Actress's props

Tuesday, October 8, 2002, was a bright and sunny day, the spring scenery captivating. On this beautiful and refreshing morning, Ms. Li Meijuan from the Institute of Literature summoned Aoki to her office.

The young editor was just 29 years old, at the prime of her elegant and dignified age. She wore a well-tailored silver-gray suit, with a crimson blouse peeking out from the collar, and lemon-colored high-heeled shoes on her long, slender feet.

In the clear indoor light, this intelligent and beautiful professional woman appeared charming and alluring. While

the warm, bright sunlight streamed in through the window, in Aoki's mind, Li Meijuan in her suit evoked a cold and captivating feeling.

Aoki was a young photographer who championed a freelance career, and Ms. Li Meijuan from the Institute of Literature was his most intimate and romantic lover.

In their independent world, the young and beautiful Li Meijuan always played the role of Aoki's absolute ruler, while Aoki was forever Li Meijuan's love slave. Before her slave, Li Meijuan always employed authoritarian methods, displaying a tyrannical and cruel style.

Aoki had known Li Meijuan for almost two years. During almost every secret rendezvous, Li Meijuan would bring out various homemade torture devices, leaving countless wounds on Aoki's body.

These were precisely what Aoki's heart truly craved.

Of course, when engaging in any extraordinary or special activities, both parties would first establish a safe boundary.

Aoki was a young photographer with masochistic tendencies; he was accustomed to the severe harm inflicted upon him by his romantic lovers. In Aoki's literary world, the cruel abuse of beautiful women was a sweet torment; it was this abuse and torment, including various forms of humiliation, that was the true theme of Aoki's love life.

Li Meijuan knew her lover all too well, and she herself indeed derived much unexpected pleasure from her absolute control over Aoki.

In front of Aoki, she had also developed a dictatorial and autocratic romantic style.

As long as it was within the bounds of safety, no matter how cruel it seemed, Li Meijuan would never hesitate.

This was also a major reason why Aoki fell in love with her.

In the north, May was already the season of spring warmth and blooming flowers.

The pink cherry blossoms have faded, leaving the trees full of lush green leaves. In a quiet corner, the alluring fragrance of blooming lilacs wafts through the air.

Tall maple trees have just sprouted delicate new leaves; their fluffy canopies, backlit by the sun, seem almost transparent, creating a serene and beautiful scene.

The literary research institute, seemingly transcending reality, is submerged in a magnificent temperate forest.

At this romantic moment, Aoki obediently kneels in Ms. Li Meijuan's office, his subconscious filled with a strong desire and longing.

He hopes his beautiful mistress will immediately unfasten the dark green leather belt around her waist, allowing Li Meijuan to strip him naked, and then let her give him a thorough, thorough whipping of his buttocks—what a wonderful mental pleasure that would be!

This time, Li Meijuan doesn't undress Aoki herself.

She wants him to undress himself, because that would better demonstrate her authority as mistress. Ms. Li Meijuan believes that since Aoki is willing to be her love slave, she should have absolute control over his personal freedom.

Before the game even began, Aoki had already signed a slave contract.

He voluntarily accepted Ms. Li Meijuan's manipulation and abuse, and he explicitly hoped that Li Meijuan would boldly exercise her autocratic power as mistress.

Li Meijuan could manipulate her slave without limit.

Aoki had to unconditionally accept all of his mistress's instructions.

Despite this, Aoki still glanced outside worriedly, afraid their game would be seen by others.

Li Meijuan said, "Hurry up and take your clothes off! No one will come at this time." The beautiful, romantic woman watched her beloved lover with great interest; she wanted him to undress naked in her office, and then she would give him a surprise.

Aoki, however, hesitated to carry out his mistress's order.

This was a pre-arranged plot; Aoki's hesitation was to give the mistress a sufficient reason to punish him.

Although the two were only playing a dramatic, romantic game, they still had to proceed according to strict logic.

At this moment, a cold expression appeared on Li Meijuan's face.

She said, "Are you going to take your clothes off or not?"

As she spoke, Li Meijuan lifted her buttocks off the back of the wooden chair, determined to fully exercise the domineering authority that Qingmu had bestowed upon her.

Li Meijuan stood up and walked over to Qingmu.

Qingmu remained kneeling as before. Li Meijuan bent down and slapped him hard across the face several times.

Li Meijuan said viciously, "Take them off now!"

After saying that, she kicked Qingmu's buttocks hard.

Qingmu dared not dawdle any longer. Under Li Meijuan's punches and kicks, he stripped off all his clothes, and then, naked and innocent, he knelt obediently on the cold floor under Li Meijuan's cruel oppression.

Because at this moment, Li Meijuan was covering Qingmu's head with her plump, fair, and gentle hands, pressing his head down forcefully.

Li Meijuan took out a sturdy rope from the drawer, twisted Qingmu's arms behind his back and tied them tightly with the rope. Then, she returned to her desk and sat down in the chair again.

She made Aoki move forward.

Aoki knelt down and struggled to move.

Li Meijuan made Aoki kneel at her feet, then she stared at Aoki's lower body with a smile.

Under the close gaze of his romantic lover, Aoki's manhood changed.

It began to erect little by little.

Li Meijuan watched as Aoki's manhood grew to a certain size, and as if impatient, before it was fully erect, she stepped on it with her gentle little foot in high heels.

Li Meijuan stood up again.

Her toes were still on Aoki's manhood. Her lemon-colored high heels pressed down on the erect little thing, trying to press it down on the smooth floor.

Li Meijuan reached out and grabbed Aoki's hair, making him lift his face.

She asked Aoki with a smile, "How was it? Today's show was very exciting, wasn't it?" As she spoke with a smile, she increased the pressure on her foot.

Li Meijuan, wearing high-heeled leather shoes, pressed Aoki's penis to the floor. Then, with ulterior motives, she rotated her toes, wantonly ravaging her love slave's genitals.

Li Meijuan was acutely aware of Aoki's limits.

She confined all her actions within a reliable, safe range.

These safe limits for her sadomasochistic programs were determined through extensive experimentation and practical experience.

Aoki gazed adoringly at Ms. Li Meijuan's beautiful high-heeled shoe.

The exquisite leather seemed to possess a special meaning and value when worn by a beautiful woman.

At this moment, in Aoki's eyes, that lemon-colored high heel had been personified. It was as beautiful and radiant as its mistress.

In the office of the Literature Research Institute, Ms. Li Meijuan, wearing lemon-colored high heels, relentlessly rubbed Aoki's genitals for over ten minutes, finally causing him to completely break down.

A thick, white liquid spurted from the dark red thing, dripping and forming a pool of grime on the clean floor.

Li Meijuan untied the ropes binding Aoki's back and loosened his arms.

She tightened her belt and then used the rope to whip Aoki's buttocks, urging him to clean up the grime.

"Open your mouth! Lick this filth clean!" Li Meijuan said, cracking and slapping as she lashed out with the rope whip, violently striking Aoki's buttocks. Her shiny shoes kicked him repeatedly in the back. At this moment, Li Meijuan was particularly harsh on her romantic lover; she wanted him to lick the white stains off the floor.

Aoki indeed bent down and opened his mouth to lick the bodily fluids on the floor.

Li Meijuan then whipped Aoki's buttocks with the belt again, forcing him to swallow the filth.

Only when all the grime on the floor was cleaned did Li Meijuan stop her vicious beating of Aoki.

She made Qingmu rinse his mouth with cold water from a basin.

Then, Li Meijuan pressed Qingmu to the ground and tied him up with the same rope.

At this moment, Li Meijuan regained her gentle and charming demeanor. She gazed tenderly at Qingmu kneeling on the ground, a feeling of pity rising from the depths of the young woman's heart.

But she quickly overcame her inner vulnerability.

Because the game wasn't over yet, Li Meijuan had to harden her heart and put on a fierce expression again.

She took out a towel, stuffed it into Qingmu's mouth, and then kicked him down again.

This time, Li Meijuan unbuckled her belt and used the dark green belt to whip Qingmu on the ground.

After striking him twenty times as prescribed, Li Meijuan finally relaxed.

She wiped the wounds on Qingmu's body with alcohol swabs and then helped him free himself from the strict restraints.

After the dramatic scene of the game was completed, Li Meijuan let out a long sigh of relief.

She sat down in a chair and gazed at Qingmu with adoration.

After getting dressed, out of habit, Aoki knelt before Li Meijuan and pressed his pale face against her knees.

The young and beautiful editor wore a well-tailored suit with a bright red shirt peeking out from underneath. Her hair was cut short, and the morning sunlight illuminated her clean face, highlighting her healthy, smooth skin—a vibrant brown hue. A

faint blush tinged her cheeks, a result of the exertion.

She had a straight nose, slightly upturned lips, and large, bright, captivating black eyes. Li Meijuan wore no makeup, yet she still possessed a clear, charming beauty.

Ms. Li Meijuan gently stroked her romantic lover's dark hair with her delicate, fair hands.

After a moment's rest, seeing that Aoki's emotions had stabilized,

the clever and perceptive Li Meijuan, as if suddenly remembering something, reached out and cupped Aoki's chin.

She said, "Sister He called yesterday; she asked me to take you to her place."

Seeing Li Meijuan's beaming face, Aoki's excitement returned.

He had met Sister He, whom Li Meijuan mentioned, once before, a few months ago, at a gathering at Li Meijuan's house. At that time, Li Meijuan had arranged for Aoki to play the role of a servant for her beautiful friend, He Yuying. This woman wasn't young anymore, but she was still quite skilled with a whip.

Aoki was still immersed in the wonderful memories.

The beautiful woman who liked to play with whips had indeed left a deep impression on him, especially her specially made leather whip, which had created an unforgettable memory in Aoki's mind.

At this moment, Li Meijuan lifted Aoki's head and gently patted his cheek with her soft, white hands.

She said, "How about it? This afternoon I'll take you to Sister He's house, and we'll have a good time all night long." Aoki didn't speak.

In front of his mistress, the love slave was stripped of his right to speak.

His only response to any command from his mistress was unconditional obedience.

Aoki suddenly buried his face gratefully between Li Meijuan's legs.

Li Meijuan's thigh was violently struck by Aoki, and she seemed startled by the sudden impact.

After understanding Aoki's true intentions, Ms. Li Meijuan reached out and ruffled Aoki's hair.

After playing with it for a while, she giggled.

Li Meijuan knew that Aoki wouldn't refuse her; after all, he was her slave. She also knew that the games arranged by Sister He would be measured.

If Aoki didn't want to, her beautiful girlfriends wouldn't force him. With Sister He personally hosting, they wouldn't do anything too outrageous to Aoki.

Thinking this, Li Meijuan lightly shook her head.

She quickly started planning the evening's games.

At this moment, Aoki took off one of Li Meijuan's high-heeled shoes, and then removed her embroidered white stocking.

Aoki pressed his lips to Ms. Li Meijuan's snow-white instep, then moved to between her fragrant toes, followed by a long, passionate kiss.

At this moment, the light inside the room was still soft yet clear.

Spring was in full bloom, the sun shining brightly. The world outside the window was already a magnificent and enchanting scene.

At dusk, the beautiful and tranquil garden courtyard was still bathed in sunlight.

A lavishly decorated mail carriage was parked on the tree-lined path of the Literature Research Institute; it was a prop borrowed by Ms. Li Meijuan from the May Rose Dance Troupe.

To achieve a realistic theatrical effect, they even assigned a young and beautiful actress to play the role of the coachman.

According to the pre-arranged script, Li Meijuan was to use this classic carriage to transport Aoki to Ms. He Yuying's forest villa.

The outdoor air was fresh and pleasant.

The light was soft yet clear.

Li Meijuan pulled Aoki out of her office.

She put a pair of cold handcuffs on him, then led him down a few steps and roughly pushed him into the designated mail carriage.

The girl playing the coachman turned to look at the handcuffed Aoki and actually giggled.

She was around twenty years old, with a remarkably sweet face and a pure, elegant appearance.

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded from her tall black hat, falling to her delicate shoulders.

Li Meijuan settled Aoki in the back seat of the carriage, tying a rope around his neck, and then sat down beside the captive.

She said, "Let's go."

The beautiful girl from the May Rose Dance Troupe sat up straight, resembling a handsome and dashing high-class attendant.

She held the reins in her left hand and brandished a long black whip in her right. A sky-blue vest covered her white shirt, and the youthful and beautiful girl struck a romantic and elegant theatrical pose in the soft light.

Aoki was captivated by this beautiful girl from the May Rose Dance Troupe.

Dusk fell, and the light dimmed.

A dark blue pond lay by the roadside.

A gentle breeze rippled across the water. In Aoki's mind, the lush flowering trees lining the riverbank were breathtakingly beautiful.

In this tranquil spring evening, a pure-hearted young woman in a blue vest, like a captivating angel, drove a classically styled mail carriage, leading the protagonists of a romantic drama into a mysterious new world.

Ms. Li Meijuan's mail carriage sped out of the Literature Institute, first traveling west along a quiet, tree-lined path for about ten minutes, then crossing a white stone bridge and entering a densely wooded outdoor garden.

A pretty girl in a receptionist's uniform drove the romantic prop carriage through an arched wooden fence covered in purple roses, then north along a flat cement path before turning a corner and parking it in front of an elegant building with a red roof and white walls.

It was just dusk, and several lights were already lit inside and outside Ms. He Yuying's villa, their elegant design and soft lighting exuding a rich aristocratic atmosphere.

He Yuying was the art director of an avant-garde magazine.

This beautiful and luxurious suburban villa was one of the locations for their magazine's outdoor shoots.

Li Meijuan brought her love slave to Ms. He Yuying's secret hideout, where they were going to play a romantic game with sadomasochistic undertones.

The girl from the May Rose Dance Troupe helped Li Meijuan lure the handcuffed Aoki into the dimly lit corridor. They roughly shoved the captive's body, making him move quickly through the winding corridor.

The crisp sound of high heels rang in his ears, hollow yet beautiful.

Aoki obediently allowed himself to be held hostage by the two beautiful women, and deep in his heart, a tender and romantic literary thought arose.

He hoped to suffer even more cruel torture within this tightly sealed and luxurious boudoir.

Li Meijuan had already made arrangements; her beautiful girlfriends were about to enter Aoki's literary vision, and they were willing to help the young photographer realize his most extravagant dream.

The dignified and voluptuous Ms. He Yuying sat on a lemon-colored leather sofa.

A bright light illuminated the portrait of a modern woman's life.

She was no longer very young, but due to long-term meticulous care, her skin was still smooth and delicate. He Yuying had a fair and delicate face, her neatly styled hair was jet black and glossy, and her bright eyes were filled with the mature wisdom of a modern woman.

Li Meijuan and the actress shoved Qingmu in.

They brutally pressed him down and forced him to kneel at He Yuying's feet.

Li Meijuan grabbed Qingmu's hair and pushed his head down, so that, due to this cruel class oppression, Qingmu's face was almost pressed against the floor beneath He Yuying's feet.

He saw a pair of ice-green high-heeled leather shoes distorted dramatically before his eyes; because of the close-up perspective, the sharp points of the shoes seemed to possess an extremely strong piercing force.

In the protagonist's fantasy world, there were He Yuying's shoe tips.

They viciously kicked in from below, piercing his heart.

For a long time after entering the room, Qingmu was forced to kneel on the floor by the two women. Under their relentless pressure, he could only see a sliver of the heroine's shoe tips.

Li Meijuan and the others continued their efforts, and Qingmu's neck was about to give way.

Just then, He Yuying's voice rang out above the protagonist's head.

She said, "Let him go first."

The two women behind her didn't loosen their grip, but they stopped using force. Aoki straightened up, and this time he could carefully examine the beautiful woman before him.

Ms. He Yuying was a charming literary figure, still elegant and alluring. In Aoki's eyes, she represented an unconventional woman—intellectually rich, ruthless, and around forty years old.

She also had to be impeccably dressed, maintaining a glamorous appearance.

Most importantly, she had to retain a romantic youthful glow when necessary.

In Aoki's literary world, every dramatic character had specific requirements.

This had almost become a strict artistic standard.

The dignified and full-figured Ms. He Yuying adjusted her posture on the sofa.

She said, "Meijuan, you've finally brought him here. Have you told him all the rules?" Li Meijuan said, "Don't worry, Sister He, Aoki is a disciplined and good slave! My only requirement for him is absolute obedience." He Yuying carefully examined Aoki for a moment longer.

Then, she gently waved her hand.

She said, "Alright, you and Xiaohong get him inside. Give him a good wash first, it's still quite early." He Yuying remained seated on her sofa.

Li Meijuan dragged Qingmu up from the floor.

Now, the girl from the dance troupe had a name: Cai Xiaohong.

Cai Xiaohong played He Yuying's close friend, and following her senior sister's instructions, she and Li Meijuan got Qingmu inside.

They stripped Qingmu naked in the bathroom, then connected a rubber hose to the faucet.

Li Meijuan turned on the faucet.

Cai Xiaohong held the hose and used a strong stream of water to rinse Qingmu's entire body.

While washing Qingmu's bottom, Li Meijuan inserted the rubber hose deep into his anus, filling his stomach with cold water, then made him squat on the toilet to thoroughly empty his bowels.

The two women cleaned Qingmu's body inside and out, then twisted his arms behind his back and tied him tightly with a rope.

They shoved the tightly bound Aoki, dragging him into Ms. He Yuying's living room.

Two women pressed Aoki's head down, forcing him to kneel before He Yuying.

Ms. He Yuying brought out a long, thin leather whip, and Cai Xiaohong straddled Aoki's neck, pressing his upper body downwards.

Li Meijuan sat down on the sofa,

fascinated by her beautiful friend's romantic whipping of Aoki.

He Yuying stood beside Aoki, carefully considering the angle, then raised her arm and lashed the flesh of his waist with the strong whip.

The art director of the avant-garde magazine gave Aoki a good thrashing, then handed the whip to a young actress from the May Rose Dance Troupe.

The slender Cai Xiaohong took the whip from He Yuying and gleefully lashed Aoki's back.

After more than twenty minutes of this, they had left Aoki's back swollen.

A searing pain pierced Aoki's heart.

He Yuying straddled Aoki's neck and sat down.

He derived a heretical pleasure from the oppression and whipping of the beautiful woman.

Finally, the beautiful actress's arms ached from exhaustion.

Cai Xiaohong finally stopped her violent thrusting. She stood behind Aoki to rest briefly, then kicked him in the buttocks.

The elegant tip of her shoe struck between Aoki's buttocks.

He derived a fresh pleasure from the actress's humiliating act.

When Cai Xiaohong's other foot kicked again, Aoki felt ecstatic.

His pleasure reached a glorious peak.

Overwhelmed with excitement, Aoki almost fainted.

He Yuying pulled Li Meijuan up from the sofa.

She said, "Don't just sit there! Since Qingmu is willing, we should have some fun with him." Cai Xiaohong went over and handed the whip to Li Meijuan.

She said, "Sister Li, I need to rest for a while. Now it's up to you. My senior sister has been praising your skills to me." Li Meijuan didn't take the whip from Cai Xiaohong.

She lifted her buttocks off the soft leather sofa and walked lightly to Qingmu.

The two women sat down on the sofa to rest.

Li Meijuan started working on Qingmu's body by herself.

She lifted Qingmu's body off the ground and made him stand upright in the center of the room. Then, she tied a thin rope to Qingmu's genitals.

Li Meijuan took off her high heels, and wearing white stockings, she stepped onto the smooth oak floor and tied the two heavy high heels to Qingmu's genitals.

After setting everything up, Li Meijuan reached out and slapped Qingmu's buttocks.

She said, "Let me dance for everyone."

He Yuying sat on the sofa, smiling as she watched Li Meijuan humiliate her love slave.

Cai Xiaohong sat next to He Yuying. Aoki's appearance amused her; she clapped and cheered enthusiastically, "Dance! Dance!" Encouraged by their enthusiasm, Aoki could only sway his naked body a few times.

Li Meijuan stood beside him, clapping her hands lightly to keep the dance rhythm for Aoki.

But Aoki's steps couldn't keep up with Li Meijuan's rhythm; his movements slowed down more and more until he stopped completely. After standing there blankly for a while, Aoki knelt down on the floor again.

Cai Xiaohong's face showed some displeasure.

She said, "This is so boring."

Li Meijuan angrily kicked Aoki to the ground, placing her soft, sock-clad foot on his neck and squeezing it hard.

She said, "You're so disrespectful!"

Then, she kicked him in the face with her heel.

He Yuying came up and handed the leather whip to Li Meijuan.

She said, "Don't be angry, give him a good beating."

Li Meijuan angrily took the whip and kicked Qingmu hard in the stomach. Then, she kept whipping Qingmu's face.

After only a few lashes, He Yuying came over and pulled Li Meijuan away.

She said, "That's enough, stop hitting him. Calm down first, we'll let him try something else later, so it won't be too much trouble." Li Meijuan dropped the whip. He

Yuying asked Cai Xiaohong to take Qingmu to the bathroom to wash his face.

When Cai Xiaohong brought Qingmu back to the living room, Li Meijuan's anger had subsided. After all, it was just a romantic game; how could she take it seriously?

Li Meijuan patted Qingmu's face and expressed her sincere apology.

Cai Xiaohong brought Li Meijuan a pair of slippers to wear. Then they untied Aoki, leaving him alone in the living room to polish Li Meijuan's shoes.

The three women left the living room and went to the dining room for a late-night snack.

Aoki knelt on the floor alone, meticulously polishing Li Meijuan's high-heeled shoes.

He polished the lemon-colored shoes until they were spotless and gleaming.

Then he knelt down and scrubbed the floor of He Yuying's room like a servant.

Cai Xiaohong finished her snack and came out of the dining room first.

She made herself a cup of hot coffee, took a sip, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe her damp lips.

The energetic actress sat down leisurely, stretched her limbs on the sofa, and then beckoned to Aoki.

Cai Xiaohong said, "Come here and polish my shoes too."

Aoki crawled over. Cai Xiaohong put her foot under his nose.

She said, "You have to clean it for me."

Aoki picked up a shoe brush and began to polish the high-heeled shoe Cai Xiaohong was wearing. Then, he placed Cai Xiaohong's calves on his knees and carefully wiped them with a clean cloth.

Before he had even finished wiping the first shoe, he heard He Yuying call from inside the restaurant, "Xiaohong, tell him to come over here. Meijuan is going to give him a good beating." Cai Xiaohong kicked Aoki's thigh with the unpolished shoe.

She said, "Hurry up and go in, Sister Li and the others are going to give you a beating." Then, Cai Xiaohong raised her hand and tapped him on the head. She added, "Listen carefully, I want to watch you crawl in." Aoki put his hands on the ground and, following the instructions of the young actress Cai Xiaohong, excitedly crawled towards Ms. He Yuying's beautiful restaurant.

Now, He Yuying's restaurant was Aoki's center of pleasure.

Because he knew that they had prepared an even more exciting torture program there, waiting for him to enjoy.

In the brightly lit restaurant, two beautiful faces were flushed with the afterglow of alcohol.

Li Meijuan picked up an empty plate stained with grease and made Aoki lick it.

He Yuying poured a little leftover soup into half a bowl of leftover rice for him to eat.

The two women forced Aoki to clean up their leftovers, and this humiliation aroused him again.

In this private, theatrical space, the more they humiliated him, the happier Aoki felt.

When he woke up in the early morning, it was just dawn.

Cai Xiaohong came out of He Yuying's room and went to the bathroom alone, rescuing Aoki from his deepest humiliation.

The torture game last night had lasted until the early hours.

Aoki had played the role of a public servant to the three women, who took turns enjoying a queen-like glory. Because they had played so happily, the romantic, lonely women became as beautiful as flowers.

Finally, everyone was exhausted.

They tied Aoki's hands tightly with rope and hoisted his arms to an iron ring hanging from the ceiling.

He Yuying took off her smelly socks and stuffed them into Aoki's mouth.

Li Meijuan tried hard to stuff a long, thin, purple eggplant into his anus.

After showering and changing into slippers, Cai Xiaohong took a thin rope and tied the high-heeled shoes she had worn during the day to Aoki's testicles.

After a comfortable nap, the young actresses from the May Rose Dance Troupe paused for a moment in front of their artistic pose.

Aoki's appearance amused Cai Xiaohong again.

The icy green high-heeled shoes remained tightly fastened, and due to poor blood flow, Aoki's penis swelled up like a purple radish.

The eggplant that Li Meijuan had inserted into his anus was still there.

At this time, the sky outside was just beginning to lighten, and the room was still dimly lit—the most romantic time of day, the easiest time to let one's imagination run

wild. Cai Xiaohong, who had just gotten up, wasn't dressed yet. Her underwear was a light rose color, which subtly concealed her slender, fair figure. Her pair of fair, bare feet wore transparent plastic slippers.

She stood beside Aoki, giggling for a while, then squatted down and urinated, before carefully washing her face at the sink. It

took about fifteen minutes.

After washing up, Cai Xiaohong removed the weights from Aoki's body.

She pulled the eggplant out of Aoki's buttocks again, then squeezed the rubber hose and thoroughly washed his front and back. Finally, she untied the rope from the sling and lowered Aoki down from the iron ring.

The clever Cai Xiaohong left Aoki alone in the bathroom while she went back to her room to change.

Aoki came to the living room after relieving himself.

Cai Xiaohong had changed into a brightly colored casual dress, light yellow and rose red, and white high-heeled sandals that showed her toes.

She was fiddling with a thin, dark green leather belt, sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

Aoki remembered her beautiful image of whipping a horse; he was now a steed ready to be driven, awaiting his mistress's command.

Cai Xiaohong patted the belt on the sofa. She said, "Get to work. If you don't obey, I'll give you a good spanking." Under the young singer's clear instructions, Aoki knelt on the floor, scrubbing it like a Japanese woman.

Because the rules of the sadomasochistic game were strictly binding, the beautiful and seemingly weak Cai Xiaohong easily turned Qingmu into her slave.

The leather belt in her hand was completely useless.

Under Cai Xiaohong's supervision, Qingmu worked very hard.

Precisely because Cai Xiaohong held the leather belt as a prop, the romantic male protagonist was immersed in these dramatic scenarios, performing the most degrading tasks under the strict supervision of the young actress.

Overjoyed, Qingmu truly experienced the pleasure of being a slave.

Cai Xiaohong urged Qingmu to kneel and wipe the wooden floor of the living room clean.

Then, she followed behind Qingmu, kicking his buttocks in her high heels, making him climb upstairs and herding him into a room upstairs.

It was a cozy boudoir that He Yuying had arranged for Cai Xiaohong.

Cai Xiaohong did not immediately hit him; her expression softened, and she even revealed a touch of delicate charm.

Qingmu began to tidy up Cai Xiaohong's room willingly.

He folded the blankets on the bed and carefully smoothed out the sheets and pillowcases.

While doing these chores, Aoki felt a surge of self-sacrifice.

He was willing to be a slave to this young woman; Cai Xiaohong's act of tidying her room was a favor bestowed upon her by her mistress.

After tidying up Cai Xiaohong's room, Aoki shyly glanced at his young and beautiful mistress.

At that moment, Cai Xiaohong was also watching Aoki with a concerned gaze; her beautiful, captivating eyes were filled with affection and radiated an unusual brilliance.

Cai Xiaohong led Aoki to the living room.

The dignified and voluptuous Ms. He Yuying was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee.

She was a beautiful woman who knew how to enjoy life. Having just played a lesbian game with Li Meijuan in bed the previous night, the 36-year-old He Yuying felt a kind of spiritual nourishment, and she appeared exceptionally radiant today. Her

fair and delicate face was bright and clear, and a faint blush appeared on her smooth cheeks.

He Yuying saw Cai Xiaohong bring Qingmu in.

She said, "Come here and lick my feet."

The beautiful, romantic woman kicked off her slippers, revealing a beautiful, alluring bare foot emerging from beneath her clean skirt.

Qingmu crawled over and pressed his mouth to He Yuying's soft little foot.

Cai Xiaohong followed and kicked Qingmu's buttocks.

She said, "Lick it now!"

Qingmu used his sensitive tongue to lick between He Yuying's toes; the beautiful crevices seemed to contain an alluring fragrance and sweetness.

This was a long-buried dream in Qingmu's heart. He gently licked the beautiful woman's alluring bare feet, a shameful pleasure welling up within him. He

carefully licked his mistress's moist soles, and later, Qingmu even put one of He Yuying's feet in his mouth, sucking on it with great interest.

He Yuying rested her head on the sofa, gently closing her eyes, fully enjoying Qingmu's service.

Time passed, romantic and warm. After an unknown amount of time, Ms. He Yuying opened her eyes.

Aoki continued licking his mistress's beautiful toes.

He Yuying kicked his mouth open with her foot.

[To be continued]

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