits silently by herself, never sharing her worries with me. She rarely does housework; when she does cook, the kitchen is a complete mess, with things left lying around as they're used. I always silently put things back in their place.

In the past year, she's even slapped me sometimes, but I never fight back. I don't dare, and I don't want to; I think it's all because she spoiled me. We haven't had children yet, and I don't know if it's her problem or mine.

Before marriage, I always joked about how "a wife is fiercer than a tiger," but in just four years, I've fully experienced the power of my wife's iron-fisted household rules. She forbids me from secretly saving more than twenty yuan, flirting with female colleagues, deleting text messages from my phone, and doing housework without complaint.

These are the facts, evidenced by my empty wallet, my agile figure in the kitchen, and a whole bunch of well-written guarantees.

The new manager, Xia Lei, is only 26 years old, from Shanxi Province. He's a university graduate, quite tall, about 1.75 meters, handsome, fair-skinned, and always impeccably dressed with a meticulously cut hairstyle, exuding youthful energy, but he's also very arrogant. What

made me uncomfortable was that he immediately started bossing me around, ordering me around, and I had no choice but to swallow my anger; clearly, he didn't respect me at all. We have a salary secrecy system, but I accidentally discovered that he actually earns 7200 yuan. I told Liling about it, and she also felt indignant on my behalf.

He demanded that I reveal my customer base, sales network, and supply channels to him. The negotiation skills I had accumulated in business were quickly and completely exposed to Xia Lei.

One weekend, the sales department held a banquet for new and old customers with a lucky draw, and family members were also invited to participate. I went with Liling, and Manager Xia was very attentive to Liling, which made me very uncomfortable. Because I was busy greeting guests, I didn't look after Liling for a while. After a while, I found her standing in a corner of the lobby, chatting animatedly with Manager Xia.

When I got home that evening, I asked Liling what they were talking about.

"Nothing much, just casual conversation," Liling replied dismissively.

"Old Jiang, your wife is very beautiful!" Manager Xia said to me on Monday. I forced a smile, but felt a pang of unease, not happiness, but sadness. Xia's words made me very uncomfortable. I worried he would seduce Liling, and if he really did, I was clearly no match for him.

I became even more subservient to Liling. Actually, I'm not only afraid of my wife, but I also have some masochistic tendencies. Since childhood, I've longed to be dominated by tall, strong women and enjoyed serving beautiful women. Before marriage, my sexual fantasies included licking the genitals and buttocks of beautiful women, but those were just fleeting psychological reactions driven by lust, not lasting, and usually disappeared after ejaculation.

在心灵深处，我只是需要被支配，被侮辱的感觉，因为在两性的接触中，这种感觉是我最害怕的。在一定程度上我是性受虐待迷。

刚到这家医疗器械公司时，我曾经将公司的女老总当作手淫的对象，那是一个魅力十足的成熟女人，三、四十岁，名叫刘丽君。刘总身材高挑，甚至比我还高，至少有一米七十的样子，但我不敢肯定，因为每次看她，都是低着头。

她体态匀称，腰身苗条，臀部高耸，加上两条长腿，真是性感异常。特别是她高贵的气质、幽雅的风度和她的权势使她自然而然的成为我暗中意淫的偶像。

虽然结婚后，手淫减少了，但很长一段时间，像儿时对手淫的困惑一样，幻想受虐待释放后的空白和解脱也是我内心深处一个最阴暗的秘密。

例如，我最经常的幻想是自己一丝不挂的跪在刘总的家门前，门开了，她随随便便穿着睡衣，彷彿我是一条狗，很自然的将手中的狗链挂在我脖子上的项圈上，牵着让我爬进去。

在刘总的家里，她斜坐在一张由奴隶蜷身绑扎做成的椅子上，有一个奴隶正给她舔脚，另一个奴隶给她舔穴。在她旁边还趴着一个奴隶，她正用手中的皮鞭狠抽那奴隶的后背。刘总让我躺在她脚下，用她那双洁白如雪的妖娆赤脚夹住我的阴茎不停地揉搓……

想到这，我就忍不住射了，一片茫然，每次冲动之后，留给自己的是疲惫和无奈，连同我的大脑一起射进内裤里，一切都不再重要。她的样子对我而言也不再是高高在上的女老闆，我也从一条狗又变成人，也许，这正是我不断要手淫的原因——让自己恢复理智，恢复些尊严。

结婚后，我渐渐将自己的老婆神化，并愿意服侍她。最近两年来，我和丽玲开始玩些包括sm的花样。丽玲绝对不能接受被虐待，所以她总是虐待我的主动方。虽然她似乎并不特别热衷于sm，但她喜欢我服从她，听她的摆布，为她口交，而我有时会非常想舔她的肛门，但又有些不敢，怕老婆嘲笑我，毕竟做丈夫的自尊还在。

但有些夜里，我会不自觉地在睡梦中钻到她的屁股下面舔她的屁眼，第二天早晨，老婆会狠狠地挖苦我，说我有些变态。我当然要为自己辩护，说能够体验各种性刺激才算没白做一次男人。

被她发现自己的隐蔽嗜好后，我倒坦然起来，下次做爱时便主动试着舔她的屁股。记得我头一次舔她的屁股时，她一边笑，一边收紧屁眼，十分难为情的样子，但渐渐地，她开始习惯接受我的各种口舌服务，而且挺希望我舔她的屁眼。

其实，老婆丽玲也是加剧我受虐倾向的原因之一。在结婚时我对丽玲也不是完全了解，只知道她的脾气很大，只要对我稍有不满便会大声喝骂，有时被她喝骂时我也想还口，但一看到她愤怒的眼神和漂亮的面孔我便会心软下来忍着。她知道我怕她，所以经常拿离婚来吓唬我。

另外，丽玲是一个女权思想很重的女孩，经常会跟我讨论一些她认为男女之间不公平的事，不论事情的性质是什幺，我也会赞同她，可能是这样才令她越来越霸道，也才使自己今天弄成这副样子。

还记得新婚蜜月期间，我们性交时，经常是我达至高潮射精后，丽玲还未满意，她对此极为不满，说我是一个性无能，不能满足她，要我用舌头舔她，一直舔到她满意为止。

后来，我的性交能力有了提高。但她的性慾更强，有时我要足足舔她一个小时她才会满意，接着她便一脚把我踢下床要我出厅睡。过了几天，丽玲要求我和她做爱，但要我先为她口交，我用舌头一下一下舔她的下体，她很兴奋，流出很多白色的分泌，分泌带有腥味，我忍受着，甚至吞下她不少分泌。

她要我舔了她近一个小时才让我插入她的身体，但不许我亲她的嘴，原因是我的嘴刚为她口交很髒. 我心想，你竟然嫌我的口髒，但为什幺不会想到我直接用口舌为你口交会感觉更难过？

那次丽玲说勉强满意我的表现，从此每次性交（每次也是她提出，我每次提出时她经常会拒绝），她也会要我至少为她口交一小时以上，接着才可以和她性交，但一样是不能亲她的嘴和脸。另外有时在我为她口交时，若她已达至高潮的话，她甚至不会和我做爱。还记得这种情况第一次发生时是这样的：

丽玲说：“我够了，今晚不做了。”

“那我怎样？”我此刻正在慾火中烧。

“唔，你自慰吧，我今晚批準你自慰。但若给我发现你没有我批準而偷偷自慰的话，我们便立即离婚。”

我犹豫着。

“怎幺样？不需要解决？那我便把批準收回了。”

“不，不……我要解决。”

“那便立即躺到地上去自慰！”

我躺在地上自慰起来，感觉很屈辱，丽玲还要把刚才脱下的髒内裤盖在我的口鼻上。

“不要说我对你不好，你闻着我内裤上的气味幻想和我做爱吧，很刺激的！

还有，你今晚出厅睡吧，我先睡了。“

接着丽玲便眼角也没看我一眼地睡觉，而我自行解决后也出了客厅睡，从此我们便经常这样。

最近两年，我经常要睡客厅，这便是我的性生活，很糟吧？但日常生活也好不到那里，首先我的工资要全给丽玲拿去，她每天只给我很少的钱上班，仅足够搭车和中午吃一个廉价饭盒，连买一份报纸的钱也没有；下班后要立即回家做光所有家务。刚结婚之初我和丽玲是一人负责一半家务的，但很快她便要我负责所有家务，而现在已经成为我们不成文的规矩了。

丽玲的脾气很坏，起初只要对我稍有不满，便会对我大声喝骂，后来她甚至会冲来打我耳光，本来我想还手的，但总是心软下来忍受着。忍受着的后果便是令她变本加厉，她除了对我越来越兇外，更对我做出很多很过份的事。

记得有一天，我下班回到家中，而丽玲则出了街，到了差不多半夜才回来，而且还带有酒意倒坐在沙发。在我尚未问她去了那里时，她已先喝令我：“你，过来为我脱鞋！”

丈夫在外辛劳工作，妻子却只顾出街享乐，还要丈夫为她脱鞋，这是什幺道理？但可惜懦弱的我仍是走到她面前蹲了下来，为她脱去一双高跟鞋，心里还多少有一些兴奋。

“哈哈……我的脚是不是很美呢？”

她一边说一边把一只脚伸到我的面前，用脚对着我的头实在是很侮辱的事，我下意识地把头仰后。

“你缩？你是不是嫌我的脚臭？”

“没有，不是，你的脚很……美。”

“那你闻一下是不是很香？”丽玲再把脚伸到我的面前，我用手挡着，她大怒，举手打了我一记耳光。

“我是你丈夫，你为什幺这样对我？”

“I’ll do whatever I want to you! I want you to smell my feet now. I order you to put your nose on the soles of my feet. If you don’t, we’ll get a divorce immediately. One, two…” Before Liling could even count to three, I had already put my nose on the soles of her feet. I smelled some foot sweat and felt that her feet were a little damp and warm.

“Look at yourself, aren’t you being a masochist? Inhale harder!”

“Huff…huff…huff…”

“Tell me, aren’t my feet very fragrant?”

“Yes…very fragrant…”

“Really?”

“Yes, really fragrant.”

Liling stood up and took off her flesh-colored stockings in front of me. She raised her smelly feet, which had just been taken off the stockings, and placed them in front of my nose as I squatted down. This was definitely a very humiliating scene.

“You said they smelled good. I know you must really like the smell, but you’ve had enough. Now go and get a basin of water to wash my feet.”

I brought a basin of clean water, and Liling put her bare feet into the water. I washed her feet with my hands.

"I'm done washing."

"You idiot, go get your towel and dry my feet!"

I reluctantly grabbed my own towel and dried her feet. Liling took off her thong and threw it on the floor: "Tonight you have to wash my underwear and stockings by hand, then polish these shoes for me. You can only sleep after you're done, understand?"

Besides all the housework, every night I had to wash her underwear and stockings by hand and polish her shoes. Now I was no longer her husband, but her slave. She did whatever she wanted, whatever she wanted me to do, no matter how humiliating, perverse, or cruel it was.

Overall, our sex life after marriage was relatively harmonious. Liling had a strong sex drive, wanting it almost every night. I tried my best to satisfy her, afraid she would think I was inadequate. Actually, I was physically exhausted, so I had to give her oral sex, which she always liked.

In the past, she was always relatively gentle before asking me to perform oral sex, which gave me some face. But in the last two years, her attitude has changed. Her tone is always commanding. She not only orders me to lick her genitals, but even orders me to lick her buttocks, and of course, I have no choice but to comply. As a result, Liling often throws tantrums and always takes her anger out on me.

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