A Happy Life

Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Wenzhi. Because my ancestors were very good at business, by my father's generation, the family fortune had exceeded 200 million. When I was five years old, my philandering father got involved with a female secretary at his company during a company trip. The two then secretly met, and more than half a year later, on their way to a dance, they were involved in a car accident and finally "broke up," leaving behind my mother, Cheng Jing, my older sister, Zhang Wenying, and me. My mother endured the humiliation and took on the responsibility of being the chairman of the company while raising my sister and me to adulthood. My mother, Cheng Jing, possesses a face that could rival the beauty of a legendary beauty, coupled with a delicate and curvaceous figure. Standing at 1.65 meters tall, her most enviable feature is her towering breasts, and her long, shapely legs, like white jade, rival the sun and moon in brilliance, clad in flesh-colored, lustrous velvet stockings… well, I won't say more. My mother was only twenty-one when she gave birth to me, and thanks to her excellent maintenance, her face remains radiant. Her misty, gentle eyes are enough to inspire countless poems, making her seem like someone just past thirty, full of charm. Every year, more than a platoon of men pursue her—isn't that annoying?! But a mother who is invincible in the business world certainly has a way of keeping away those sleazy men who only love her beauty and wealth. The men never understand why she seems to have no sex drive. I think this might be due to the untold shame and trauma of a woman with two children—the pain of not being able to keep her husband. This trauma makes her avoid sex out of a sense of failure. My older sister, Zhang Wenying, is even more interesting. She is currently studying business at university and also works part-time at my mother's company. Needless to say, she will be managing our family business in the future. Like her mother, she had an angelic face and a devilish figure, with firm breasts, soft, delicate, cylindrical thighs that tapered towards the bottom, smooth, long calves, soft ankles, and a large, round bottom. She often wore suits and high-end black stockings, which shone dazzlingly against her snow-white legs. But her sister's personality was completely different from her mother's. She was like a strong woman, aloof and determined, with clear, sharp eyes that made her unapproachable. So, I never heard of her having a boyfriend. My sister was incredibly demanding of me, very strict with my studies, and if my grades weren't good, she would be very harsh with me. In other words, my sister has unknowingly taken on the role of father at home—although I believe this is a form of personality trauma that will ruin her happiness. As for me, haha, I have four quirks: First, I have a fetish, my favorite being stockings and strappy high heels; second, I've enjoyed Zen meditation for many years, but I just don't understand one thing: you say fetishism can bring joy that ordinary people don't experience, but when a person can't see or touch their beloved object, they suffer more than others. You say you should quit fetishism? I've never heard of anyone successfully quitting. Besides, after quitting, there's no joy or sorrow, no feeling of existence, everything is emptiness—what meaning would that have? Thirdly, although I worked hard and studied diligently, my weak constitution and slow mind made me a target for bullying from classmates since childhood. Even with my sister's strict supervision, my grades were just passable, nothing compared to my sister's outstanding achievements. Fourthly, I have a very strong sense of ownership. If there's something I consider mine, I will fight tooth and nail to keep it from falling into the wrong hands. For example, I've always considered my mother part of my family, and I particularly dislike men who pursue her. Okay, now that I've introduced my family, let's get down to business. This year, thanks to my hard work, I finally got into university. But lately, I've noticed my fetish is getting worse, especially every night when my mom comes home from work or my sister comes home from school. Two pairs of beautiful, smooth legs in different colored stockings are constantly in front of me, and my little brother, of course, can't stand it, often getting so angry he "cries." Luckily, we don't have any maids; my mom and sister do everything themselves, so my gleaming eyes can finally be satisfied. Almost every night, I need to masturbate with my mom or sister as the object of my desire to fall asleep. Don't think I feel any guilt; I feel absolutely none. I felt that having sex with them would bring my family closer, and that the love of my relatives would bind us together more tightly. I wanted to make my mother and sister happy and heal the emotional wounds left on each of us after my father's passing. I had seen a psychologist, but it didn't work. So, I decided to use the summer before starting university to travel to places like India and Tibet, visiting various temples to ask the high monks to help me realize this goal in my heart and to rid myself of ignorance. That night, when I told my mother about my travel plans, she agreed, but I could see a hint of worry and love in her eyes. She repeatedly told me to be careful and even called a friend of hers who had traveled to Southeast Asia to ask for advice on what to be aware of. Although my sister simply told me to be careful, I always felt she was preoccupied. She seemed worried something might happen to me. Sigh, after all, I've grown up under their protection for the past 18 years. Now, suddenly disappearing for a while, they must be unaccustomed to it, and I don't feel good about it either. After a week of preparation, I was finally about to embark on my journey. On the day of departure, my mother and sister both took time off work to see me off at the airport. My mother's eyes seemed a little red, and I couldn't bear to see it. After saying goodbye, I hurried through the gate. A moment after passing through, I secretly looked back and saw my sister, who always wore sunglasses, take them off and look at my back with a melancholy expression. I've already given a long introduction, so to save everyone's time, I won't go into the details of what I saw and heard in India and Tibet. In short, I encountered some miracles, met some high-ranking monks, and many of my doubts about life were suddenly cleared up. But most importantly, I met a high-ranking monk in a slum in India who claimed to be a teacher, and he gave me a strange experience. At that time, I frankly told this high monk about my four great ignorances. After listening, the high monk said, "If lust is your greatest ignorance, and the Buddha will punish you for it, what will you do?" I replied, "The sin itself lies in causing suffering to others. If I do not inflict it on others, but let it flow freely in my heart, joyful and carefree, what use is the Buddha to me? If the Buddha insists on punishing me, then I will only kill gods and Buddhas, achieving a state of complete focus." The one who taught me then asked, "Since your mind is free from distractions, why are you still attached to material things?" I said, "Yes, joy, which is what people like, so why am I ignorant? No, sorrow, which is what people hate." Why is there ignorance? It is both existence and non-existence, called completeness. It can only be thought of, not acted upon. It is neither existence nor non-existence, also called completeness, but this is no different from a speck of dust in the world. How can human wisdom exist then? I cannot prove these principles, so I have come to ask you.” The one who imparted the Way said, “Very well, since you can kill gods and Buddhas, I will give you one piece of advice: Solve matters of the flesh with the flesh. Go and possess your mother and sister.” Most people would be terrified upon hearing this, but at this moment my mind was exceptionally calm, as if I had known this high monk for a long time, that we belonged to the same ultimate source, and that I completely trusted him. I said, "My body is willing, but it is weak, bound by societal constraints, and I cannot overcome it." The high monk finally asked, "Buddhist scriptures say that love is attachment. What do you think?" I answered honestly, "Only those with attachment are true people. Buddhist scriptures are not suitable for everyone. One must seek one's own truth; this is the necessary condition for becoming a Buddha or a god. Following the Buddha's teachings is less desirable than being an obedient dog." The master laughed heartily and said, "Perhaps the pain of losing your father and your so-called personality trauma are what will create your enlightenment. You will surely be able to traverse both the realms of gods and Buddhas in the future, and you will surely fulfill all your wishes, because..." "You were chosen and tempered by the true Lord in the darkness." Then, the teacher gave me a mirror and taught me some mind control magic... From that day on, every night when I masturbated, I secretly vowed to heal my mother and sister's wounds and to make my family's relationship truly complete and happy... Finally, I ended my travel life and rushed home a week before school started. My mother was there to greet me at the airport. When I asked, I learned that my sister had gone to Shanghai to investigate a branch office on my mother's behalf and wouldn't be back for three days. My mother had taken half a day off to pick me up. When she saw me, she was so happy she almost forgot herself, and hugged me tightly. "My son, I'm so glad you're back safe and sound. I was so worried about you." I was a little embarrassed, but when I politely hugged my mother, I immediately felt the warmth of her firm breasts under her clothes. When I hugged her waist, I immediately felt the heat of her slender waist. Combined with the smooth silk clothes, I felt as if I were floating in heaven. I hugged my mother warmly and began to forget myself, and couldn't help but stroke her smooth back a few times. When the airport announcement came on, my son and I suddenly remembered that we were in a public place. We quickly relaxed, left the airport, and hailed a taxi. Once inside, my mother and I sat side-by-side in the back seat. I caught my breath and was about to ask about my mother when the sight before me took my breath away. My mother was wearing a light blue short skirt suit, revealing a pair of long, smooth, and beautiful legs…Furthermore, the flesh-colored stockings made the lines of her legs appear even softer, revealing most of her smooth, rounded thighs, making them even more alluring. If I'm not mistaken, the stocking straps must be openwork. A pair of extremely high-end, exquisite velvet strappy black stiletto heels blended perfectly with her legs, highlighting the smooth, beautiful curves of her insteps. You could tell the wearer had a very high level of aesthetic sense and taste. The thin strap tied around her seemingly boneless ankle was incredibly elegant. After a while, I came back to my senses, staring into my mother's captivating, misty eyes, and asked her what was wrong. I no longer care what we talk about, but the urge to become one with her is incredibly exciting. I've made up my mind to do something with my mother tonight that will bring her lifelong happiness, before my sister comes back. At 7:30 p.m., after my mother and I had dinner, she listened with great interest as I recounted my travel experiences. As I spoke, seeing that the time was right, I pretended to suddenly realize something and said, "I almost forgot to give you the gift I bought in India, Mom." Then, I hurriedly opened my luggage and took out that magical mirror from the very back. I prayed in my heart that the mirror was really as magical as the preacher had said, and I was extremely excited—who knew how the world would change because of my thoughts from the next moment? No, I only wanted to change my mother's life, I only wanted to give her happiness, a happiness that was not accepted by this foolish society, and in doing so, I elevated my soul to an unprecedented sensory realm. "Son, you seem very excited! Your face is so red!" "Maybe the air conditioning isn't strong enough. I'll turn it up." I concealed my excitement and handed the mirror to my mother. It was a bronze mirror, with unknown gods and demons engraved on the handle and frame. The mirror surface was blurred from age. My mother initially showed a hint of doubt, but slowly, her gaze became distant, her hazy eyes resembling misty autumn waters. "Your strength is slowly disappearing, and your will is no longer resisting. Resisting wisdom makes you uneasy. You are satisfied with this state. You feel very safe." My mother's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin mist. She was motionless, her hands resting on the table, holding the mirror weakly but firmly. I knew that my mother was now entering a hypnotic state. I continued gently, "That drop of water will lead you, Mom, beyond worldly troubles. Okay, now the drop of water has led you beyond them. You will see a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, which represents your troubles and pain. You don't have to touch them now. You will see a door at the end of the tunnel. Your body will float up and float to the door, float... float past it. Open that door, and you will see endless light, a very soft light. Don't hesitate, float past it happily." All of Mom's mental activity quickly appeared in the mirror. A door appeared in the mirror, and the door was getting closer and closer, representing Mom observing the door from a first-person perspective, floating past it. Suddenly, the door opened, and countless rays of light shone in. Mom had completed the first stage of the process. "In this wonderful new world, I am your guide, leading you to experience true happiness. Everything I say is for your benefit. Do not doubt me, you cannot resist me, Mom. You will completely obey me. Say you will obey me, understand?" Mom's face was expressionless, her eyes vacant, and she slowly said, "Yes, I will obey you. I will not doubt, I will not resist." "Please go back 13 years and see the place where Dad was having an affair with that female secretary. What do you see?" A large room appeared in the mirror, with a large bed. Two fleshy creatures were engaged in a fierce close-quarters battle. The man was my father, and the woman, needless to say... "Ah, I saw my unfaithful husband, he, he..." A look of pain crossed my mother's face, her voice choked with emotion. I quickly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be in pain. Your heart has already found boundless peace. Don't let these disturbances disturb your peace. You are no longer involved; your soul has been elevated. Okay, now think about it, why is Cheng Jing usually so melancholy?" "Look at yourself, what does that prostitute have that compares to Cheng Jing? Why would that bastard like her?" "In what way is Cheng Jing inferior to her? Ah, I feel Cheng Jing is in great pain now. She can't keep her husband. What's the use of her kindness and nobility? What's the use of her youth and beauty? She's so insecure and depressed." Things turned out just as I had suspected. Through the reflection in the mirror and my mother's introspective self-reflection, I finally uncovered the secret in my mother's heart. Now, what I need to do is completely heal my mother's psychological trauma. I continued gently, "Okay, now you will see a white cloud, slowly, slowly enveloping you. You will rise with this white cloud, leave this place, and ascend to your office. Okay, now this white cloud slowly disappears, and you will see yourself in your office every day, along with those men who often bother you. Do you see them?" The scene in the mirror gradually changed. First, something like a white cloud covered the entire mirror, and then the mirror became clear again. Under my prompting, my mother's soul returned to her office. She saw countless men's figures constantly changing like a carousel, changing faster and faster, with the phantoms constantly overlapping. Mom started to lose it again: "Ah... Guide, please take me away from here. I hate those men, they're so annoying! They only know how to take advantage of me, their bodies smell so bad! Ugh, I hate them, I hate them so much! Please take me away from here!" I really wanted to lead Mom away from this scene immediately, but to enhance the effect, I guided her by saying, "You are now an observer. These men..." "No one can get close to you. Before you leave, please tell me, why are these men so despicable?" Mom said. "Ah...they only want to trample on me. I'm afraid of being trampled on, I'm afraid of losing my chastity. Ah...I'm afraid." So, I quickly seized the opportunity: "Mom, believe your feelings. Continue to keep your distance from these kinds of men. What you need is someone who cherishes your chastity and protects your..." "Spirit and body, the man who loves you is right beside you. You need him so much, you want everything from him, you want to make love to him, to share yourself with him, you will obey all his demands, his demands will make you feel pleasure, you know?" Mother's voice seemed to come from ancient times, firm yet gentle: "I know. I need him, I obey him." Victory was getting closer and closer to me. As we drew closer, I led my mother to the final scene in the mirror—a black snakeskin strappy stiletto heel resting on a crystal stand. I asked her, "Why do you always like wearing these high heels? Tell me your deepest thoughts. Don't be afraid. Telling me will make you feel safe and comfortable. Okay, now begin to release your deepest thoughts." My mother was silent for a moment. It felt like an eternity. Finally, Mom spoke: "I love to show off my sexiness. I have a beautiful figure, and I like to highlight my elegance. Elegance belongs to me, and high heels best express that. I want to wear high heels in front of men." I said, "Mom, you need to wear high heels in front of the man who truly deserves you. High heels represent sexiness and elegance; black represents maturity; snakeskin represents charm; the straps represent your willingness to be bound and demanded by this man, your submission to him. Add stockings, and it represents your soft, radiant, mature, sexy, and dazzling beauty. You must remember, you will wear them for the man who truly deserves you, understand?" Mom said, "Understood." I suppressed my overwhelming joy and spoke the most important words, one by one: "That man who truly deserves..." The man who possesses you is your son. From now on, you will love your son wholeheartedly and fulfill all his needs, because this will bring you happiness. Your son will inherit all the rights and obligations of your first husband, which is unacceptable to society, so you must keep this secret. However, from now on, you must understand that this is sacred, and that possessing your chastity will bring you happiness. "Making love with my son is noble and peaceful. Do you understand?" After some futile resistance, my mother finally said the words I had longed to hear: "I understand." I ordered her to put the mirror down and said, "Stretch out your feet." She stretched out her feet; since she had just taken a bath before dinner, she was barefoot, but that was enough to make me ecstatic. What beautiful feet! Perfectly white and delicate skin, a curved arch, and five toes arranged in a graceful arc. I kissed the soles of her feet, then kissed my way up from her toes to her thighs. I suckled on every inch of her skin, like a nursing baby. Ah, her skin was so tender, making my "little brother" begin to "grow." Her thighs trembled involuntarily; it seemed her thighs were an erogenous zone, and she was starting to react. I suppressed my excitement and said to my mother, "Get up, take me to your bedroom." My mother obediently got up and led me to her bedroom on the second floor. I said, "Open your wardrobe." My mother slowly opened her wardrobe. Ah, in the lower shelf, there were all kinds of lingerie: panties, bras, stockings, and my favorite stockings and pantyhose—all kinds of styles: openwork, lace, silk, and colors like black.Flesh-colored, light blue, green. I ordered my mother to find the most elegant and sexy outfit to wear. So, in front of her son, my mother stripped naked, then gracefully and slowly put on a white nylon bra, lace panties, and flesh-colored high-end lotus-trimmed stockings. A mother—a woman—a partner with a noble and elegant temperament and a sexy and alluring figure appeared before me, like the birth of Venus. I placed the black velvet strappy stiletto heels that I had secretly bought before dinner in front of my mother and said, "Mom, let's have a union ceremony now. Please put on one of the heels first." My mother sat on the edge of the bed, gracefully bent down, picked up the heel, held it in both hands, and slowly raised it to her feet, slipping it onto her smooth, beautiful, silky feet. Then, she carefully tied the straps. I kissed my mother's foot and said, "Let me put this shoe on for you, and you'll belong to me forever." As I helped her put on the remaining shoe, I touched the silk stockings on the instep of her foot; the smooth feel of the fabric was indescribable. When everything was finished, I kissed the woman who would one day lie beside me and issued an authoritative command: "Serve your current husband with your lips, show your submission and joy." My mother devoutly took my little "brother" into her mouth, her bright red lips moving as she did as I instructed. I could feel her tongue swirling rapidly, licking and sucking my glans with irresistible charm, trying to swallow the shaft deep into her throat, and the rhythm gradually quickening. "Ah!...No...I can't take it anymore! It feels so good...Ah...I'm coming...I'm coming out! Ah..." After all, it was my first time, and I surrendered after 10 minutes. However, the secret technique I learned from another high monk in Tibet immediately came in handy. I chanted a closely guarded mantra, and within a minute, my "little brother" was about to roar again. I watched as the white liquid flowed from my mother's lips. My mother looked so satisfied, as if she had finally seen the light after a century of waiting. I said to my mother, "Let's make love in bed." My mother lay on the bed, her posture so alluring and captivating. I pounced on her, kissing her lips tightly, our tongues entwining. Her breath was sweet and fragrant, intoxicating me. My hands frantically kneaded my mother's firm breasts; the sensation of caressing them through the nylon fabric was wonderful, like caressing her stockinged feet. I kneaded for what seemed like an eternity before carefully removing my mother's white nylon bra and directly kneading her breasts. My large hands, like thunderbolts, vigorously rubbed her full, beautiful breasts, playing with her rapidly swelling nipples. My mother's love grew stronger and stronger. She twisted her alluring long legs desperately, and the contact between her stockings and my "little brother" and other parts of her body felt indescribable. I could feel a warmth between her legs; it seemed her love juices were already flowing out. So, I reluctantly left her mouth and began to suck on her nipples. The familiar feeling from more than 10 years ago returned. As I watched my mother's nipples rapidly swell, tears of excitement welled up in my eyes at our reunion. Finally, amidst my mother's delight at being hypnotized, I mounted my horse. I took off one of my mother's high heels, lifted her beautiful legs onto my arms, and caressed her maddening stockings with both hands, looking at her shimmering yet hazy and gentle thighs, calves, insteps, and soles. I kissed and sucked them relentlessly, rubbing them with my skin. My mother's pink labia were just parted, revealing her vaginal opening. Her vaginal fluids continued to flow from her genitals. I finally found the entrance, and my glans slowly slid into her cleft. "Mom, I'm going in!" In that instant, my soul felt like it had ascended to heaven, experiencing unprecedented joy, peace, and tranquility. I don't know if this is the happiness Freud spoke of re-entering the womb, but I truly felt a sense of reunion with my mother. I floated into the dazzling light, soaring and dancing at the top of the clouds. With each thrust, Mom's vaginal fluids flowed more abundantly and became even wetter than before, making her movements on my penis smoother and more fluid. My pleasure, amplified by the tightness of her vagina, surged throughout my body. Although immersed in the hypnotic climax of our lovemaking, Mom continued to arouse my desire with her panting breaths, making my masculinity shine through. Suddenly, Mom trembled, her legs rubbing tightly against my arms, an expression of utter ecstasy on her face. I felt her vaginal fluids overflowing, and the inner walls of her vagina contracted violently, elevating my pleasure to another level. I knew Mom had finally reached her climax, and I couldn't hold back either. I finally reached my peak of pleasure, a tingling sensation running down my spine. My penis throbbed as I ejaculated into Mom's vagina, fulfilling my duty as a husband. I lay on the bed, embracing my infinitely peaceful mother, gently stroking her thighs, watching her smile in her sleep. I felt a surge of joy. I whispered in Mom's ear, "Please serve my penis again, Mom." Mom once again extended her tongue, sweeping it over my glans to clean away the semen, and began to give me oral sex. She licked every part of my penis, from the glans to the testicles. A few minutes later, I kissed my mother's smooth, alluring stockings again, caressed her beautiful legs and the high heel she was still wearing, and aimed my penis at her vulva. Now we were both ready. I was hard to the limit again. I pressed my penis against my mother's labia minora and slowly inserted it into her vagina, all the way in. My mother closed her eyes and moaned, as if she were in heaven. I slowly thrust in and out, and after a while, I increased the speed. This time it lasted longer, and my thrusts were deeper and more powerful than before. I don't know how much time passed, but my mother reached orgasm one after another. Each time, she closed her eyes tightly and opened her mouth, only starting to breathe after about twenty seconds. My "little brother" seemed to have inexhaustible energy, always managing to reach orgasm with my mother and ejaculate, only to quickly recover. Now, my mother's mouth and vulva were covered in my sticky semen. Finally, with a loud shout, I filled my mother's vulva with my warm, thick semen. I held my mother, looking at this woman who hadn't been so close to me yesterday but now belonged to me, seeing her sweet smile. I knew she would never have to feel inferior again, because she firmly believed she had become a dutiful wife once more. I began to break free from her hypnotic control: "Mom, after I count to three, you will begin to return from that perfect world to this world. Please remember, after returning to this world, all your sense of right and wrong will be based on the standards I just guided you to in the perfect world. You will naturally regard your son as your partner, you will love making love with me as compensation for the past, you will obey all my commands, and you must carry out every word I say. Okay, now you can come back. 1, 2, 3." When Mom's eyes lit up again, we couldn't help but hug each other tightly again, and we both shed tears. Tomorrow, we believe that no matter how strong the wind and rain, we, mother and son, will walk together, because we have become one, and we have overcome the greatest trauma. As we hugged, my sister's cold, beautiful face, her devilish figure, her long legs, her black stockings, and her crisscrossing high heels flashed through my mind. The next step… ************************************************************************ Postscript: This is my first post. Please vote, comment, and give feedback. If you think it's not too bad, please add it to your library. I also hope that you guys will write more fetish articles to encourage each other. This article quotes sentences from several previous articles (all adapted). I hope you won't mind too much, but most of the sentences are my own creations. I wonder if Hypnotic Magician, Jiro, Pantyhose Taro, and Smiling Master will continue to work hard for this Yuan Yuan community after reading this article? It would be my greatest honor if I could. I will try to complete the second part of "The Story of a Happy Life" within one to two months. As you all know, the female protagonist of the second part will be "my sister Zhang Wenying." But will she be hypnotized by "me"? What secrets does she hold? How will "The Story of a Happy Life" end? Please stay tuned. What kind of person is the Apostle of Happiness? He travels across the earth, igniting the hearts of the lonely who have been abandoned in the dark corners of the world, and bestowing upon them the strength of giants. He will tell humanity a message: many things in the world are distorted by those in power, happiness is buried, and powerful gods are bound. Even more tragically, many people who do not belong to any particular god are forced to obey that god and thus do not receive that god's blessing. However, there is a divine will, and the day of its action is approaching. Sex is one of the ways the divine will reveal this to the people. Please remember: everything is for the freedom of others and your own soul; you can kill gods and Buddhas alike. (II) Formal Opening: After my mother became my partner, during the day she was still the chairman of the board of directors in the company, a good mother who took meticulous care of me. At night, we indulged in sexual pleasure.The joy it brought us. Three days later, after my sister returned, I officially began to implement the second step of my plan. After dinner, at my command from the day before, Mom said she was a little tired and went to her room to rest early, leaving my sister and me to watch TV in the living room. Around nine o'clock in the evening, I saw that my sister was a little tired after a day's travel, which was the perfect opportunity to carry out my plan. I pretended to suddenly remember and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, sister, I brought back a local specialty from my trip as a gift for you." So, I hurriedly went back to my room, took out that magic mirror, and hurriedly returned to the living room. Suddenly, I noticed a faint smile on my sister's lips as I stepped into the living room, and I began to have a strange premonition. I handed the mirror to my sister. Before I could even speak, she was already looking at it intently, just as intently as she always was with everything. I felt a surge of joy, because the more intently she looked, the faster the hypnosis would succeed. I spoke in a very gentle voice, as soft as if it were floating in from the sky: "Sister, this isn't an ordinary mirror. Do you see that drop of water in the mirror? If you keep your eyes fixed on that drop of water, you will gradually forget all your worries. Okay, now look at that drop of water, relax, relax. You will feel that the flow of time has stopped, and you will have no worries, you just want to rest." Perhaps my sister was really too focused on the mirror; her gaze began to become increasingly dull, but occasionally it would still flash with its usual sharpness. I further guided my sister, saying, "Imagine your worries and thoughts will automatically leave you. Breathe slowly, each relaxed breath seemingly driving away your worries. Your eyelids will feel heavier and heavier, and you'll gradually feel that your thoughts are no longer important. You've carried your thoughts for too long; you should let them go and rest. Okay, now, completely relax. I'll count to three, and you must completely abandon your thoughts and accept my guidance. My guidance will lead you to a safe and wonderful place; you don't need to be afraid. Now I'm starting to count, one, two, three." My sister's eyes were already closed. I felt a surge of pride, telling myself I had to stay calm. Then, I began to guide my sister: "Sister, that drop of water will lead you beyond worldly troubles. Okay, now the drop of water has led you beyond them. You will see a tunnel, surrounded by darkness, which represents your troubles and pain. You don't have to touch them now. You will see a door at the end of the tunnel. Your body will float up and float to the door, float... float through. Open that door, and you will see endless light, a very soft light. Don't hesitate, float through happily." In the mirror, my sister's soul, like my mother's, successfully floated through another world. My sister quietly gazed at the universe from the doorway, enjoying the natural beauty of the universe. Eager to uncover the reason for my sister's coldness, I took her directly to the scene when I was 12 years old. I was sitting at my desk doing my homework when my sister, who was a year older than me, came over, checked my homework, pointed out many mistakes, and kept scolding me for not working hard enough, which made her very angry. I asked my sister in as gentle a voice as possible, "Sister, you've now detached yourself from your body. Okay, now please observe your heart. Why is she so angry? Why is she so strict with her brother?" My sister was silent for a long time, then said in an almost inaudible voice, "I want to love my brother. I can't allow him to go astray. I want him to become an excellent man." I asked doubtfully, "In your standards, what is good and what is bad?" This time, my sister's will seemed to begin to resist. She started to sway. I quickly said, "Relax. You are detached from everything in this world." "You're safe. No one can hurt you. Everything about you will be guided by me, and my guidance will make you happy. Don't deliberately pay attention to your tension." The older sister's expression returned to calm, and she slowly began to explore her inner world from her childhood, saying, "Badness is being disobedient and ignoring me. I want my brother to pay attention to me all the time, to care about me. I want my brother to be excellent in everything. I want an excellent brother by my side. Ah! That feeling is so good, so happy. I'm afraid my brother will become one of those filthy men who surround Mom. How disgusting!" Strange, why does my sister insist that I care about her? Could it be…? I suppressed my curiosity and continued, “So what is good?” My sister’s voice grew softer and softer: “Good means being by my side all the time, satisfying my happiness, satisfying my pride in having a good younger brother, it means having one… one…” My sister’s face began to show a hint of discomfort. After a while, she finally uttered words that shocked me: “I need my brother’s penis, dry…” "A clean penis." I never imagined my sister harbored such desires. Trembling, I asked her, "What's so good about my penis that makes you so infatuated?" She replied, "Because it's pure." I lowered my head and remained silent for a moment, then asked, "Since you love your brother so much, would you be willing to be his partner?" She quietly said, "Yes." Without any prompting or guidance from me, this unexpected result arrived. I began to understand that beneath my sister's cold exterior lay a passionate heart—a love for me, a love that was usually unspoken. I was now somewhat at a loss. Just then, something unexpected happened. The mirror suddenly rewound like a video recorder, from the scene I had set all the way back to the dark tunnel. When I looked up and realized what had happened, it was too late. My sister woke up on her own while I was still dumbfounded. She looked at me with a strange smile I had never seen before and said, "How was it? Was hypnosis fun? Was hypnotizing me as fun as hypnotizing Mom?" I involuntarily slumped onto the sofa. Oh no, my sister had found out everything. Although I didn't know where I had gone wrong, the consequences were unimaginable. My mind went blank. But then my sister suddenly came over, sat on the sofa, and chuckled. She said in a gentle tone she had never used on me before, "Silly brother, what are you afraid of? I was willing to be hypnotized by you and tell you what's on my mind. Do you think I would mind? I'm so happy that you and Mom are finally back together. If I minded, with your half-baked hypnotic skills, could you even hypnotize me?" My hand warmed as I realized my sister's soft, white hand was holding mine. Still shaken, I vaguely saw tears glistening in her eyes. She laughed again, saying, "Do you think you're the only one who knows the Master? Do you think there's only one Master in the world?" My mind was a jumble. Did she know the Master? Were there two Masters? My sister regained her usual calm—no, it was the absence of her usual domineering air, replaced by a gentle serenity. Then she slowly revealed the reason. At that moment, the most unbelievable thing in the world unfolded before my eyes—it happened right in my own home. It turns out that although my older sister is usually quite fierce, she is always kind and generous, and loves philosophy. She is good friends with a classmate in the philosophy department at her school. This classmate had led my sister through some unusual experiences (the specifics of which my sister didn't tell me), and my sister trusted her completely. This classmate had discovered my sister's secret and predicted that she would become my partner. My sister was very scared at first, but this classmate predicted that only by being with me could my sister be free from her inner troubles and find true happiness; otherwise, she would be alone for the rest of her life, and even if she married any man, the consequences would be unimaginable. This classmate is one of many active preachers around the world, teaching my sister various philosophies. Some of these were ones my sister had previously agreed with and could be found in various religions, while others were things my sister had never heard of before, such as breaking with worldly conventions, or that some people do not belong to any religion in the world today; they belong to a mysterious, yet-to-be-revealed, so-called God. These people, from the day they were created, have experienced suffering in the world and have come to understand truths that others have not yet grasped. Their partners and their future lives are all preordained by this God. Two months ago, this classmate predicted what would happen in the next few days and encouraged my sister to boldly enjoy the sexuality that was rightfully hers, to boldly merge with me, and to completely resolve the pain of over twenty years. But my sister was always afraid that she would be too nervous and too controlled by her own thoughts, making it impossible to succeed. So, a classmate used a spell on her, first successfully hypnotizing her to make me believe that her love for me was genuine, and then automatically breaking the hypnosis to explain everything to me and give me a surprise. After hearing all this, I felt like I was in a dream, and I was stunned for a long time. Suddenly, I found myself being pressed down; my sister had pushed me down onto the sofa, her cherry-like lips passionately kissing me, her high, firm breasts rising and falling rapidly, pressed tightly against my chest. I was already aroused, casting aside all my worries, embracing my sister, and passionately exploring the secrets of her fragrant tongue. Our kiss was so passionate, like parched land receiving rain. Our hearts were in sync, our feelings deepened, and we were reluctant to part. My sister, already aroused, suddenly pushed me away, abruptly unzipped my pants, and pulled out my little—now my big brother—and...I took off her slippers and rubbed her beautiful legs—the ones I'd been longing for—in black, ruffled stockings, back and forth on my "little brother." Ah! Before, when my sister came home, she would take a shower first, change into regular cotton stockings, and then eat with us. Today, she specially put on these elegant and sexy stockings for me, satisfying my greatest desire. I couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah...ah ah...oh oh...it feels so good...oh...ah...oh oh oh...ah ah ah...ah ah...oh...ah...ah...ah ah ah...sister...ah ah...your legs are so beautiful...ah...the stockings are rubbing against me...ah ah ah...it feels so good...oh...ah..." My sister's rubbing was sometimes slow and sometimes fast. I felt so happy and blissful. My dearest and most beloved person was connected to me heart to heart, doing what I wanted to do most. Whether it was physical or spiritual, I reached orgasm. "Ahhh...don't stop...ahhh...sister...how did you know I...ah...like...with you...ah...wearing stockings...ahhh...legs...ah..." My sister's face was flushed. "What can you hide from me?" I looked at my sister's beautiful legs. Her shapely calves and rounded thighs were flawless and white. Against the backdrop of pure black stockings, they looked so elegant, graceful, and mysterious. Under the intense friction of the lycra and nylon, I was completely exhausted in about 10 minutes. It was incredibly pleasurable! White semen stained my sister's stockings, the black and white contrasting beautifully. At that moment, my sister gracefully took off her stockings and placed them in my hands, saying shyly, "Do you like them? Here, take them." Nothing in the world could be more sacred and joyful than this moment. I took them and kissed the stockings. As if by magic, my sister took another pair of high-quality velvet stockings with a lotus-leaf trim from her casual clothes pocket, slowly and delicately putting them on. Then she whispered to me, "I know you know that arousal spell. Come to my room, we'll..." I understood what she meant, so I lifted my sister's buttocks, letting her legs wrap around my waist, and then carried her to her room and placed her on the bed. My sister automatically took off her casual clothes... Ah! My sister was wearing a black, openwork lingerie set, which, combined with her flawless, jade-like figure, made her look like a fairy descended from heaven, breathtakingly beautiful. What good deeds had I done to deserve this blissful life? As we continued our unfinished kiss, I used my large hands to do everything a human could to caress her breasts—pinching, rubbing, kneading, touching, squeezing—my heart pounding with the excitement of a sanctuary prayer. Then, I removed her lingerie, leaving her only in her luxurious velvet stockings with lotus-leaf trim, and had her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, rubbing them together intensely. I pushed my glans into her narrow vulva and thrust upwards. It was my first time, after all. Although my sister's hymen quickly welcomed my entry, she was still in pain. But in less than five minutes, her moans of pain turned into a joyful song: "It's killing me... ahhh... so good... ahhh... so good... so good... down there... so wet... um... continue... ahhh..." My sister's juices flowed like a mighty river, an unstoppable torrent, and my movements became faster, stronger, and more ruthless. My sister soon reached her first orgasm. I buried myself in my work, my large hands roaming over my sister's breasts, thighs, and abdomen. Amid her cries of pleasure and satisfaction, I gave her her first pride in over 20 years—the pride of being a woman—the pride of being my woman. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated, a stream of spicy semen spurting out, the semen and vaginal fluids mixing together, soaking our pubic hair and the bed. Was it over? Not so fast. I chanted an incantation, and three minutes later, my virility returned, ready to conquer the world again. This time, my "little brother" was even more powerful, first rubbing frantically against my sister's stockings, causing her legs to naturally stretch and move wildly against me, her usually aloof sister now so charming and alluring, indistinguishable from any other woman. Satisfied, she willingly offered her vulva, and the piston-like motion was perfect thanks to our combined efforts. When I ejaculated again, I felt not only joy but also a profound peace, even more comfortable than when making love with my mother. I knew that this time I had finally fulfilled my destiny; I had become a real man, a man who could make my sister willingly offer herself to me without hypnosis. Of course, hypnosis is good; in the future, if my sister agrees, I will hypnotize her again, allowing her to experience her soul more deeply and attain even deeper pleasure—that's for later. As the midnight bells rang, I turned over to look at my sister sleeping beside me. She looked at me affectionately and said, "Little brother, I will never be so harsh on you again, but I won't allow you to become as bad as those stinky men, understand? Otherwise..." My sister twisted my thigh hard, making me cry out in pain. I said, "No, no, sister, does it still hurt? It's all my fault for being inexperienced and making you hurt so much." "It doesn't hurt so much now. Silly brother, if you were more experienced, I'd kill you!" I laughed and said, "Experience? Besides learning from Mom, what other experience do I have?" "Brother, you know that spell, it'll never stump you. I think next time we'll come with Mom, we'll prove we're truly a family." "Okay?" I said, "I'm afraid you won't agree." My sister smiled and said, "Mom and I are of one mind, we both revolve around you, how could I bear to let Mom be alone? From now on, we'll live happily as a family, and never be as depressed as before. Isn't that wonderful!" I couldn't help but kiss my sister's lips... Later, the three of us played games every day, said goodbye to our psychological trauma, and lived happily together as husband and wife, enjoying family bliss after all the suffering. Now I often think, if it weren't for those mysterious mentors, how could our family have such a happy life? But how can ordinary people discover and find the mentors in their lives? **************************************************************************** Postscript: Don't think this is the end of the story. Through my sister's introduction, I met her mentor—a classmate from the philosophy department. Fate played a cruel joke on me; that classmate fell in love with me, and with the support of my mother and sister, we secretly made love and lived together. Since that mentor insisted on not revealing her story, saying it was the will of the Lord, I won't write about it. P.S.: This is my second post. Please vote, respond, and give feedback. If you think it's not too bad, please add it to your library. I also hope that you guys will write more articles about fetishes to encourage each other. (III) Introduction I often wonder, what do stockings represent for women? Are they a symbol of gentleness, a symbol of thoughtfulness, or a kind of restraint? Symbolizing that she should be led by the man who conquers her. I think a noble woman should wear beautiful and elegant stockings and quietly wait for her man's care and commands. Therefore, the magical stockings often remind women that they should play the roles of mother, wife, lover, slave, and erotic dancer in front of their men. I, the apostle of happiness, have traveled the world and heard many strange and wonderful stories. I am willing to offer you here the most touching stories of our absurd age. What moves us most, I believe, is the deep and harmonious emotions. Formal opening: She is a dutiful mother. Her husband is a selfish and petty man. Although he is extremely wealthy, he is not worthy of such a virtuous and beautiful woman. She didn't need heavy makeup or lavish clothes, yet when those few who knew her spoke of her, they couldn't help but unanimously praise her as an absolutely beautiful woman. There are many beautiful women, and countless adjectives in literature to describe beauties, but none seem quite fitting to describe her. Because sometimes, a woman's charm defies description. The only certainty is that, regardless of the season, she always wore light, shimmering stockings—was it a subconscious self-pity, gentleness, and submission, or perhaps a hidden, primal allure? Let the true man in my destiny, like stockings, control me, draw near to me! Let me wear these splendid, elegant stockings as my uniform, and serve him well! With a gentle smile, she traversed every corner of this dark city, offering clothes and food to lonely homeless people and orphans without family or care. A hint of fear lingered as she avoided the advances of those beasts. She endured her husband's rudeness and neglect with boundless sorrow. All of this, only I, a lonely soul unable to sleep through the long nights, only lingering outside her window, inquiring about everything concerning her, knew. I can play soothing melodies for the whole world, but I cannot sleep myself. A car accident a year ago robbed me of my ability to sleep. In this gloomy city, among drunkards and the poor, I taste the bitterness of life, feel the injustice suffered by good people, and stand afar, gazing at a picture of urban dwellers' desolation and helplessness. I had forgotten what happiness was until I met her. She wasn't a glamorous superstar; she even wore simple, ordinary clothes. But it was her indescribable charm, her unique elegance, and her lovely gentleness that made her stand out.The smooth stockings told me she was an abandoned angel, awaiting my rescue. We walked hand in hand through the long night. She needed a pair of high heels that could harmoniously unify her beauty, sexiness, and nobility—the kind with delicate straps, like a necklace, to accentuate her subtlety. I chose to buy such a pair: five fine, silky straps extending from the heel to both sides; the shoe's surface area was as small as possible, with only two thin pieces of leather at the heel and forefoot; high heels and pointed toes. This would be her gift, a present to the woman I had conquered, a symbol of her noble and alluring lover and slave. She had just finished performing in a charity singing program and was resting backstage in the dressing room. I slowly approached her, holding the exquisite shoes, and asked in a low voice, "Miss, are these the shoes you left in the dressing room locker?" She quickly smiled and said, "Sir, you've got the wrong shoes. These aren't mine. I was performing in a singing program, not dancing." I gently wiggled the strap on the high heels... I continued in a low voice, "Look, the style of the shoes matches your clothes so well. Please take a closer look. Are these your shoes? Don't be so quick to confirm. Don't be nervous. Relax and look at these shoes carefully again. Calm down and look." She seemed somewhat surprised, but she couldn't help but look at the shoes. As the straps swayed back and forth, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to stop. I continued, "Miss, you're tired, so you might not recognize them very clearly. Please follow these beautifully curved shoes and look at them from head to toe, look carefully." She was somewhat dazed, her eyes involuntarily unfocused. She seemed to want to say something to refuse me, but she couldn't, or rather, she didn't want to. She was captivated by the elegant yet sexy high heels, and mesmerized by my voice. "Relax, focus on these shoes. They are yours. Don't doubt them. You're exhausted. Please try to relax and rest for a while." With a hint of doubt, she stared irresistibly at the heels, her limbs beginning to droop limply. I gently said, "Now you need to relax completely. You will enter a deep hypnotic state. Your eyes will remain closed weakly until you hear my command." She closed her beautiful eyes, no longer paying attention to the chaotic world, leaving behind a pure land—a dreamlike realm—where we shared sweet joy. "You're becoming more and more relaxed, no longer feeling any unpleasantness, no longer being held back by worries. You just want to drift into a gentle, sweet hypnosis, enjoying the joy and comfort of my guidance and commands. You've lost the pain, you've lost your original worries, you've slowly lost your ability to distinguish right from wrong." She was trying to resist my last words. I put down my high heels, gently took her soft, warm hands in mine, and softly told her, "Everything will be alright." "No, don't worry. Your judgment of right and wrong is tainted with too many errors from that chaotic world. Let it go. You'll feel very comfortable, as if your body were in the countryside in spring. If you don't listen to me, imagine the darkness and cold of the world enveloping you. How miserable that would be! Please enter a deeper sleep and enjoy that warmth." She was completely hypnotized and could no longer resist. With a warm smile, she fell into my arms. I picked her up, put on my high heels, and disappeared into the vast darkness. She was not a promiscuous woman. Even at the moment of losing her virginity, on the eve of the carnal pleasure, she was still so gentle and virtuous. Of course, loss of chastity is a chain imposed on people by this world. True loss of chastity is the sinful act of those who sell their souls for material gain. My woman has now entrusted her chastity to me with complete peace of mind, which is the greatest contempt for her husband and the greatest victory over true darkness. Now, she lies in bed, so peaceful. When I remove her clothes, I feel only dazzling beauty, all because of her fair and beautiful body, the best proof of an angel. Every time my hands slide over that body, in addition to physical excitement, it is also a touch of heaven. Heaven—I've never been there, nor do I want to. The suffering people of this world are waiting for countless people like her and me to help them. With such a beautiful soul and body, why should you beg heaven to leave you alone in the chaotic void? Her lingerie was equally elegant and supple. My caresses brought her immense pleasure and indescribable beauty, yet she didn't immediately remove it, letting the lingerie, representing her nobility and purity, tell me that its owner needed love, true love. I was so moved because I had personally taken off her high heels and gently caressed her smooth feet with my hands. The sensation of the stockings extended from my arms, transforming into immense joy, leading both of us into a hazy, mysterious, and ethereal realm. At the same time, according to ancient Eastern etiquette, it also signified that I had touched her feet and had obtained her chastity. The pink, shimmering stockings so tightly encircled their wearer, a subtle joy filling my heart. I helped her put on those elegant high heels, gently commanding her to walk around the room, striking the most seductive yet graceful poses, perfectly embodying the unity of person, stockings, and high heels. She moved as she pleased, to demonstrate her transcendence, her obedience and dependence on me. I dimmed the lights, admiring her beautiful legs illuminated by the soft glow, their graceful curves stretching long, reminiscent of waves. I wondered if these undulating waves could give us both the thrill of highs and lows? Do you know if there is divine pleasure at the end of that gaze? And so, I decided to try. I lifted her legs and spread them open, now I could see more clearly. Beneath the black pubic hair, her labia were slightly parted, and her love juices flowed continuously for me. I grasped my engorged member, pressing the head against her sanctuary, stroking it back and forth, still reluctant to penetrate immediately. Yet, though she was asleep, she unconsciously used her legs, clad in beautiful stockings, to gently caress my face, inviting me to explore the inside of that sanctuary, to see if there was any holy water that could preserve youth. I was moved, and following the lubrication of her love juices, I pushed in. True love comes from the close union of two people; her small, narrow sanctuary was just the right size to hold my treasure, clearly prepared naturally for me. I began to slowly move my hips, gently thrusting in and out. She responded to my movements perfectly, swaying gently. Love welled up within us, making us rise and fall like we were falling into the ocean, traversing a century of happiness in the darkness of pleasure. We were like lovers reunited, pressed tightly together. Her face was flushed with the rosy glow of orgasm, her expression filled with bliss, as if she were in heaven, her body even more mature and alluring. I was even more ecstatic, like a thunderbolt shattering the sky, surging through her sanctuary like a whirlwind, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting again. My chariot moved in and out of her body at breakneck speed, the smooth feel of her stockings becoming increasingly apparent. I moved faster and harder, her beautiful body suddenly straightening as she swayed. The cold, icy rain poured down on my burning passion, and in that instant, we both embodied the true meaning of love. I laughed, silenced her tongue, and passionately ejaculated my love juice deep into her vagina. If happiness still exists in the world, it must be a pure and pristine beauty amidst the chaos, a flower of love blooming under the night sky. I gently tidied everything up and continued speaking to her in a deep voice: "Your whole body will now feel enveloped in a warm breeze. You will no longer remember anything that happened tonight. Remember, whenever you hear 'The more beautiful the night, the more you will fall asleep and accept my guidance. But it only works when I say these words; it has no effect if others say them. Now, after I count to three, you will open your eyes, but you will ignore everything in front of you. You will go outside, take a taxi home, and..." The driver asks you, and you wake up, naturally answering with your home address, feeling that everything is normal and natural. Even if your memory lingers about what happened between us tonight, you only treat it as a pleasant fantasy, something you keep thinking about in the days to come. We have plenty of time ahead of us, you can rest assured. I kissed her again, and a tear suddenly appeared on her pure and beautiful face. Did it represent joy or sorrow? I don't know, but I know that one day we will be together forever. "1, 2, 3..." With the sound of her high heels fading into the distance, I watched her get into the taxi and disappear into the savage city night. Looking back suddenly, I found myself alone again in this vast room. The song "All Night Owls" seemed to echo in my ears: "It's a frozen hour, the night past midnight. Memories, like shooting stars, flash across my heart... When will the warm dawn return after the dream ends?..." Postscript: Two months later, with the help of my friend, the spiritual healer, we successfully sent her despicable husband to hell, and she inherited all his wealth. Afterwards, through telephone control, I successfully hypnotized her each time, gradually freeing her from the constraints of worldly thinking. Gradually, we began a secret affair, no longer needing hypnosis to engage in sex. Hypnosis became merely an ornament for our love. Six months later, we finally got married... Could we begin to experience the taste of a happy life? The tenderness of a lover, the care and support between mother and child, the inseparable bond between master and servant.From then on, everything was intimately connected. If you harbor the deepest doubts and contempt for me, I will simply laugh it off, because you don't yet know what seemingly fallen holiness is, or what seemingly holy fall is; you don't yet understand the life lesson of the teacher: happiness comes from affinity. [The End]

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