Me being humiliated by my slutty wife

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To be honest, my wife is indeed very beautiful, and I love her very much. She was 163 cm tall, with fair skin, full breasts, a shapely bottom, and a slender waist. Her eyes were big and watery, and when she smiled, the corners of her mouth curved upwards, and her eyes held a hint of flirtatiousness. Someone as beautiful as her shouldn't have married someone like me. The reason she married me was partly due to Amin's own reasons. Amin was from the countryside, where women were supposed to get married by the age of twenty. But Amin was still single until she was twenty-three because of her terrible reputation. It was said that she had become somewhat notorious since she was sixteen, and many young men in the village would jokingly tease her. This was partly due to Amin's beauty, and partly due to her own flirtatiousness. It was said that she had three abortions between the ages of seventeen and eighteen. The fathers were said to be Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi from the neighboring villages. In any case, the fathers of these three children were definitely not the same person. When Amin was eighteen, her parents kicked her out of the house. She then went to a city and returned a few years later with a sum of money. Only then did her parents accept her back home and inquire everywhere to marry her off as soon as possible to avoid any more family scandals.

That's when I was introduced to Amin. I fell in love with her at first sight; such a beautiful person shouldn't be living in a rural area like this. When I heard stories about Amin from others, I didn't take them to heart. I was completely captivated by this woman's beauty, and I believed that a person's past didn't matter. As long as I could be happy with her in the future, what impact could the past have on me? A month after we met, I married Amin. After marriage, I took great care of Amin. In the first few days after our wedding, Amin would voluntarily do some housework, but after a few days, she stopped doing anything because she discovered that I loved to work. As soon as I got off work, I would start doing housework like a virtuous wife, and I did it very quickly. Of course, this was something I had practiced at Teacher Xu's house. I also told her that I didn't want her to do housework because I loved her and didn't want her delicate, fair hands to become rough from housework. I felt that it was a bit unfair for a beauty like Amin to live with someone like me. I should give more in every way; that would be fair to her. Amin was initially a little embarrassed, but she got used to it after a few days and was quite happy with it. She's always been a lazy person, and her life after marriage was basically like this: she slept until 11 or 12 every day, finished washing up around 1:00, ate the breakfast I prepared in the morning, watched TV, took a nap, went out for a walk, and then came home to watch TV while waiting for me to come home and cook. She didn't even buy groceries because I would buy them on my way home from get off work. My care for Amin was meticulous. At first, Amin was very grateful for my care, even a little embarrassed, but after one incident, she took it all for granted, and her attitude towards me completely changed. She even started ordering me around, criticizing my work, and would scold me for the slightest dissatisfaction, even slapping me at times. These things weren't Amin's fault; it was entirely my own doing.

Here's what happened: One day, after putting the groceries in the kitchen when I got home, I noticed Amin had her feet propped up on the coffee table while watching TV. Worried that it might hurt her feet on the hard surface, I took my own pillow and placed it under her feet. When Amin asked why I was using my own pillow, I said it would bring her more good fortune. "Aren't you afraid my feet will bring you bad luck?" she asked. "No," I replied, "how could such beautiful feet bring bad luck? I think they'll only bring me good fortune." As I said this, my penis suddenly became erect. Amin noticed and smiled, saying her feet were a little sore. So I immediately knelt down and massaged her feet. Amin placed one foot on my pillow and held the other in my arms while I massaged it. My foot massage technique was excellent, and she hummed comfortably. Hearing her seductive sound, my penis became even harder, and suddenly... An urge to kneel at her feet surged within me, so I said, "Wife, I've heard that only imperial concubines and princesses in ancient times often enjoyed this kind of service from servants. Now you're just like them." Amin slightly opened her almond-shaped eyes, feigning displeasure, and said, "Who said it's the same? In ancient times, servants knelt when massaging the feet of imperial concubines, never squatted like you." "Oh, you're still not satisfied? Fine, all for my wife's happiness!" At this point, I couldn't wait to kneel at my wife's feet. Before I finished speaking, I knelt down. Amin suddenly stared coldly into my eyes for a few seconds. I looked back into her eyes. I had been all smiles, but then I noticed a hint of disdain in her eyes, followed by a strange look. This made me increasingly uneasy, so I quickly lowered my head, afraid to look into her eyes, and stopped what I was doing. I felt incredibly nervous those few seconds. My hands were sweating, and I didn't know what to do while holding her little feet. My kneeling body started to tremble. I wondered if my actions had annoyed Amin. Why did Amin suddenly have this expression that I had never seen before? What was she thinking? I looked up at her eyes and found that Amin's sharp gaze was still scrutinizing me, so I lowered my head again. I thought I should stand up, but just as I was about to, Amin said coldly, "Who told you to stand up? Don't you like kneeling?" Then Amin suddenly laughed, saying in her usual sweet tone, "Alright, look how scared you are. I was just teasing you. Honey, you're so good to me, so loving. Keep massaging me. It'll be more comfortable if you kneel like this. It feels like being a royal concubine in ancient times. But you seem to like kneeling and massaging my feet too, right?" "Yes, wife, I like it." "Honey, you're so good to me, but will you always be this good to me? Will you always kneel and massage my feet like this? I love this feeling of being a royal concubine served by a servant." "Yes, wife." "But I'm like a royal concubine, you're not like a servant. You should wear a servant's badge on your head." I asked her what she meant by "wear," and she smiled and picked up a slipper with her foot and put it on my head. She waved it in front of me, saying that I would feel more like a slave if I put it on my head. It was a very blatant and obvious humiliation, but I really needed it. So I took off her slippers and put them on my head. Amin laughed out loud at the comical sight of me earnestly massaging her feet with slippers on my head. Suddenly, she stretched her snow-white bare feet, which had been on the pillow, to my mouth and rubbed them. By this time, my little brother was already as hard as a small stone. I could no longer resist the urge to lick Amin's feet and stretched out my filthy tongue to lick Amin's feet. I didn't care about anything else. I thought that even if Amin looked down on me and trampled me under her feet forever, I didn't care. Who told me to be so filthy and want to lick women's feet since I was a child? And being able to lick the feet of such a beautiful woman as Amin was my happiness. At this moment, Amin was no longer my wife in my eyes. She had completely become my mistress, and I had become her complete slave.

I gradually got into the mood, my tongue moving faster and faster, my whole body trembling, and I was making lewd moans. It seemed that just one of Amin's beautiful feet was enough to make me feel like I was in heaven. My lewd behavior also aroused Amin. She suddenly withdrew her foot, which was covered in my saliva, took off her underwear, and pulled my hair, dragging my mouth to her genitals. I found that her genitals were already overflowing with fluids. It seemed that Amin's feet really enjoyed my oral service. Because she hadn't washed for a day, Amin's genitals smelled pungent and had a hint of urine, but Amin was in such a hurry at the moment, so I didn't care about the dirt. Without hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and started licking her wildly, making my wife feel like she was in heaven. Her vaginal fluids flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed them all. My wife was moaning comfortably, and then she lifted her anus and lowered my head. Of course I knew what she meant. Although I could smell the lingering fecal odor on her anus, I still obediently stuck out my tongue and licked her anus. She moaned even louder in pleasure, and her vaginal fluid kept flowing onto her anus. Then, Amin felt that lying on the sofa like this wasn't enough for me to lick her, so she made me lie on the floor like I was using a dry toilet and squatted on my mouth, continuing to gang rape my mouth with her genitals and anus, making my face covered in her vaginal fluid. This was my first time giving oral sex, and I never expected that my first time giving oral sex would be so thoroughly degraded by her. But I wanted to enjoy more than just Amin; the pleasure I got under her ass was probably even greater. As I licked, Amin suddenly pressed her genitals firmly against my nose. I felt her genitals throbbing, and then more fluid flowed out. It seemed she was reaching orgasm. She cried out in pleasure and suddenly let out a long fart. Because my nose was being pressed against her genitals, my mouth was wide open under her anus, trying to get more air. Her fart went smoothly into my mouth and was sucked in. This gave me even greater humiliation and stimulation. My whole body convulsed, and a large amount of semen gushed out with my ecstatic cries. In this way, we both reached a different kind of orgasm. After licking Amin's lewd genitals and anus clean, Amin slightly raised her buttocks and looked down at me with a smile, saying that this was the most comfortable and perfect orgasm since we got married. She never thought that a man's mouth could be more useful than his penis. Then she said, "Darling, you are so gentle. You are so good to me. I love you so much. Will you always be this gentle to me in the future?" "Of course!" I answered with my face under her buttocks. "So, would you rather have me sit on your bottom like this for the rest of your life?" "Yes, I would!" "Haha, I know you need this, right? You have a masochistic streak!?" She suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously, "Tell me, when you lick my feet, do you feel happy? Do you really want to be trampled under my feet? Do you have the urge to be my slave?" Looking at her serious and slightly authoritative eyes, I nodded in shame, admitting that I was born a masochistic henpecked husband. I couldn't deny it; what had just happened left me speechless. And I did need Amin to treat me like her slave; that would make me happier. "Alright then," Amin sneered, stood up, and sat on the sofa to continue watching TV. "Now hurry up and clean up your crotch and go cook. I'm starving!" I noticed that her tone wasn't as affectionate as before; it was cold and slightly contemptuous, as if she were talking to a lowly servant.

After that, my married life with Amin underwent a qualitative change. Amin became increasingly rude to me, and even more so. I took over all the housework. Every day when I came home, I had to wear my slave badge, placing one of her slippers upside down on my head, because this symbolized that she was trampling on me. I also had to tie a dirty, unwashed pair of her stockings around my head so that this humiliating slave badge wouldn't easily fall off. After get off work, no matter how tired I was, I had to kneel in front of the sofa and lick her feet. By this time, she no longer used my pillow to support her feet. When I licked one of her feet, she would put the other foot directly on my head or shoulder. I would lick for half an hour before I would cook. At first, I could sit on equal footing with her during meals, but later she forced me to sit under the table and lick her feet or genitals while she ate. After she finished eating, she would watch TV, and I would use that time to eat her leftovers, wash the dishes, and do the housework. After she finished, she would check, and if anything was slightly displeasing, she would scold and beat me. Sometimes she would even make me kneel down while she slapped my mouth with the sole of her slipper, but I always endured it submissively, secretly hoping that my attitude would escalate her abuse. After the check, it was time to go to bed. Once in bed, my main job was to give her oral sex, licking her smelly genitals and anus with my tongue (Amin rarely washed her genitals herself; she knew the stronger the smell, the better for me, and she also preferred to insult my mouth with her dirty anus, so later on, she often didn't wipe herself very clean after defecating) until she was satisfied. She rarely used my penis to satisfy her because she felt that my mouth would make her feel better. My semen mostly came from when I licked her dirty anus (after the observant Amin noticed that the smellier her anus was, the more excited I got when I licked it, so she would deliberately not wipe her buttocks clean after defecating. When her genitals were satisfied with my mouth, she would press her anus against my mouth for me to lick, and I would ejaculate every time I licked and swallowed the small pieces of feces left in her anus). One day, after wiping the semen from my crotch while savoring the taste of feces in my mouth, I asked Amin with concern how she would have children if I kept ejaculating outside her body like this. Amin laughed and said, half-jokingly, "That's easy, one day I'll give you a cuckold's horns and find you a strong, muscular man." "Why don't you just have someone else have a child for you? It'll definitely be better than anything you and I could have. It's all about genetics. If I have a child with you, what if it's a masochist like you? Okay, stop thinking like that. I'm going to sleep now. Lick my feet for a while longer before you go to sleep," she said. After saying that, Amin turned around, stuck her feet out of the covers, and went to sleep with her back to me. I was speechless, my face flushed, and I didn't know what to say. She was probably joking, but considering her recent terrible behavior towards me, it wasn't impossible. My mind was in turmoil, my thoughts racing, but I didn't dare say anything more. I quietly got out of bed, knelt at her feet, and gently licked Amin's fair, jade-like feet with my tongue. The above is my newlywed life. Think about it, is there any man in the world more pathetic, cowardly, and afraid of his wife than me? Although my wife humiliates and belittles me in every way, I respect and love her like a goddess without any regrets.

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