【My Story with Sister Zhao】(13) Author: 52676

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(Thirteen)

Warm sunlight streamed into the bedroom, making the room cozy and warm. In this room, a sensual
love scene was unfolding.

The woman sat on the dog cage, her slender limbs wrapped in leather. Her full buttocks were squeezed and deformed by the iron cage,
making her lines even more alluring. The woman tilted her chin up, closed her eyes, and moaned. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, glistening in
the sunlight . She held a leather rope in one hand, the other end of which
was tied around the neck of an almost naked man. The man's head was covered by a silk stocking, with only his mouth exposed. His hair was
wet with sweat from the heat. He was half-squatting, his hands gripping the top of the cage to relieve the pressure on his thighs. Only in this way could his face
be completely buried between the woman's legs, and only then could he collect the woman's nectar into his mouth.

The room, exposed to the sun for a long time and lacking ventilation, slowly warmed up. Beads of sweat began
to
appear on both of
their bodies. The woman's moans grew more frequent, her breathing faster, and she tightened her grip on the ropes. The man, receiving the signal, intensified his tongue's teasing, his face rising and falling between the woman's legs as if she were riding on his.

The temperature rose higher and higher, and their bodies grew increasingly hot. Finally, during one of the tongue's teasing moments, the woman
reached orgasm, her vaginal fluids gushing out and splashing onto the man's face,
mingling with his sweat on his stockings, releasing a lewd scent.

The woman sat on the cage, a strand of hair clinging to her forehead with sweat. Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her lips parted slightly,
her cheeks flushed, and a bead of fragrant sweat slid down her fair neck, disappearing between her gently rising and falling breasts.
The woman's long, slender legs were tightly encased in high leather boots, the scent of her feet
intensified . Looking at the man in the cage beneath her, she twitched her toes inside the boots, her sadistic desires
rekindled…

"Stupid dog, come here," Sister Zhao beckoned to me from behind, her hand reaching into the cage. I quickly leaned
closer. "I'm sweating a lot here," Sister Zhao said, her index finger sliding between her buttocks, drawing out a drop of sweat and placing it before my
eyes.

My tongue involuntarily darted out, exploring Sister Zhao's fingertip. A sweat with the smell of anus
stimulated my taste buds, and I greedily enveloped Sister Zhao's entire finger, sucking every drop of liquid.

"Oh, hehe, do you like it?" Sister Zhao's finger swirled in my mouth. I nodded repeatedly, my mouth still
unwilling to leave my mistress's finger.

"Come on, eat more if you like," Sister Zhao said, pulling out her index finger and this time adding her middle finger, gently pressing it against
her anus and rubbing it. I eagerly pressed my face against it, staring at those two fingers like a
hungry dog waiting for a feeding command. My mistress seemed to enjoy this teasing, deliberately moaning, my penis throbbing inside
the chastity belt.

"Smell it," Sister Zhao said, straightening her finger and pressing it against my philtrum, gently rubbing it. "You lowly dog,
remember your master's scent." I greedily inhaled the scent on my nose, my mouth watering.

Sister Zhao used her index finger to tease my lips, then slipped her middle finger inside, the bitter taste staining my tongue.
"Suck it," Sister Zhao's seductive voice came, and I enveloped her finger with my lips, sucking on it. Sister Zhao's middle finger
began to slowly move in and out, my mouth making a popping sound.

"Your mouth is so good," Sister Zhao exclaimed. "If I had a penis, I'd
put it in your mouth 24/7, hehehe." Her blatant humiliation made me blush, but
the scene excited me, and I worked even harder with my mouth.

"Alright, you're getting more and more vulgar," Sister Zhao pulled her finger out of my mouth, wiped it on my face with the stockings,
shifted her body, and put one leg on the cage, letting her high-heeled boot slip down through the gap.

"You've been sweating all day," Sister Zhao unzipped the top half of her boot, revealing her fair
calves, and then gestured for me to unzip the bottom as well.

A warm, humid scent wafted from the side of the boot, steaming my face. I regretted not having enough lung capacity,
wasting so much of the scent. "Hehe, does it stink?" Sister Zhao playfully swung her foot back and forth, making my head
move back and forth, finally stepping on my face, her toes comfortably stretching across my forehead. I stuck out my tongue and
licked the soles of my mistress's feet, making her giggle.

Sister Zhao's feet, having been
in
her boots for a long time, were somewhat pale, and the scent was more of leather than sweat, tasting only slightly salty. My tongue wandered between Sister Zhao's toes, my lips kissing them. The woman I admired sat directly above me, her eyes slightly closed, comfortably enjoying
the foot cleaning.

"If I didn't have your service one day, I might not be able to get used to it," Sister Zhao said, slipping her other foot
inside , waiting for my tongue's touch.

"I want to serve you forever," I said, pulling out Sister Zhao's big toe and looking up at her high above. She was
staring at my face, her eyes gentle, yet tinged with a hint of reluctance, as if this were a final farewell between lovers.

"Don't talk nonsense," Sister Zhao's tone became serious. "You have a bright future ahead of you; you can't ruin it because of
me ."

"Master," I had a bad feeling. "You won't abandon me, will you?"

A look of confusion flashed across my face. Sister Zhao pulled her feet out of the cage, turned around, and lightly jumped to the ground,
her back to me. "I'm very satisfied with your service these past few days." She turned her head and smiled slightly. "I won't abandon you."

My eyes welled up with tears, and I felt that the pain and humiliation I had suffered these past few days had finally been
rewarded.

"Thank you, Master," I lowered my head.

"Alright, come out now, it's too hot in the bedroom." Sister Zhao walked to the cage door and hooked the latch with her foot.

I climbed out of the dog cage using both hands and feet, and slowly stood up. My knees were a little sore from kneeling for so long. Sister Zhao
came closer , untied the collar around my neck, took off the pantyhose from my head and threw it aside, cupped my face
and rubbed it, her gaze very gentle, a smile on her lips, as if the person standing in front of her was her lover.

"Sister Zhao," I blurted out the long-forgotten title involuntarily.

"Hmm?" Sister Zhao blinked, looking at me, seemingly unconcerned by the change in my address.

"Can I hug you?" I asked, mustering my courage.

Sister Zhao chuckled, saying nothing, opening her arms, her eyes crinkling into beautiful smiles. I...
I awkwardly reached out and hugged Sister Zhao from the front.

My hands gently rested on her smooth back, the soft touch against her chest, I could even feel
her soft nipples, and the faint fragrance of her hair wafted into my nose, making me feel incredibly at ease. In that
instant I suddenly understood the meaning of a mother's embrace that many people spoke of.

My father was strict with me from a young age, and after starting elementary school, I rarely snuggled in my mother's arms anymore. After
coming to Shanghai for studies and work, I rarely went home, but every time I did, I saw the wrinkles
at the corners of my mother's eyes deepen. Sometimes I longed to hug my mother again, but in front of my family, some emotions were hard to express.

[This year, I must hug my parents properly when I go home for the New Year] I thought to myself.

"Doggy, this metal thing is pressing against me," Sister Zhao's gentle voice sounded in my ear, pulling me
back from my thoughts. I quickly stepped back.

"Have you been holding it in for so long? Are you uncomfortable?" Sister Zhao's hand grasped my chastity cage, the warmth of her palm gradually
spreading through me. "It's okay," I replied. I didn't want to wear this for a second, but I had to obey Sister Zhao's command.

"Hehe," Sister Zhao stroked the chastity cage, one hand pinching my nipple. "Master is in
a good , so you can ejaculate to your heart's content."

I waited for Sister Zhao's "but

." "But..." As expected, Sister Zhao slowly said, "You have to come with me to meet someone."

"Huh?" This condition was unexpected. "Who?"

"Susan," an unfamiliar name popped out of Sister Zhao's mouth. "The woman on the phone just now, my best friend."

"Susan? A foreigner?" I was a little confused; Sister Zhao was clearly speaking Chinese just now.

"No, it's Shan from Coral, my roommate when I was studying abroad," Sister Zhao smiled. "She's six or seven years older than you,
so you should call her 'sister.'

" "Then..." I didn't know where to begin. "Then why would I see her?"

"We're very close... we talk about everything," Sister Zhao seemed to recall past events, but suddenly shook her head with
a smile "It's no use telling you so much. You'll know when you see her. After I finish my work schedule tomorrow,
the three of us can have a meal together this week."

"No problem," I agreed, but in my heart, I was wondering just how close Sister Zhao and this Susan were.

The host took out her phone and fiddled with it, then pointed the screen at me. "She's a real beauty.
She had , including quite a few blond handsome guys."

I glanced at the woman on the screen. She was tall and slender, wearing a floral dress, standing
in front of a sculpture, smiling slightly. She had red lips and white teeth, phoenix eyes and willow eyebrows, but her eyes carried a hint of cold arrogance.

"She is indeed very beautiful," I agreed, but my gaze turned to the mature and elegant woman in front of me.

"Compared to me?" Sister Zhao put away her phone, tilting her head to meet my gaze.

"You can't compare, you're the only goddess in my heart." These were my heartfelt words, without
any embellishment.

"Goddess, hehehe...you have such a sweet tongue." Sister Zhao chuckled, "Your goddess is already over forty
..."

I was about to say something when Sister Zhao stopped me, unlocking the shackles on my lower body with a key, her right hand grasping my
penis, gently rubbing it.

"Master, I..." I wanted to say I could do it myself, but Sister Zhao interrupted me again.

"Don't talk, come with me." The master grabbed my penis and led me into the living room, looked around,
turned back and gave me a wicked smile, then led me to the living room's French windows.

"Press on the window," Sister Zhao pushed me from behind. I hesitated. My apartment was on the 23rd floor.
Although there were only seven floors above it, the distance to the high-rise building opposite was less than 30 meters. The living room wasn't sunny, but
the midday light was still quite strong. From here, I could clearly see the furniture in the apartment across the street. Similarly, if even one person from the seventh
floor appeared on their balcony in the afternoon, my embarrassing situation would be exposed to them
.

"Master, could you please close the curtains?" Although I knew the answer, I still wanted to struggle a bit.

"Don't you want it anymore?" Sister Zhao stood behind me, pressed against my back, her right hand gently pinching my buttocks,
while her left hand reached to my chest, pinching my left nipple, which felt very pleasurable.

"Yes," my voice was almost distorted with pleasure, and my burning lower body slowly hardened.

"Then lie down properly and stick your ass up." Sister Zhao slapped my butt hard. I obediently pressed
my upper body against the glass. The temperature of the glass was just right. I leaned back slightly, leaving
enough space between my penis and the glass.

Sister Zhao's slender fingers wrapped around my penis, her thumb gently pressing on my glans. She gently rubbed it with her palm
, and I felt my secretions being evenly spread on the glans. A current of pleasure spread from the
glans throughout my body, and I couldn't help but groan.

"Hehehe." Sister Zhao grabbed the hair at the back of my head with her other hand and slowly pulled it back, forcing my head
up. "Don't be shy, show your face and let the neighbors know you."

I was very nervous, afraid that others would see my appearance, but a strange sense of stimulation rose from the bottom of my heart.
Subconsciously, I actually hoped that others would see my lewd appearance. The penis in Sister Zhao's hand throbbed again.

"Hahaha, you're really something." Sister Zhao certainly felt my swelling. She grabbed it hard with her right hand, and my
penis cried out in pain.

Sister Zhao released my penis, her hand reaching down to cup my two shrunken testicles, playing with them. I
felt like this woman was driving me crazy.

"Enjoy it," Sister Zhao's soft hand gripped my penis again, and she started stroking it. Although it was
the same thing, stroking it myself and Sister Zhao's stroking felt completely different. The unfamiliarity brought
a greater sense of pleasure to my penis. I could feel my burning hot fluid
being sent , pushing me towards orgasm.

I saw a family watching TV in their living room. They would never imagine that right outside the window,
a man was being pressed against the window by a woman, doing such a lewd thing. I even imagined their expressions when they saw
this scene. A unique sexual excitement pushed me to take another
big step towards the peak. My body began to tremble, and Sister Zhao's hand speed increased.

"Master, I'm coming, I'm going to come," I felt my whole body was ready to sprint.

"Come on, come as hard as you can," Sister Zhao grabbed my hair, her other hand moving quickly.

I felt my penis jerk violently, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. The semen I'd been holding back all day was squeezed out by my muscles and ejaculated.
It hit the glass in front of me. "Ugh..." My legs temporarily lost strength, and I could only barely support myself.
I wanted to rest for a bit, but my lower body suddenly started to hurt again. Sister Zhao didn't let go of my penis; instead, she continued to stroke
it, trying to make my gradually softening penis hard again. "Useless thing, you ejaculated in less than three minutes,"
Sister Zhao teased me, breathing into my ear. "Your penis is small, and you even have premature ejaculation. How did I end up with such a
useless sex slave like you?" My libido had just been completely wiped out, and I felt uncomfortable being insulted like this. I
shook my body. "Master, it hurts..."

"I know you're in pain. Bear with it, get hard right away, and prove you're not a complete waste." Sister Zhao
slowed down her hand movements, but she still gripped my penis and stroked it up and down.

I admit that I am indeed very sensitive and ejaculate easily, but not to the point of premature ejaculation. Besides,
I'm still young, and my chance to prove myself is to get hard in a short time. I want Sister Zhao to respect me.

But as a man, without the support of drugs, it was indeed very difficult to get an erection in a short time. I
closed my eyes and thought about those lewd things with Sister Zhao, but I couldn't concentrate. My penis became softer and softer,
smaller and smaller, and my forehead was covered in sweat.

"Hehehe," Sister Zhao laughed, grabbing my penis completely in one hand and kneading it, wantonly
humiliating me. "Liu Wei, you are really pathetic. In this life, you can only use your tongue to lick my cunt and my asshole..."

My cheeks burned, and a sense of inferiority surged into my heart, spreading throughout my body. To have my sexual ability wantonly insulted by a woman,
even if she is my master, is really a very shameful thing. My confidence as a man was
thrown naked on the ground by Sister Zhao, wantonly trampled and crushed.

Sister Zhao seemed to really enjoy humiliating me like this. She grabbed my hair and pulled it back. "Come on, lift your face up
so the neighbors can see how useless you are."

I looked forward helplessly. There was only an old man with white hair watering flowers on the balcony. He didn't look at me. I
wasn't sure if he was seeing things or pretending not to see me so we could continue this.

"Master, please let me go," I pleaded, my voice trembling with tears.

"You have no right to make demands of me," Sister Zhao said, shoving my face against the glass window.
Her other hand continued its actions. I felt my penis had shrunk back into my scrotum.

"Liu Wei, you've really opened my eyes. It's so small," Sister Zhao laughed, pinching
my glans with two fingers. "I've seen so many men, and your penis is truly the smallest and most useless one, haha."

The humiliation made me increasingly anxious, but my attention became increasingly scattered, and my penis grew softer and softer. Sister Zhao's two
fingers pinched my glans painfully.

At that moment, I truly understood how crucial sexual ability is to a man's confidence, even arguably
the root of it. If I could be as powerful and enduring as Mr. Zhang, perhaps I could conquer Sister Zhao's body like him
; but the reality is that I've always been subservient to Sister Zhao, pathetically kneeling beneath her,
serving her and satisfying her with kisses from other men. If sex had a hierarchy, I would undoubtedly be at the very bottom,
my head trampled and slowly crushed by Sister Zhao, with no hope of ever rising again.

As I lamented my tragic role, my masochistic nature seemed to awaken again. Sister Zhao's humiliation of me nourished this withered tree like rain, allowing it to grow strong again, and slowly arousing
my sexual desire . "Oh?" Sister Zhao noticed my change. "Looks like I still need to humiliate you to get you excited." My lower body swelled rapidly; I could feel its erection, slowly spreading . "That's more like a young man," Sister Zhao praised, slowly mending my shattered confidence. After the second erection, the sensitivity decreased significantly. Although the hardness wasn't as strong as the first time, the duration was much longer. Sister Zhao seemed a bit tired. "Hehe, not bad, lasting so long this time. Looks like I misjudged you." Sister Zhao released my penis and rested her arm. "Turn around." I obediently turned around, my back against the glass, the warmth seeping into my body. Sister Zhao stood naked in front of me, smiling at me. "Looks like you need to be properly humiliated to prove yourself." Sister Zhao grabbed my penis with one hand and touched my face with the other , her fingers teasing my mouth. I unconsciously stuck out my tongue. "Who told you to lick it? Open your mouth." Sister Zhao pinched my penis, and I winced in pain, quickly opening my mouth. "Hehe." Sister Zhao inserted two fingers into my mouth and commanded again, "Suck it." I closed my mouth, and the taste of semen filled the air. "Hehehe." Sister Zhao chuckled wickedly, wiping her fingers on my tongue. It turned out that some of had gotten on her hand. I had long since overcome this psychological barrier, and besides, this was my own essence. Without much internal struggle, I quickly licked my master's fingers clean. "Mmm," Sister Zhao seemed unsatisfied, her eyes filled with provocation, her lips slightly parted, her middle finger moving in and out , while her other finger began to move faster again. I felt my lower body begin to feel comfortable from numbness... Finally, under Sister Zhao's teasing and manipulation, I ejaculated, but the amount of semen I ejaculated the second time wasn't very large, and some landed on my master's jade thighs. Sister Zhao wasn't annoyed, patted my face, and released my lower body. My legs went weak, and I simply knelt down, cleaning the semen I had left on Sister Zhao's legs. Sister Zhao rubbed her arms and touched my cheek. "Lick the glass too," Sister Zhao patted my face and ordered. I turned around. There was a . Because of the structure of my tongue, I had to start from the floor and slowly lick it from bottom to top. Sister Zhao straddled my body, watching me clean up my mess. Just as I was about to finish cleaning up, I suddenly felt something press down on my hair. Then, water droplets splashed all over the glass in front of me, and my back was immediately wet by a hot spring. The mistress swayed her body and poured her holy water on the back of my head and the glass. "What are you standing there for? Drink it!" Sister Zhao bent her legs and sat on my back, continuing to urinate. The hissing sound of her urine came from behind my ears, and it was so pleasant. The warm liquid flowed down my back and neck. I lowered my head, pursed my lips, and frantically sucked the urine on the floor. My lower body swelled up at an incredible speed. As she finished urinating, Sister Zhao contracted her buttocks twice to squeeze out all the urine, finally filling her...

She sighed contentedly, stood up, and said, "I'm going to take a shower. Clean up here. We're going to Little South Country for dinner tonight;
I'm craving their sole." Then she gracefully walked into the bathroom.

I nodded obediently, began spitting out the urine on the floor, and grabbed my semi-erect penis with one hand, starting to pathetically
masturbate…

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