I am my godmother's stinky slave

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As soon as I entered the door, my godmother snapped at me, "Kneel down!"
I didn't react immediately; in that brief moment of hesitation, she kicked me in the back of the knee, and I
fell to my knees with a thud. She then stomped my head on the floor, saying, "Kneel properly!
Listen, don't move without my permission! From now on, I'm going to properly educate you. Being my godson
requires manners." My godmother walked through the living room and sat on the sofa. "Huang'er, come here and help me change my shoes," she
said. After my godmother stepped on the floor, I didn't dare lift my head. I could only
crawl face-first to her, until I reached her feet. Only then did I dare lift my face and use my mouth to remove my
high heels, which I had been drinking on. I quickly carried the heels to the shoe cabinet by the door, put them down, and then picked up a pair of
transparent high-heeled sandals. I crawled back to my godmother's feet and put them on with my mouth. Then, with my forehead pressed to the floor, I knelt
before her feet, awaiting her instruction. My godmother seemed quite satisfied with my actions of changing her shoes.
"Hmm—seems like you have some manners, not like a wild child," she nodded. "Now take off all your clothes,
go take a shower, and then kneel here naked again. I'm going to teach you a lesson," she said, her tone
much gentler.
When I came out of the shower, my godmother had changed into a black satin robe and was sitting upright on the sofa. Her
stockings were off, revealing her snow-white, plump calves and her smooth, curvaceous, and alluring feet.
Although her face was serious, her eyes still gleamed with excitement, foreshadowing the
start of her discipline of me. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, I knelt down, crawling like a dog to my godmother's feet, kneeling and prostrate on the floor in
the same position. One of my "calves" was already swollen, long, and hard
, standing erect between my naked body. The transparent high-heeled slippers hanging from her feet swayed above my head. She put the heel of one of
the slippers into my mouth, pulling my head up.
Looking up at her beautiful face, from below, she appeared even more elegant and noble than in the hotel, like a blooming peony, captivating
, awe-inspiring, and unattainable.
At this moment, my godmother said to me very seriously, "From today onwards, I will discipline you strictly so that you
understand the rules of my family, learn to be well-mannered, and become a loyal, filial, and obedient godson. Are you
willing?" "Godmother, I am willing. Please teach me strictly. I will definitely remember your family rules and be
a good son who will always respect and listen to you," I immediately promised my godmother. "Hmm—good, let's
begin now. I will teach you three sets of family rules: 'Five Sons Passing the Imperial Examination,' 'Five Animal Frolics,' and 'Five Major Problems.'
Today, 'll start with 'Five Sons Passing the Imperial Examination.'" As she spoke, my godmother took out five items from somewhere, which were
the "five sons" in "Five Sons Passing the Imperial Examination": a stick, a board, a whip, a belt, and shoes.
My godmother's "family education" began.
"The first son"—the stick: My godmother picked up a wooden stick about an inch thick and hit it down without saying a word.
My godmother used a stick to hit my legs, leaving red welts on my thighs and calves, making me
wince in pain. Seeing my condition, she asked, "My dear son, does it hurt?" I hurriedly replied,
"Godmother—it hurts so much…please stop hitting me—" Before I could finish, she hit me harder
with the stick. "Say it again, does it hurt?" she asked again. I had learned my lesson: "Oh no, it doesn't hurt…" She
hit my thigh again: "Do you want me to keep hitting you?" "No—ah no! No!
I want—I want you to hit me a few more times." I said insincerely. My godmother smiled with satisfaction, then stomped on me
, making me lie on my back on the floor. She used the stick to spread my legs apart, exposing my third
"leg" completely to her stick. My godmother used a stick to pull at my
thick, long, firm, and swollen "little leg" and scolded, "You naughty boy, you're never honest, you deserve a beating!"
I hurriedly cried out, "Godmother! That's my manhood, please don't hit it! My dear godmother, please
have mercy—" My godmother laughed heartily, thus sparing me.
"Second son"—the board: the board is specifically for spanking. "Stick your butt up!" my godmother commanded.
I obediently stuck my butt up high, ready to be beaten. My godmother raised the board and hit my buttocks
with a "thud, thud," but I dared not cry out in pain. Although the pain was in my flesh, I groaned, "Oh—
it feels good, so good… Godmother, you're so good, it feels so good to hit me…" This time I learned my lesson and knew
how to get less of a beating. Sure enough, my godmother was satisfied with my reaction. After about twenty lashes, she gave me a final,
hard slap on the bottom before stopping.
"Third Strike"—the whip: A long leather whip was already in my godmother's hand. With a powerful kick, she
sent me flying a considerable distance, right where the whip would land. She
yelled, "Lie still! Don't move!" Then, the whip rained down on my back. I knelt in
the center of the living room, silently enduring her beatings, a feeling I couldn't describe…
"Fourth Strike"—the belt: My godmother made me crawl back to her feet, lying on my
back . She stepped on my head with one foot, and a wide leather belt lashed down on my chest… The belt
stung my chest, and with my godmother pinning my head down, I could only wriggle my hips to
ease the pain. My groin swayed unsightly, and despite a few light taps from her belt
, it only became harder. Suddenly, she asked, "How many times have I hit you with the belt?" Good heavens
—how should I know! "Hit...hit...?" I couldn't answer. My godmother stomped on my head.
"Idiot, you can't even remember how many times I hit you? Count them yourself!" Another heavy tap of the
belt struck my left rib. I quickly counted, "1—", before the sound faded, another tap struck
my right rib. I continued, "2—", and the third tap came down, "3—", "4—
"... I counted, "37...38..." I was practically screaming. My godmother
smiled enjoying the torment, each tap harder than the last. My chest and ribs were covered in bloody welts,
some almost bleeding from where my godmother's belt had struck me. I couldn't help but plead with her, "Godmother... please
, I'm going to be beaten to death, please spare me..." My godmother held the belt in mid-air and asked, "I..."
"Does it feel good to be hit with the belt?" I answered with tears welling up in my eyes, "Yes, it feels good—Godmother's belt is so
high-class , it feels so good to hit me..." "Do you like it?" Godmother asked again. "Yes, yes,
I like it most when Godmother hits me with the belt." Godmother's face was beaming with a satisfied smile, and she finally put down
the belt.
"Five"—shoes: Godmother took off her high-heeled transparent slippers, put her feet on my shoulders, and
leaned back in the sofa in a relaxed manner. I thought to myself: Godmother, you've hit me hard, you should
rest for a while. Unexpectedly, Godmother slapped my face with the sole of her foot and ordered, "Pick up my slippers!"
I picked up the slippers that Godmother had just taken off from the ground. "Take one in each hand, and hit your own face with the sole of my slipper.
I won't stop until I tell you to. You can't stop. Make a sound, a crisp sound, a nice sound." "After saying that,
my godmother closed her eyes slightly, as if preparing to enjoy the music. I had no choice but to obediently take my godmother's slippers and slap
myself in the face. "Slap!" "Slap!" I slapped myself on the left and then on the right. "Too slow, faster
, you need to hit the rhythm!" "My godmother suddenly scolded me. I didn't dare to slack off and
increased , striking out a rhythmic 'slap, slap.' My godmother nodded in satisfaction from time to time. But
she still couldn't resist taking matters into her own hands. She opened her eyes, took the slipper from my hand, and
started slapping my face with both hands. She hit hard, and after a few slaps, my face was bright red. My base
nature was finally exposed, and I felt an indescribable,
exhilarating pleasure with every slap from the high heel. I couldn't help but groan, 'Oh...so comfortable, so satisfying—it feels so good
...Godmother...I beg you, please hit me harder, the more you hit me, the better it feels...' My godmother was infected by my groaning, and
she hit harder and harder, and I felt better and better: 'Oh—so good...Godmother's high heels are so
beautiful, the feeling of them hitting my face is so cool!'" "Godmother, please hit me quickly! I want to be beaten to death by your high heels,
to die of pleasure ... I'm so pathetic—Godmother—I'm your pathetic son, your dog son, in front of you I really..."
Gradually, I couldn't speak anymore. My mouth was swollen and I couldn't open it anymore because my godmother had hit me with her high-heeled slippers... But my
open heart was laughing happily...
My godmother finally stopped, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes filled with satisfied tenderness. She
used both hands to hold my face, pulling my head up, making my neck look much longer. My godmother leaned down
to admire my swollen face, like an artist admiring her work, looking very
satisfied, and couldn't help but kiss my forehead heavily. "Okay, that's enough for today.
I'm going to sleep. Come to the bedroom with me." "My godmother stood up and walked towards the bedroom. I was a little dumbfounded.
She wanted me to go to the bedroom too? So she wasn't letting me leave tonight...? I didn't have time to think, so I just followed her
into the bedroom. My godmother made me kneel facing the bed at the foot of the bed, with my arms outstretched and flat. Without saying much,
she skillfully tied my hands to the railings at both ends of the bed. Then she lay down on the bed, and a pair of
sexy , plump white feet were stretched out in front of my face. My godmother commanded, 'Now start licking my feet! You have to
lick them all night long. If you slack off, I'll cut your tongue off!'" "I dared not disobey, and obediently began
licking my godmother's feet. Although her feet were beautiful and smelled delicious, I was still very uneasy. I
thought, even though the mistress is away on a business trip, if I don't go home tonight, I'll be disloyal to her!
If she finds out later, I'll be in big trouble. She'll definitely kill me—because I've already been baptized
by her , I'm her 'private pet.' After much deliberation, I couldn't help but
plead with my godmother, my voice trembling with tears: 'Godmother... I beg you to let me go—I want to go home... Godmother... please
, I want to go home...' Suddenly, my godmother pulled her legs back, sat up, and shouted at me: 'Go home
what? You still want to go home? You're a plaything I bought for 200,000 yuan, and I haven't even had a chance to play with you properly yet!
Today 's 'Five Sons Passing the Imperial Examination' is just the first act; there will be 'Five Animal Frolics,' 'Five Major Problems,' and
many more to come!'" " I love torturing young men like you the most. Otherwise, would I have let Zhang Tiancang so easily renege on 200,000 yuan
? You just wait patiently for me to torture you. When I'm done with you, I'll let you go back." After
my godmother rattled off this long speech, I finally understood my situation. It turned out I had been sold by A-Cang. A-
Cang knew very well that Chen Xiaoyi had a penchant for torturing men, so he used me as a bargaining chip. This satisfied his desire to lick
beautiful women's toes and also caused his mistress to become dissatisfied with me, even pushing me away from her
. What a win-win situation! No wonder he's a highly intelligent business elite. Thinking of this, a wave of sorrow washed over
me ... There was nothing I could do now but satisfy my godmother's torturing desires as soon as possible and
try to get back to her. My mother released me before my mistress returned home. My godmother had already gone back to sleep, and I began to fawn over
her, diligently licking her feet until she drifted off to sleep, emitting soft snores. That night, I
was bound hand and kneeling at the foot of the bed, not daring to sleep deeply, only managing a nap or two when my godmother was asleep. Most of the time, I
sincerely licked her feet, not only out of fear that she wouldn't let me go, but also because I felt a strange pleasure in being mistreated by such a beautiful and
noble godmother. Licking her pair of white, beautiful, and sexy feet was
an incomparably wonderful enjoyment…

[The End]

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