He became her private slave

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Speaking of my SM experience, I have to start with fetishism. I remember having this interest since I was very young. A long time ago, when I was in the first year of junior high school in my hometown, because my home was far from the school, I started boarding at school. It was the first time I could leave my parents and not have to listen to their orders every day, which made me very happy. At that time, I was full of curiosity about women and had an inexplicable attraction to them, but since I was in the countryside, I was too embarrassed to show it, which was really repressed. That's when I started masturbating. In the throes of adolescence, I had my first fetish experience.

Our Chinese teacher was a young man who had just gotten married. Since he had just started working, he and his wife lived in a one-bedroom apartment next to our dormitory. My Chinese teacher's surname was Yang, and his wife's name was Yin Shuyan. She was a teacher at the No. 1 Central Primary School in our town. At that time, she was about 24 years old and very beautiful. She was 166 cm tall, with a full, well-proportioned, and slender figure. Her features were extremely beautiful; she possessed not only feminine charm but also the elegance of an intellectual woman. Her skin was fair and elastic, and after marriage, she exuded a captivating femininity. In my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman among all the teachers' spouses at our school. However, the surrounding teachers, residents, and neighbors didn't seem to have a very good opinion of Yin Shuyan. They said she was arrogant, didn't like to interact with neighbors, would turn her head away as if she didn't see them on the street, and liked to dress extravagantly, which was detrimental to the image of teachers.

Regardless of what others thought of Yin Shuyan, in my heart, she was the most beautiful. At that time, Yin Shuyan became the object of my fantasies when I masturbated. Every day, I would take my English book and run to the wall opposite their house, pretending to read aloud, but actually wanting to see Yin Shuyan. I spent half a semester like that. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but in the second semester of my first year of junior high, I was elected as the class representative for Chinese (I was very good at Chinese). This gave me many more opportunities to interact with our Chinese teacher, Mr. Yang. He would often call me to his house after school to help him correct homework.

I remember one time, right after a unit test, around 4 p.m., Mr. Yang called me to his house and asked me to help him correct the objective questions at the beginning of the test paper; he would correct the essay himself. After less than half an hour, Mr. Yang said he had to go pick up his wife, Yin Shuyan, and asked me to correct the homework alone at his house. I nodded, and Mr. Yang pushed his bicycle out.

I calculated that it would take Mr. Yang about half an hour to go back and forth. Haha, I felt my chance had come. I mustered my courage and tiptoed to the back of their living room door, where they kept their shoes. I saw two pairs of women's shoes, one of which was the red high heels that Yin Shuyan often wore, and the other was a pair of white women's sneakers that she only wore when exercising. I knelt down and picked up a bright red high heel that was spotlessly clean. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. There were obvious stains from sweat inside the shoe. I buried my nose in the insole, and the smell of sweaty feet and leather assaulted my senses, instantly making my penis throb.

I stuck out my tongue and began licking inside Yin Shuyan's high heel. It felt as if I were licking Yin Shuyan's beautiful feet. My submissive nature was awakened in that instant. I suddenly wished I could live like this forever, licking Yin Shuyan's shoes every day, or becoming Yin Shuyan's shoes, letting her trample on me. After

licking both pairs for about 20 minutes, I tiptoed into their small bathroom, hoping to find Yin Shuyan's unwashed underwear there. Two basins sat on the triangular metal shelf in the bathroom, next to a red leather bucket with another basin on top. The moment I lifted the basin, I was stunned. Inside the bucket lay an unwashed red woman's panties and two pairs of Yin Shuyan's stockings. With trembling hands, I picked up the panties and immediately covered my mouth, inhaling deeply the faint scent of Yin Shuyan's body. Then I took the stockings, first smelling them, then putting them entirely in my mouth. I rolled up Yin Shuyan's panties, revealing some discharge on the genital area, not quite dry. I spat out the stockings and began licking the discharge with my tongue. At that moment, I felt it was the best thing I had ever tasted. While licking the panties, I pulled out my already rock-hard penis and began masturbating, rubbing it against Yin Shuyan's sexy stockings. Stimulated by Yin Shuyan's underwear and stockings, I ejaculated in just a few moments.

Just as I finished cleaning up the bathroom and sat down at the table to continue grading papers, I heard the sound of a bicycle and Yin Shuyan's laughter outside. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After that incident, Teacher Yang invited me to his house several times, and I even had the chance to lick his shoes again, and then there was the experience of secretly eating the sanitary napkins Yin Shuyan changed in the bathroom. Because I went so often, Yin Shuyan became quite familiar with me and often peeled apples for me. Every time I saw her, I was very nervous, so Yin Shuyan even told Teacher Yang, "You're a very shy student."

Later, by chance, I discovered I could drink Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water. That evening, after self-study, I went to the school toilet and passed by Yin Shuyan's house. Her door wasn't closed, and I saw her sitting in the living room washing her feet. I didn't dare look too much and walked past, but hid in the darkness not far from her house. Soon after, I saw Yin Shuyan come out with a basin of water and pour it into the drain not far from her door. This discovery... I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night. The next day, I carefully observed the location of the drain and realized I could do something about it. I found three large, tall glass bottles, washed them clean, and then found some bricks. I placed the three bottles on the slightly sloping cement bottom of the drain, arranging them in the best positions to collect as much of Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water as possible, and then secured them with the bricks.

That day, my mind wasn't on class at all; I couldn't wait for nightfall. Finally, evening self-study ended, and I grabbed a flashlight and ran to my destination. When I passed Yin Shuyan's house, I saw her washing her feet, just like the day before. Look— Yin Shuyan's life was very routine. I hid in the darkness, nervously waiting for her to come out and empty her foot-washing water. Soon, just like yesterday, Yin Shuyan came out carrying a basin to empty it. I watched as she, wearing

slippers, walked step by step to the drain where I had already laid an ambush and poured the basin of foot-washing water I had been longing to drink into it. After Yin Shuyan closed the door, I went to the drain and turned on my flashlight. I saw two bottles filled to the brim, steam rising from the openings. At that moment, I secretly praised myself as a genius; only a genius could drink Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water. As I picked up one bottle and poured the warm foot-washing water into my mouth, I secretly resolved to become Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water collector. In no time, I had drunk both bottles clean. In the aftertaste, I felt the taste was only slightly different from ordinary water... The water tasted a bit salty, but I didn't think the taste was the most important thing. What mattered was that I was drinking the water Yin Shuyan used to wash her feet. In the days that followed, drinking Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water became almost a mandatory part of my evening self-study routine. Sometimes I would use my lunchbox to pour out the water and use it to make steamed buns the next morning, or pour it into my teacup to drink in class, or use it to brush my teeth the next morning—but this didn't last long. After more than a year of this, Yin Shuyan and her friends got their own house and moved out of the school's public housing. I felt incredibly lost during that time.

Later, I went to high school and then university, and I stole some of my female classmates' underwear and stockings, but none of them left as a deep impression on me as Yin Shuyan. How I longed to drink Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water again! I dreamt countless times that I was Yin Shuyan's dog, drinking her foot-washing water and her urine every day, being her dog—perhaps God truly favored me, giving me the chance to reunite with Yin Shuyan.

After graduating from university, because I majored in political education, most of my classmates went back to become teachers. However, because my father's comrade-in-arms was the director of the county education bureau, I joined the bureau immediately after graduation. When the director introduced me in the meeting room, I could hardly believe it—Yin Shuyan was actually my colleague, and my department head! That night, thinking about the charming, womanly Yin Shuyan, barely in her early thirties, I couldn't sleep again, planning my future actions. In the days that followed, I called Yin Shuyan "Section Chief" every day. I learned that she got the job because of her family connections, and that she had divorced her husband, my middle school Chinese teacher, Mr. Yang, due to personality clashes, and was still single. Perhaps because I was Mr. Yang's former student, Section Chief Tang treated me quite well, often asking me to help her in her office, and frequently taking me out to dinner parties, saying that young men should broaden their horizons and make friends, as it would benefit their work and career development. Yin Shuyan was very capable at work, exuding the aura of a strong woman. I began to admire her even more, treating her orders as sacred decrees. Plus, I was a high-achieving student (I was an outstanding student in university; "talented" wouldn't be an exaggeration), handsome, 1.78 meters tall, and with a strong physique radiating youthful energy. Yin Shuyan treated me even better. On boring weekends, she would often invite me to go out for tea or coffee, and she even took me to her new home to see her paintings (Yin Shuyan loves landscape painting and is quite good at it). We practically became good friends; she called me her younger brother and called her Sister Yan. In informal settings, I always called Yin Shuyan Sister Yan.

One rainy weekend afternoon, Yin Shuyan called and asked me to come to her house. I went without bringing anything.

Pushing open the door, I found Yin Shuyan sitting on the sofa, looking at me with a strange expression. I stood there, completely at a loss. That day, Yin Shuyan was wearing a white dress and light red slippers on her fair feet, one leg crossed over the other. She was holding a cup, presumably drinking Nescafé, because I smelled it as soon as I entered.

Yin Shuyan continued to look at me with that strange gaze, without saying a word. I rubbed my hands, my face flushed, and nervously asked, "Sister Yan, is there something you need?" Yin Shuyan beckoned, picked up a small box, and said, "Come here, I have a gift for you. Open it and see if you like it." I said, "No, no, no, Sister Yan, how could I accept your gift? I've never given you a gift before. Just open it when I tell you to, what's with all the fuss?" Seeing Yin Shuyan speak to me so coldly for the first time, with an irresistible air of authority... I took the box and carefully opened it... The gift from Zi was like a thunderbolt, leaving me stunned. Yin Shuyan sneered, "Don't you like it? Isn't this what you've always wanted?" Holding the box, my face was redder than Guan Yu's, and I stammered, "Sister Yan, what, what's going on here, this, this—" "Stop pretending. Don't I know you? Back in seventh grade, you stole kisses on my underwear, stockings, sanitary napkins, and even drank my foot bath water. You think I didn't know? Actually, I knew about those things when you were eating my sanitary napkins back then—" "You think I'm stupid? The sanitary napkin I changed at noon had a huge hole in it when I got home that evening. You were the only one at our house then, so who else could have done it?" Yin Shuyan took a sip of coffee and continued, "Back then, I knew you had this kind of interest, but I didn't want to expose you, afraid it would affect your studies and future. I didn't expect that you would still have this interest after graduating from university, and it might even be stronger than before. Do you remember? On your very first day at the bureau, I could see the intensity of this interest in your eyes, so I tested you later. You shouldn't have forgotten, right? Once, I deliberately spat on a tissue in front of you and then put it in your office..." "In the trash can in the office, when I checked again after get off work in the evening, the tissue was gone. You secretly picked it up, didn't you? How did it smell? Ha, still trying to hide it from me." Hearing this, looking at the gift in the box—a sanitary napkin used by Yin Shuyan and stained with menstrual blood—I realized I was completely exposed to Yin Shuyan. Having ripped away the last shred of modesty in my heart, I had no self-respect left in front of Yin Shuyan (actually, I had long since lost my self-respect, and I was willing to lose it, but the pretense of modesty was still there). I knelt down with a thud, my head pressed to the ground, and whispered, "Sister Yan, I, I, I really, really like you. I'll do anything you ask. I'm willing to be your servant forever. Please don't tell anyone about this side of me." Yin Shuyan laughed and said, "Haha, you really want to be my servant? Okay, you can be my servant from now on. I'm very quiet in this big house all by myself. Come here after get off work, and every weekend too." "I agree you're not allowed to go anywhere. This is the first time I've ever met a scumbag like you in real life, which perfectly satisfies my sadistic tendencies." "Ah, you have sadistic tendencies?" I asked, not knowing whether I was happy or scared. Yes, my husband used to be your Chinese teacher, and he divorced me because he couldn't stand this about me. The reason I didn't expose you back then was because I felt excited seeing someone secretly collecting my foot-washing water from the sewer in a glass bottle every day, so I didn't expose you. "Sister Yin Shuyan told me proudly.

"Whenever I think about how valuable my foot bath water is, how it can make a young man so infatuated, drinking my foot bath water from the ditch every night regardless of wind or rain, and how he often steals kisses on my stockings, my underwear, and my sanitary napkins whenever he gets the chance, I feel very proud, it makes me feel superior. So, one time I even deliberately urinated into my foot bath water. That night, I even deliberately watched you through the window with a flashlight on, bending over and drinking my foot bath water and urine. At that moment, I felt like I reached a mental climax." Sister Yin Shuyan told me this.

"Crawl over here, I need that feeling now," Sister Yin Shuyan said in a commanding tone.

I crawled to Sister Yin Shuyan's feet, slightly raised my head, and Sister Yin Shuyan grabbed my hair, stepped on my neck with her foot, and pressed me to the ground. "Now lick my feet, lick them like my dog," Sister Yin Shuyan said, looking at me contemptuously.

I used my mouth to remove Sister Yin Shuyan's slippers, and my tongue began to lick her feet, which I had dreamt of countless times. Sister Yin Shuyan poured the remaining coffee from her cup onto her feet, laughing and saying, "Kid, I'm treating you to coffee like this today, do you like it?" "Yes, thank you, Sister Yin Shuyan," I replied obsessively. "

Okay, give me the gift I gave you," Sister Yin Shuyan instructed.

I handed her the box containing Sister Yin Shuyan's sanitary napkins, and continued to lick her feet, only to hear her spitting. After a while, Sister Yin Shuyan said, "Okay, you don't need to lick your feet anymore, try my gift." Sister Yin Shuyan threw the sanitary napkin, soaked with phlegm, on the ground, and I frantically picked it up, licking it frantically with my tongue.

Sister Yin Shuyan looked at my greedy appearance and said, "Haha, you're really born to be a dog, swallow it all."

Watching me swallow the sanitary napkin, Sister Yin Shuyan said, "Want to drink my pee too? I have so much now, I'd have to waste it in the bathroom if you didn't come." I nodded hurriedly, crawled between Sister Yin Shuyan's legs, and opened my mouth wide.

Sister Yin Shuyan put her two snow-white legs on my shoulders, pulled down her white lace panties, and her alluring vulva with its dark pubic hair was right next to my mouth. She swayed her hips and looked at me, saying, "Pretty, isn't it? Want to lick it?" I looked into Sister Yin Shuyan's captivating eyes and nodded my chin.

"Okay, lick my pussy first, lick it until I feel good, then I'll give you pee to drink."

I stuck out my tongue and licked Sister Yin Shuyan's alluring vulva. I felt like I was in heaven, I was so happy I almost fainted. As I licked, Sister Yin Shuyan started to wet down there. Sister Yin Shuyan put her legs on my face, looked down at me, and said, "It's so exciting to see you licking my genitals so passionately, hurry up, lick my water into your stomach."

Of course, I couldn't let such a wonderful nectar slip by. I sucked all of Sister Yin Shuyan's nectar into my mouth.

"Hmm, not bad. You're a really good dog. Your tongue is made for women's genitals. Come on, open your mouth and put it on my urethra. Master, I'll give you my urine to drink."

Following Sister Yin Shuyan's instructions, I put my mouth over her urethra. A stream of hot liquid entered my mouth, making me dizzy. After a while, Sister Yin Shuyan seemed to have a new idea. She stopped urinating and said, "I want you to drink my urine through your nose." Without saying a word, I put my nostrils to Sister Yin Shuyan's urethra. My eyes watched as the fleshy opening slowly opened, and a stream of urine poured into my nose. I tried hard to suck it in, but I couldn't take it anymore. I was choked by Sister Yin Shuyan's urine and coughed.

Sister Yin Shuyan slapped me and said, "Useless guy, you've wasted all my urine, you've made my floor dirty. I'm in a good mood today, I know you must really want to eat my poop, right?"

I could hardly believe my ears. All I could do was nod.

"But not much. She pooped once before you came, so there shouldn't be much now. Come on, go to my kitchen and get a plate."

Sister Yin Shuyan squatted on the sofa and defecated two golden, medium-sized, medium-thick droppings on the plate I brought her. Then she wiggled her buttocks and told me to lick them clean. I held her buttocks and licked all the droppings off her anus clean with my mouth. "Eat it quickly, it'll taste better," she said. "I want you to look at me while you put my droppings in your mouth, chew them, and then swallow them." I ate Sister Yin Shuyan's droppings according to her method. To be honest, I really liked eating that droppings. They weren't bad at all, and they even had a unique flavor. Especially eating her droppings under Sister Yin Shuyan's gaze and smile was a kind of mental torture and control, and it fascinated me.

Sister Yin Shuyan looked at me and said, "The way you eat my droppings is what I want. You make me deeply feel your cheapness and my nobility. My droppings can make you so forgetful. You're not even as good as my droppings. Your cheapness excites me. Today, I want you to have oral sex on me."

Sister Yin Shuyan brought a dildo from the bedroom and said, "I'll put this in your mouth. It's hollow in the middle, with holes on the top and sides. My vaginal fluid will flow into your mouth through those holes. Come on, lie down and tighten it."

After Sister Yin Shuyan helped me put the dildo on, she spread her legs and sat down in front of my mouth. I opened my eyes wide and watched as the dildo slowly, inch by inch, entered Sister Yin Shuyan's body. That scene was truly exciting; I still can't forget it to this day.

Sister Yin Shuyan began to move wildly up and down in my mouth. I felt a large amount of vaginal fluid flowing into my throat. My head and face were contorted under Sister Yin Shuyan's buttocks, but I didn't feel any pain because my mouth, even my life, was for Sister Yin Shuyan. Under her, I only felt pleasure, not pain.

That afternoon, Sister Yin Shuyan ejaculated three times in one go, and my mouth bled quite a bit. Afterwards, Sister Yin Shuyan used her urine to treat the inflammation.

In the days that followed, I became Sister Yin Shuyan's personal slave. I was happy, and Sister Yin Shuyan also told me that having me was a great blessing for her, because a woman like her needed a man like me.

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