Conflicting Desires 1-6

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The term "cuckold" is probably unacceptable to most men! In reality, no one would imagine that I would be a cuckolded man, or even a cuckolded masochist. Even now, I'm not sure if I qualify as a masochist, because in real life I'm a rather assertive, even somewhat domineering, man, but I can't deny that I genuinely enjoy the pleasure of masochism. Another undeniable reality is that I have indeed given my wife away to other men, or rather, many men, but one thing is undeniable: I love her very much. I am a contradictory combination, and perhaps the word "contradiction" has permeated my entire life journey. I am a native of Jinan. Perhaps many like-minded people don't know where Jinan is. In fact, this so-called capital of Shandong province is far inferior to its smaller brother, Qingdao. And in my memory, the only slightly famous figure from Jinan is the Song Dynasty female poet Li Qingzhao—a place where women outnumber men! I wonder if this also hints at my masochistic tendencies? In short, now that I'm in my thirties, I'm quite peaceful, thanks to my parents, and my career is also going smoothly. My wife is four years younger than me. She's an English teacher at a high school, wears glasses, is about 1.64 meters tall, and has a petite and delicate appearance. We fell in love at first sight, and both our families were very satisfied. So, when I was 28, we got married, and the following year we had a lovely son. Actually, my wife is a very traditional woman, from a family of government officials. Her BDSM tendencies were something I intentionally or unintentionally instilled in her. I originally thought she could be a Dom, but unfortunately, she was too gentle, and I eventually led her down the path of the M, which is why we became a couple of submissive partners. In the beginning, we both doubted whether the other truly loved us, but over the years, we haven't grown apart because of BDSM. On the contrary, perhaps because of the saying "true love is tested in adversity," our relationship has only grown stronger. Outside of BDSM, we are an enviable loving couple in the eyes of those around us, and our son is thriving under our care. As for me, the "culprit," I've had a peculiar feeling about women's feet since I was very young, but it was basically just a form of pure fantasy. It wasn't until I went to university that I gradually learned about foot fetishes online and came into contact with SM, which led to an uncontrollable obsession. I had always fantasized about finding a female Dom to be my wife, but marriage is always subject to reality. After a long search and struggle, I finally gave up. Later, with the guidance of friends in the community, I was told that instead of finding a female Dom to marry, it would be better to find a wife and train her to become a Dom. There are many paths to Rome! However, I never expected that my wife would be my "same path," and she also became a Dom. Below, I will talk about my so-called journey. I dare not say that it is absolutely true, because there are some fictional elements, but the main storyline and the vast majority are true. (I) It all started when we had a child. This lovely little guy didn't actually come in so "lovely" because my wife and I weren't prepared to have a child at the time. It was just that due to inadequate protection, my wife got pregnant. I had considered having an abortion, but we were scolded by both sets of parents, so we decided to keep the baby. When my wife was a little over three months pregnant, our affair caused some signs of miscarriage, which terrified everyone. From then on, we dared not do anything reckless, and this continued until the baby was over three months old. Before that, my wife was completely unaware of my masochistic tendencies. For over a year, I basically satisfied myself through masturbation, pornography, and fantasies. Sex itself wasn't very appealing to me, so this actually satisfied me. At that time, my wife, out of jealousy and fear of my infidelity, almost completely ignored my sexual desires. That year, I wanted sex almost every day; I practically exhausted all my sexual desires. Sure enough, when we finally wanted to resume our marital life, I could no longer get an erection. We saw a doctor and took some medication, but it wasn't very effective. We could only rely on medication for sex, but my wife was worried that too much medication would harm my health, so she didn't push it too hard. We were essentially in a "sexless marriage." We both realized the importance of sex in marriage, but we were struggling to find a good solution. Around that time, my wife was on maternity leave and would browse the internet while taking care of the baby. She discovered my collection of Japanese adult films on my computer, though she only watched them secretly while I was at work. Although she considered it discreet, I saw them in her viewing history on Xunlei when I got home. A fellow enthusiast in a group suggested using this opportunity to introduce her to the topic and gradually cultivate her interest, so I ignored it, only "checking" her browsing history every night. About a month passed like this, and I felt the time was right. One weekend morning, I kissed my sleeping wife's feet. Unexpectedly, she woke up abruptly and pulled her feet back, startling me. After that, no matter how much I begged, she always refused, citing reasons like being ticklish or dirty. A few days later, one night, I drank some beer and felt a bit aroused before bed. I held my wife and kissed her affectionately, and slowly her breathing became rapid. I felt the time was right, so I pulled out my belt, knelt down by the bed, and begged my wife to spank me. Unexpectedly, she stared wide-eyed in shock, and after a long pause, managed to utter, "You're not a masochist, are you?" Hearing her use the word "masochist," it seemed she already knew about BDSM. I was overjoyed and kept admitting it, hoping she would torture me. Later, I learned that although my wife majored in English, she also knew some Japanese. She understood those Japanese adult films much better than I did, because I only looked at the pictures while she could read the words. However, to my surprise, she jumped off the bed, squatted down in front of me, and said, "Actually, I've known for a long time, but I've never dared to say anything, afraid of hurting your self-esteem." Then she paused, "I understand you, but I can't be a masochist because I also fantasize about being tortured." This was a bolt from the blue! What followed was me staring wide-eyed. That night, neither of us said anything more, and neither of us touched the other. Neither of us slept soundly. August arrived quickly, and my wife's maternity leave was about to end. We sent the baby to my parents' house because my wife was very busy with work and would need my parents to take care of the child during the day. This way, the baby could adjust first, and my wife could prepare lessons at home. For over a month, I still left home for work at 7:30 am and returned home at 6:30 pm. My wife prepared delicious meals for me and took care of everything at home, and of course, she would secretly watch my movies. Occasionally, I would try to contact my wife, but her phone was off, and no one answered the home phone. It wasn't anything urgent, but when I asked her when I got home in the evening, she said she had gone out to buy groceries or go shopping and forgot her phone. My wife's carelessness is nothing new, and I'm a rather easygoing person myself, so I didn't think much of it. It was the last Friday before school started, and my wife had to go back to school for a meeting. Perhaps because she hadn't worked for a long time, she got up very early, dressed up carefully, and wore a light-colored business suit, sexy pantyhose, and five-centimeter high heels—she looked very much like a teacher. I drove her to school and watched her walk into the campus. I clearly remember that day; it felt like it was about to rain but wouldn't, like a man with prostate problems—unusually hot and humid. Around 11 a.m., with nothing much going on at work, I called my wife to offer to take her home, but her phone was off. I assumed she was in a meeting, so I went to the school to pick her up, but the security guard at the gatehouse said the teachers had all left the meeting. He said he'd seen my wife leave the school a while ago, so she should be home by now! So I called her cell phone again, still off. I called the home phone, but no one answered. A sense of foreboding enveloped me. I went straight home, feeling terrible. I hid in my study, and although it was hot, I forgot to turn on the air conditioner. Around three or four o'clock, I heard the door open. I seemed to snap out of my daze and heard my wife taking off her shoes while talking on her cell phone. Her voice wasn't loud; she kept mumbling "yes," and I also heard her say, "Honey'll be home soon. I need to start cooking, so I'll talk to you later." I quietly went to the living room and saw her holding her phone in a panic. I already knew what was going on; all my suspicions had come true. I said, "Are you going to delete the call log?" "Ah!" My wife suddenly saw me standing there, and her expression became even more tense. She almost dropped her phone. "I..." My wife didn't know what to say. At that moment, I felt a sense of relief, as if the mystery had been solved. I turned and sat on the sofa, calmly saying, "Explain yourself!" My wife quickly walked over and knelt before me. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've been wanting to tell you, but..." "But what?" I emphasized, "You're having an affair!" "Yes, I know I was wrong," my wife pleaded. "Please don't tell the family, I'll never contact him again." "Fine, then tell me yourself. How long have you known each other?" "A little over a month." "How many times have you met?" "Today is the third time." I was furious. She had already slept with that man twice!She hadn't even realized it! I snapped, "The third time?" "Yes, I swear, it really is the third time today." Tears welled in my wife's eyes. She looked at me, and I could tell she wasn't lying, or rather, my wife couldn't lie to me. "What does he do? How old is he?" "He's a university professor, around forty, I think," my wife gritted her teeth and stammered out a few words that shocked me: "He's a sadist." Huh? I couldn't believe my ears. That man was a sadist? Then my wife was like me, a submissive who enjoyed masochism? I simply couldn't accept this reality, but I couldn't be angry now, or rather, the "cuckoldry" complex that had been suppressed deep inside me slowly surfaced. I had to find out the truth, but at this moment, I didn't know what to ask anymore. Looking at my wife kneeling before me, I noticed that the sexy stockings she had worn that morning were gone, so I asked, "Where are your stockings?" "Stockings?" my wife repeated to herself. I could tell she was having some unspeakable trouble. She bit her lip. "The stockings are down there..." "Down there?" I blurted out, because at that moment, I genuinely hadn't realized "down there."
I was referring to my wife's vagina. But my wife probably thought I was asking her that on purpose, so she stood up, spread her legs, and lifted her skirt. I was stunned by what I saw: the two legs of a pair of stockings were inserted into my wife's vagina and anus respectively, with only the soles of her feet sticking out. To be honest, I don't remember what I said at the time, I just told my wife to go take a shower, to hurry up and take a shower, to get herself clean. Next, I heard the "whoosh" of the shower in the bathroom. At that moment, I was very conflicted, one was out of male pride, and the other was from the temptation of being cuckolded. I was extremely conflicted, I had to make a choice between the two, and my time was very short, I had to make this decision before my wife finished showering. My wife came out wearing a bathrobe, still looking nervous, and didn't even know where to put her hands. By this time, I was fully awake and knew what I had to do: "Where are the socks?" "Socks?" My wife composed herself. "They're in the trash can in the bathroom." "Go get them." My wife turned and went to the bathroom to get the pair of filthy socks, almost transparent from being soaked. "Shove them into your mouth!" I commanded. "What?" My wife seemed not to have heard me clearly, or perhaps she hadn't expected me to order her like that. "Didn't you understand?" I said coldly. "Do you think these things are dirty?" "Yes." My wife had completely obeyed my command. She slowly opened her mouth, the mouth I had once kissed passionately, now filled with the filthy secretions of her and other men. The socks slowly filled her mouth, stretching it so she couldn't close it. "Come here, kneel down!" My wife knelt in front of me. I took off her glasses, and she seemed to understand what I meant. She slowly closed her eyes, looking up at me. Without saying a word, I slapped her fair cheeks repeatedly. I was like an angry bull then, while my wife only groaned in pain a few times, without flinching. I didn't know if she was atoning for her sins or if she had just gotten used to it. Looking at my wife's flushed face, tears streaming down her face, I felt a pang of regret. "Alright, that's enough for today! Go wash your face, get ready, and we'll go to Mom's to see the child." My wife spat out her socks and coughed twice. Perhaps worried that I would tell her family, she hurriedly asked, "Didn't we agree with Mom to bring the child back tomorrow to spend the day together?" "No, I have other plans for tomorrow." "Then we..." my wife asked doubtfully. "I want to see that man!" "No, please, husband..." my wife pleaded again, her voice trembling with tears, "I promise I won't contact him again." "Heh, you're overthinking it, darling." I coldly comforted her, "Hurry up and get ready, or we'll miss dinner." That night, we went to my parents' house for dinner as usual, but my wife was like a child who had done something wrong, still somewhat nervous, and stiffly facing her parents and child. My parents were also very happy to see us and were unaware of what had happened between us. After dinner, I played with the children for a while, then said I was a little tired and drove my wife home. When we got downstairs, I parked the car and said to my wife, "Go upstairs first and call that person. Let's meet tomorrow!" "You...you won't do anything impulsive, will you?" My wife still looked suspicious. "Don't worry, honey, for our children and our family, I won't do anything outrageous," my wife replied, and went upstairs to go home first. About ten minutes later, I locked the car and went upstairs. My wife was already waiting for me at the door. She whispered, "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, Yuanyuan Garden at the Sports Center." "Okay," I said casually, "I'm going to shower and go to bed first." "Okay, I'll clean up a bit and wash your clothes." After showering, I felt a little cooler. Although the doors and windows were closed and the air conditioning was on, it was still stuffy. That night, my wife went to bed very late, keeping her distance from me. At night, after a gust of wind, it finally rained. It felt like a stone that had been weighing on my heart for a long time had finally been lifted. I don't know when, but I fell asleep... (II) In the morning, I was awakened by the glaring sunlight. After a good night's sleep, my mood was much lighter. When I got up, I saw that my wife had already prepared my breakfast: a bowl of soy milk and a fried dough stick. After breakfast, I put on my usual work shirt and trousers. It was just past nine-thirty. I said to my wife, "Let's go!" My wife was dressed more casually than me, in a sleeveless t-shirt, a long silk skirt that went past her knees, and a pair of milky white high heels that accentuated her delicate feet. We arrived in no time by car. Yuanyuan Garden is a small coffee shop, or rather, I don't know how to describe it. Anyway, you can eat, drink tea, and drink coffee. I used to often invite a group of friends here to play cards. My wife and I went to the entrance. Since it was the weekend and quite early, there weren't many customers inside. A waiter warmly greeted us, and my wife said, "We've made a reservation." The waiter then led us to a quieter tea table at the back. The man sitting there looked to be around forty years old, thin, very clean, and with a scholarly air. He stood up, extended his hand to me, and politely said, "Hello." Although I knew he was the man who had toyed with my wife, I still politely extended my hand and said, "Hello." My wife, seeing our interaction, looked somewhat embarrassed and softly said, "Sorry to keep you waiting." "
Please sit," he said elegantly, gesturing for us to sit. My wife and I sat opposite him. He asked, "Would you like a pot of West Lake Longjing tea?" "Yes," my wife and I replied. "Okay, one pot, please," he said politely to the waiter. "Thank you." The waiter turned and left. My wife and I sat opposite him, unsure what to say; the atmosphere was somewhat heavy. The man coughed lightly and said, "First of all, I want to apologize. This is all my fault. Please don't blame your wife." Then he paused, "Actually, she loves you very much." "Heh," I chuckled bitterly. He'd already played me, and now he was talking about love? But I still feigned composure and said, "Yes, I know that." "So, how do you think we should resolve this?" His tone remained sincere, but with an indescribable air of authority. "First, I can guarantee I won't contact your wife again. Secondly, I can give you some financial compensation." "Financial compensation?" I was startled. Did I lack money? But then another thought rushed into my mind—my wife was a prostitute. This actually excited me! "Actually… I want to say that I don't care about your relationship," I said. "What?" My wife and I both seemed surprised. He asked, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes," I replied. "I've been thinking about it all night. Actually, I have masochistic tendencies and really want to find a master." "Oh, I know that," he said thoughtfully. "Your wife mentioned it to me, but I don't know if you're open to being trained by a male master? Or, I could introduce you to some female masters here. I know a few very professional ones who can train you both together." "Thank you." Hearing him say that, I became much more respectful, and the thought of being trained alongside my wife even excited me a little. "I've been trained by female masters in real life a few times, but most of the time I've just fantasized. As for male masters, I can't say for sure, but I'd like to try."
"I see, I understand." He seemed a bit confident, or rather, from that moment on, he was my master. "Then let's begin!" "Now?" I didn't expect it to be so soon, but since I had already said it, I had to stick to it. I lowered my head and said sincerely, "Yes, Master." "Hehe," the master chuckled, turning to his wife, "And you, little bitch?" "Me?" My wife had been listening to our conversation with her head down since she came in. She turned to look at me, unsure how to answer. "It's alright, darling," I gently encouraged her. "Oh," my wife said respectfully, "I am your bitch, Master." "Haha, a pair of shameless dogs," he said to us happily. Hearing this, I didn't know what my wife was thinking. I felt humiliated, but undeniably, I was also excited. We said in unison, "Yes, Master." "Little bitch, have you brought everything I told you to carry?" "Yes, Master," my wife replied, picking up her small handbag. "Good girl, show this to your dog husband!" The wife obediently opened her handbag and handed it to me. Inside were several remote-controlled vibrators, a nipple clamp and nipple chain, and a few other things, filling the handbag to the brim. The lighting wasn't good, so I couldn't see clearly. "Alright, make sure you don't leave any empty spaces," the owner commanded. "Go and come back quickly!"
"This..." My wife hesitated, looking at me with a questioning gaze. I nodded, and she stood up, saying, "Then I'll go to the restroom first, Master." She then turned and left. Just then, the waiter brought in the Longjing tea, pouring three cups. The fragrant steam slowly rose. The waiter said sweetly, "If you need anything else, you can press the call button on the table at any time." Then she turned and leisurely left. "Come sit over here!" he said to me. "Oh!" I stood up, about to stand, when he interrupted me, saying, "Wrong, no manners. You have to crawl under the table." This... I didn't expect him to make such a request, but I obediently lay down, intending to crawl under the table. However, he spread his legs, showing no intention of letting me pass. I lay there under the table, afraid that a stranger might come in. Even if it wasn't a stranger, I didn't know how to explain it to my wife when she came back and saw me like this. Then, I saw that my master had kicked off his sandals. I understood what he meant, so I lowered my head and lay on the ground, sucking his toes. His feet slowly savored the sensation, then actively stirred within my mouth, forcing me to open my mouth wide. After a while, his feet stopped stirring and he brought his legs together. I couldn't see his expression, but I saw him pat the sofa beside him. I understood what he meant, and I slipped over the table and sat to his right. By then, my shirt was already quite disheveled, but I didn't care anymore. "How does Master's foot taste?" he asked me, placing his hand on my leg and moving it towards my genitals. Taste? I was so nervous just now that I didn't pay much attention to this. Anyway, it wasn't as smelly as I had imagined, so I said, "It's alright, Master." "You know what? Your wife really likes my feet. She often begs me to let her lick them."
He was clearly humiliating me, but I didn't care anymore. I said, "Thank you for bestowing this upon her, Master." "Haha," he laughed happily, "Unzip your pants!" I knew my master wanted to play with my lower body, so I straightened up and slowly unzipped my pants. His right hand immediately slipped into my crotch, kneading my penis and testicles through my underwear, and slowly increasing the pressure. Although it was a small private room, I was still worried that someone might accidentally wander in. I tried my best to control myself and appear calm. But as the pain intensified, my body also began to feel strange sensations. Under his rough kneading, I could feel my penis hardening, the glans swelling, as if it were resisting. My testicles were throbbing from his grip, and despite the air conditioning being blasted, sweat still poured down my face. Just then, my wife returned. She saw her master playing with my genitals, but didn't seem too surprised. She stood there with her head down, awaiting his orders. "Is everything ready?" "Yes, Master." My wife answered softly, then opened her handbag and handed it to him in front of me. I saw her panties and bra; she was probably wearing nothing underneath. "Is everything stuffed?" "Fully stuffed, Master," my wife said, taking a remote control from her bag and handing it to him. He pressed it lightly, and immediately a buzzing sound came from my wife's lower body. "Ah!" My wife suddenly squeezed her legs together, letting out a soft cry, her head lowering even further. I could clearly see her eyes tightly closed, biting her lip; her expression was hard to tell if it was pain or ecstasy. "Good. Have you prepared your dog husband's things?" "Prepared, Master." Saying this, my wife took out a remote-controlled vibrator from under her handbag. "Do you know how to use it?" the man asked me. "Yes, Master." I looked at the vibrator; it was used almost every time I was disciplined. "Alright then, hurry back." "Okay." I got up, put my penis back in, zipped up my pants, straightened my clothes, and took the vibrator from my wife's hand. Just as I was leaving, I felt my wife pull my hand and put a Durex condom in it. I went to the bathroom, first splashing cold water on my face to clear my head. I had to admire his technique and strength in playing with my genitals; if my wife had come any later, I definitely would have ejaculated. Thinking this, I found a private stall, took off my pants, and held the vibrator in my hand. I wasn't unfamiliar with vibrators; I had used them and anal plugs many times before, so I was fairly confident in my anus's tolerance. But this time was different; there was no lubricant, and my rectum was very dry, so it wouldn't go in at all. Then I remembered the Durex condom my wife had given me, and I understood her intention. So I put on the vibrator and easily inserted it, feeling a slight coolness and pleasure. I pulled up my pants, went back to the mirror, and straightened my clothes, not wanting anyone to notice anything different about me. Although I could imagine my wife being wantonly played with by her master, I was still somewhat surprised when I entered her. My wife was curled up on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her ankles, her legs spread wide, almost to the sides of her body, her skirt had slipped down to her hips, revealing her snow-white legs. The man had one hand around my wife's back, caressing her breasts, while his other hand was buried deep in her genitals, clearly playing with her vulva. Perhaps my wife was somewhat dazed from the play, or perhaps she was too embarrassed to look up; she kept her head deeply lowered, almost burying it under the table, occasionally letting out a soft "woof" sound. "My feet are a little itchy, go lick them for me!" the master said to me while playing with his wife. As he spoke, he turned on the remote control, and I felt the vibrating egg in my anus begin to vibrate restlessly, the frequency and amplitude increasing. Just as I ducked under the table, I glanced at my wife and saw that her eyes were tightly closed and her cheeks were flushed. No wonder she kept making strange "ooh" sounds; her mouth was stuffed with the underwear she had just taken off. I lay down on the floor again. The man's feet were completely outside his shoes, and I could smell saliva and my wife's perfume. I figured she must have just been intimate with them. I held one foot in my hands, imagining what it was like to lick other women's feet before, sticking out my tongue to lick every inch of skin. To be honest, I'm quite sensitive to feet, even though this was the first time I'd faced a man's feet, but I was still pretty good at licking them. Curiosity drove me to secretly look at my wife's body. Her vulva was wide open, and the master's fingers were moving back and forth between her labia, occasionally inserting inside. The man's other hand was pulling on an iron chain, the two ends of which were definitely clamped around his wife's nipples. With each pull, the pressure seemed to increase, and his wife continued to moan softly, clearly in pain from the strain on her nipples. "Listen up, you two filthy dogs," the master said, handing a teacup under the table. "Let's see who climaxes first. The loser will be punished." "Yes, Master." Actually, I'd wanted to masturbate for a while, but since the master hadn't given the order, I didn't dare do it openly. I took the cup, unzipped my pants, and used one hand to masturbate my penis while the other held the cup against my glans. Less than thirty centimeters away, my wife was being played with and tortured by a stranger. These were scenes I'd fantasized about before, and now they were actually happening right before my eyes. With my wife's moans, I ejaculated, not a drop left, all of it into the teacup. It was so exciting! I was too excited to speak. After catching my breath, I said, "Master, I came." "Hmm, well done," the master said, speeding up his fingering and nipple-pulling. "Looks like the bitch lost and needs to be punished." "Ugh...ugh..." My wife's moans grew louder, perhaps because the pain intensified, or perhaps because she was nearing her limit and no longer cared about her surroundings. Suddenly, a stream of liquid spurted from between the master's fingers from my wife's genitals. I didn't have time to dodge; it sprayed all over my face, some even getting into my mouth—a pungent, salty taste. This was the first time I'd seen my wife so excited, her orgasm so intense. I guess that's the biggest reason she's with the master!
"The male dog can get up now." "Yes, Master." I slowly sat up and placed the teacup containing the semen on the table. "You can spit out your panties now, bitch." The master pulled the panties out of his wife's mouth while waving his fingers, which were covered in his wife's vaginal fluid, in front of her: "Look how dirty you've made my hands."
"I...I'm sorry, Master," my wife said somewhat nervously, glancing at me furtively before quickly licking his fingers clean with her mouth. I had to admire her speed; either she'd received long-term training, or she was simply a born slut. "Hehe, you've prepared such nutritious food, shouldn't we eat?" "Eat?" I was bewildered. Hadn't I just eaten breakfast? It hadn't even been two hours, and I had no appetite. "Yes, thank you for your kindness, Master," my wife said cooperatively, as if she understood her master's meaning. The man pressed a call button, and a rapid, high-pitched voice came through: "Hello, what would you like to order?" I suddenly remembered what was on the table and instinctively covered myself with my hand. I saw the waitress smiling sweetly; I wondered if she had noticed the lewd atmosphere that filled the room. "Just order what we ate when we first met..." He deliberately left out the rest of his sentence. "Okay, sure," my wife said to the waiter, "One stone pot bibimbap, no salt, no sauce, lots of greens, and the egg should be medium-rare. Thank you." "Okay, is there anything else you two would like?" "I...I don't need anything, thank you." I didn't know how to answer, so I just told the truth. "Well, we don't need anything either." The man said to the waiter, "Don't give me too much miso soup, and please bring me an extra clean soup bowl!" "Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter turned and left. "You can use this to give your wife a good nourishing meal today." He pointed to the cup I was hiding. "Oh!" I replied, at that moment I really didn't know what he was up to. "Did you bring the holy water cup?" "Yes, I did, Master." My wife quickly took out a conical beaker from the bottom of her handbag: "Would you like me to go with you?" "No need, you two wait here for me!" The master left. I looked at my wife, but she kept her head down, her nose twitching, as if she was deliberately avoiding my gaze. I broke the silence: "You drank his urine?" My wife raised her head slightly and whispered, "Yes." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible. "You drank his urine," I paused, unsure whether to continue, "Then did you eat his excrement too?" "Yes," my wife answered groggily, but she immediately retorted, "No, no, I only licked his anus." She paused again, then added, "He just finished defecating." Good heavens! I couldn't believe my ears. My sweet, dependent wife, the mother of my precious son, the good daughter in her parents' eyes, the teacher who imparts knowledge at school—how could she be so despicable! A moment later, the master returned, carrying the bottle filled with a pale yellow liquid in one hand and a small plastic bag containing several folded sheets of toilet paper in the other. He handed everything to my wife, saying, "Keep these safe; they're your condiments." "Yes, Master," my wife respectfully took the items from him, placed them on the sofa, and covered them with her body. As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter brought the meal over and placed it lightly in the center of the table, saying, "Everyone, your meals are ready. Please let us know if you need anything else." The man then sat down next to me, took a sip of tea, and said to his wife, "Eat up!" He then blew lightly in front of his nose, "The taste is a bit strong, I wonder how you feel?" "Me?" I looked at the master, then at my wife. She was elegantly arranging the food on the table, just like she always did at home. But what was different was that what she was about to eat was simply unbelievable. My wife took an empty bowl and poured all of the master's urine into it, filling the bowl about two-thirds full. Then she slowly added another bowl of soup to it and stirred it with a spoon. Next, she took out a piece of toilet paper from a plastic bag and carefully peeled it open. Inside was a small pool of dark brown feces. I almost vomited just looking at it. I watched as she picked up the fried egg from the rice, placed it on a tissue, and pressed it down evenly with chopsticks. The back of the egg was undoubtedly covered in foul-smelling feces. Then she mashed the egg back into the rice, and the yolk slowly oozed out, mixing with her master's feces and gradually staining the rice yellow. Finally, she poured the small cup of semen I had just ejaculated onto the rice. After finishing all this, the wife, holding chopsticks in her right hand and a soup spoon in her left, looked up and asked softly, "Master, can the female dog eat now?" "Hmm, but in front of your male dog husband, did you forget something?" the master said strangely, "Did you leave a little too much?" "Oh," the wife seemed to realize something, and quickly soaked the remaining toilet paper in the miso soup. As she slowly soaked the entire piece of paper, she said, "I'm sorry, Master! I'm sorry, Master!" "Hehe, it's alright, drink some soup first," the master smiled slightly, "Don't let it get cold. Eat quickly, don't leave any this time!" "Okay." The wife agreed, gently stirring the toilet paper floating on top with her spoon, and then spooning the soup mixed with semen, urine, and feces into her mouth. Her movements were as ladylike as ever, without making a single unnecessary sound. It was clear that she had received a good education since childhood. What surprised me even more was that she didn't seem to have any difficulty swallowing. My master's hand slowly moved to my crotch: "Does watching your wife eat this arouse you?"
Only then did I realize how pathetic I was. Watching my wife eat this disgusting stuff, I felt no anger whatsoever; instead, I felt a surge of desire, and my penis was uncontrollably aroused. What was most infuriating was that my master had noticed all of this. He squeezed my penis: "Heh, the male dog seems to really enjoy it!" "Mmm, mmm..." I didn't know how to answer, so I could only meekly reply, "Yes, Master." "Heh, actually, you shouldn't blame your wife, and you shouldn't despise her." What did he mean by that?
It seemed there was a hidden meaning in his words. Before I could react, my master continued, "Your wife loves you very much and couldn't bear to let you know this reality, fearing you wouldn't be able to accept it." He paused slightly, then added, "But she can't let go of her masochistic tendencies. She said you were the one who slowly provided her with the information, so we agreed beforehand not to leave any marks on her body." "Oh." I seemed to understand something. "So, she only accepts humiliation and discipline, even things that most submissives wouldn't accept, like gold and holy water. Do you understand?" "I see, I understand, Master." The mystery that had been bothering me was solved. I had been wondering how my wife had become like this, but now that I thought about it, it was all for me, and I couldn't help but feel pity for her. "However, now that you know everything, I think you won't have this worry anymore, right?" "Yes, Master," I answered firmly, "From now on, she's your bitch. You can do whatever you want, and I won't interfere." I don't know where I got the courage to say those words. "Bitch, tell your husband how you like your master to torture you right now?" The wife seemed to be swallowing her food impatiently, saying, "I most want my master to whip me hard." "Oh, where?" "My breasts, my cunt, every part of my body is fine." She said excitedly, then looked at me. Our eyes met, and I nodded silently. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears of gratitude, then I lowered my head and continued eating. "Hehe, good little slave, it's a pity there's no whip right now, sorry to bother you!" The master said hypocritically, then turned to me and said, "Don't just sit there, let me reward you with a taste of my treasure!" With that, he unzipped his pants, and his penis proudly sprang out. I have to admit, it was much bigger than mine. I slowly opened my mouth, but the penis in front of me was so big that I didn't know where to start. He seemed impatient, pressing down on my neck, his enormous penis pressing against the back of my throat, making me gag uncontrollably. I dared not resist, slowly obeying his wishes, taking his huge cock into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my master place one leg between my wife's legs, his toes constantly teasing her labia and clitoris. Gradually, several toes were completely inside her vagina. Perhaps because it was my first time serving a man, my technique wasn't very refined, and my master's excitement seemed to gradually diminish. His penis slowly shrank in my mouth. My master said somewhat displeasedly, "Get up, you male dog, you should learn more from your wife!" "Oh," I straightened up, "I'm sorry, master." "Looks like you want to save all my essence for your wife!" my master said mockingly, "Bitch, have you eaten enough?" "Mmm," my wife replied, scraping the rice clean from the stone pot and drinking almost all the soybean paste soup. Only the piece of toilet paper wrapped with my master's feces remained. She picked it up... I put it in my mouth, chewed it slowly, squeezing out every last drop of water like sugarcane, and then gently spat it out: "Master, the female dog has eaten it all." "Hmm, not bad," the master said, looking at the stone pot and soup bowl with some pride. "Tell your husband, it tasted pretty good, didn't it?" My wife shyly looked up at me and said, "It tasted very good, thank you for the treat, Master." The master raised his teacup: "I'm very happy to meet you today. You two should go back and think about it this afternoon! Now, I'll toast with tea instead of wine to congratulate the pair of female dogs I found." "Yes, Master." My wife and I both raised our teacups, and the three of us drank them down in one gulp. Then the three of us got up and went out. The master put his arm around my wife and said to me, "You go drive, I'll pay the bill."
"Oh, yes." I glanced back at my wife; she seemed a little uncomfortable. After all, my wife was being held in someone else's arms, and I was supposed to be this person's driver. I started the car, turned on the air conditioning, and my restless heart calmed down a little. I didn't even know what I was doing. A moment later, my wife came over accompanied by her master. I opened the back door for him, and he got in, but my wife remained standing at the door, unmoved. I knew she was hesitating whether she should sit in the passenger seat or the back. "You sit in the back with your master!" I said casually. "Okay." My wife then sat down next to her master and said, "Let's take him home, Lingxiu City."
It was a hot summer noon, and there weren't many cars on the street. I was driving fast. "Slow down a bit, I still want to have some fun with your wife!" my master said to me. "What kind of car is this?" Hearing my master's words, I slowly slowed down: "Toyota Highlander, master." "Oh, spacious enough! Haha, we'll have the conditions for outdoor car sex in the future." My master laughed and said, "What are you standing there for? Bitch, kneel down, take off your glasses, and put your hands behind your back!" My master gave a stern command. I saw my wife kneeling obediently before her master in the rearview mirror. She took off her glasses, tilted her head slightly, and then I heard a crisp slap. My wife managed a few suppressed groans. "Haha, that's great! Now you don't have to worry about your husband anymore. I can play with you properly in front of him," the master said happily. "Do you like it, bitch?" "Yes," my wife answered in a voice that couldn't be lowered any further. The master seemed to understand her thoughts and deliberately teased her, "Louder!" Then two more slaps followed. "Yes, master," my wife answered humiliatingly. "Hehe, male dog, you like it too, right?" The master was obviously trying to humiliate me again. "Yes, master," I answered. "What a pair of good dogs!" The master then commanded, "Take off your t-shirt. Do you know what I'm going to do, bitch?" "Yes," my wife said as she took off her t-shirt, "Master is going to play with the bitch's tits." "As expected of a teacher, so smart," the master said, followed by the sound of slaps. As I drove, I secretly glanced at my wife in the rearview mirror. She was involuntarily twisting her body, her large breasts swaying wildly from side to side as she was being slapped. She seemed to want to dodge, but dared not, only able to slightly cushion the impact to lessen the pain. I unconsciously sped up, and soon we arrived at my master's building. "Master, we're here,"
I said timidly. Clearly, my master wasn't finished. He said with lingering pleasure, "So fast? I haven't had enough!" "Um… Master, how about I do it for you in the car?" my wife said softly. "Honey…
could you wait for me outside for a while?" I didn't know what to say, so I obediently got out of the car and hid under the shade of a tree by the roadside. I vaguely saw my wife get up and straddle my lap, and the car began to shake slightly… After a while, my phone rang. I answered it, and my wife said wearily, "Honey, come back!" I rushed back, wanting to see what was happening inside the car. I opened the car door and saw my wife, disheveled, her hair messy, several slap marks on her cheeks, and a few drops of undried semen still clinging to her lips. She glanced at me first, then respectfully helped her master straighten his clothes. "Bitch, do you like it?" The master, seeing me enter, deliberately played with my wife's breasts. "Yes, I like it when Master plays with my tits." "Haha, not bad." The master laughed with satisfaction: "Tell your husband about tomorrow's plans, I'll be waiting for you." With that, he opened the door and got out. I restarted the car, and my wife, having straightened her clothes, sat in the passenger seat. I asked, "What's going on tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow... tomorrow..." my wife stammered, "Darling, I know what I've done is wrong to you. If you don't like it, I'll cut off all contact with Master, I promise." "I just want to know what he meant by tomorrow's plans?" I asked, emphasizing my words. My wife hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master wants to take us both to be disciplined tomorrow. He's found you a female master." "Oh!" "But if you don't like it, that's fine. We won't contact her." "Not contact her? Why?" I countered, "I really like it, but you won't mind me being disciplined by another woman, will you?" "Well..." My wife paused slightly, "It's up to you. As long as you like it, I won't stop you."
When I got home, I felt incredibly hot. I ran to the bathroom to shower and took the vibrator out of my anus. Maybe I was used to it, because it felt empty after I took it out. I removed the condom, cleaned the vibrator, and handed it to my wife, saying, "Keep this safe. Do you need it tomorrow?"
My wife took it, glanced at me, and said, "Hmm, put it back in tomorrow morning!" "What about yours?" I asked. "Mine, I'm used to it, so I won't take it out yet!" my wife said, "Besides..." "Besides what?" "Master is going to have anal sex tomorrow, and I want to get used to it first." I didn't say anything more; to be precise, I didn't know what to say. (III) The next morning at 6 a.m., before dawn, I was lying in bed, but my wife was already up and getting ready. Perhaps because she had a vibrating egg inserted in her anus all night, there was no sign of discomfort in her movements. "Getting up so early?" I said to my wife while lying in bed with my eyes closed. "Yes, he said to have something earlier today..." my wife said softly, looking down slightly embarrassed. "You're really willing to let him fuck you?" A hint of displeasure flashed through my mind, and I replied in a low voice. Perhaps my words hurt my wife, because she was about to put on her stockings when she suddenly stopped, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at me, tears rolling in the red sunlight. In the dim morning light, my wife's jade-like body looked exceptionally alluring. "I knew it, you don't want me anymore, you look down on me!" My wife tried her best to control herself from crying, and said to me with a sob in her nose, "I'm not playing anymore, let's live a good life from now on, okay? I'll call him right now and tell him not to contact me again!" As she spoke, my wife stood up and reached for the phone on the bedside table. Her round buttocks were clearly presented before my eyes, the red marks from yesterday's handling by that man's hands were still clearly visible, and her slightly dark brown anus indicated that my wife's back door had been fully opened. I got up and pressed my wife down, my erect penis pressing tightly against my wife's plump buttocks. At this moment, all unhappiness vanished; all I wanted to do was insert my penis into my wife's vagina. My wife clearly felt the change in my body and froze on the bed, unsure what to do. We held each other tightly, the increasingly bright sunlight bathing us, making us appear exceptionally pure. "Time's almost up!" I said, licking my wife's ear. "Ah!" My wife was clearly startled, turning around and nudging me with her elbow, saying, "Hurry up!"
My wife quickly broke free from my embrace, turned around, stretched out her legs, and pulled black stockings over her feet, struggling to pull them up to her thighs. Her white thighs were quickly covered by the black stockings. She kept pushing the stockings up with her hands, the lace trim just barely touching the edge of her thighs, next to her alluring vulva. While she was putting on the stockings, I took advantage of the moment and began to knead her breasts from behind. Her full breasts felt heavy in my hands, and the thought that her large breasts would not only belong to me but also be played with by another man made my previously limp penis rise again. "Stop it, let's go!" My wife finished putting on the stockings, quickly pushed me away, and pulled the dress I had prepared yesterday onto herself. The dress was the perfect length, and combined with her profession, anyone who saw her would think she was a virtuous wife and loving mother. But who would have thought that under the dress, she wasn't wearing underwear or a bra? My wife and I had finished getting ready and were about to leave when she suddenly stopped, her face a little pale, and said to me, "Honey, you didn't put a vibrator in my back door, did you?" In my haste, I'd completely forgotten about it. I quickly straightened my pants and said to my wife, "Hurry up and get that vibrator and put it in my back door, or we'll be late!" I said, pulling down my pants while waiting for her to bring the vibrator. But to my surprise, my wife stood motionless beside me. I couldn't help but exclaim anxiously, "Hurry up! We're going to be late!" "Honey..." my wife stammered, as if something was embarrassing. "What's wrong?" I asked. After all, we'd been married for several years; we didn't need to spell it out—we could guess most of what was going on from their expressions. "What embarrassing task did Master assign you?" I probed my wife. My wife nodded. "Go ahead!" I said to her, feigning nonchalance. "Master said I should use my high heels to dilate your anus before inserting the vibrator," my wife finally managed to say haltingly after much hesitation. What?! She actually wants my wife to use her high heels to dilate my anus? I couldn't help but look down at the high heels on my wife's feet. That's when I realized that she wasn't wearing her usual 8-centimeter stiletto heels, but a pair of chunky-heeled boots. I estimated the heels to be about 4 centimeters thick. Hearing my wife's words and seeing the shoes on her feet, my masochistic desires suddenly surged, and my penis became painfully hard. I nodded to my wife, then knelt down with my back to her, sticking my buttocks up high, waiting for her to use her heels to dilate my anus. I knelt on the ground for a while without feeling any movement from my wife, so I turned my head and found that her face was flushed, and one hand was constantly rubbing her genitals back and forth. "Wife! Hurry up!" I urged. My wife, one hand on the wall, unfastened a condom with the other, slipped it onto the heel of her thick shoe, and then wobbled as she extended it towards my buttocks. I turned my head, clenching my teeth, awaiting her thunderous strike. Finally, I felt her heel press against my anus, a chilling sensation spreading throughout my body. My wife said from behind, "Honey, bear with it, I'm going to dilate you!" I gritted my teeth and said to her, "Come on!" Then I felt a coldness invade my body from the outside, my anus stretched wide by the thick heel, and the heel continued to slowly push in. The tearing sensation in my anus was excruciating; before, only a few small vibrators had entered me. I gritted my teeth, my body constantly thrusting backward, trying to force the heel deeper. The price was an even stronger tearing pain; I felt completely exhausted. "Honey, it's done," my wife's timid voice came from behind me. I turned my head and felt as if I were hanging on my wife's high heels, and my penis was even more erect. (IV) I was sitting in the driver's seat of the car, and my beloved wife was in the passenger seat next to me. The anal dilation in the morning made the atmosphere between us a little awkward. After my wife finished dilating my anus and inserting the vibrator, she didn't say a word to me. She just silently tied my belt, then picked up her handbag and went downstairs. I was driving with one hand, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my wife with her head down, seemingly thinking about something. My other hand involuntarily touched my wife's thigh in stockings. The silky feel, the textured thigh, and the warmth of my wife's body on it made me lose myself in a daze. My wife let me put my hand on her thigh, still with her head down, without any reaction. I couldn't help but whisper my wife's nickname. When my wife heard me call her name, she raised her head slightly and looked at me with a dazed look. Only then did I realize that my wife was crying. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked softly, afraid that a harsh tone would upset her even more. She didn't speak, but tentatively reached for my buttocks, crying as she touched them, "Honey, does it still hurt? This morning I..." Looking at her swollen eyes, I knew she wanted to back out again, but this time it was for my sake. I slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road, pulled the handbrake, and scooped my crying wife into my arms, patting her back. She nestled quietly against me like a kitten, occasionally letting out a sob. "Honey, I'm so afraid of losing you..." she murmured. "Silly wife, it's all my own choice! Your happiness is my happiness!" I whispered, comforting her. At that moment, my wife, who had been hiding in my arms, pushed me away, crying and laughing, "You cuckold!" Hearing this, my penis instantly reacted, and I could see the shape of it on my pants. Similarly, my wife noticed the change in my genitals and gently punched my crotch, saying, "You're so shameless, husband." "Then do you still love me?" Hearing my wife's words, I was overwhelmed with excitement and stammered to her, "Love, one lifetime isn't enough, I want to love you for two lifetimes! If you're a cuckold, I'll be a shameless bitch." After saying that, my wife looked at me quietly, then suddenly pounced on me and kissed me passionately... After a while, my wife and I slowly separated. My wife and I straightened our clothes, and she tidied her hair a bit, then pointed to the watch on my wrist. I looked down and realized, oh no! We're going to be late! We sped all the way, but that's another story. My wife and I finally arrived at the place on time, which was a typical courtyard house in a rural northern China (a modern courtyard house; in the past, the courtyard was right outside the door, but the new courtyard house was different, with a glass-walled corridor at the entrance, so it wasn't cold when moving between rooms in winter). My wife and I stood outside the gate, staring at the yard, unsure of what to do. After a few minutes, I stepped forward to knock, but my wife grabbed my arm. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled. "Husband..." she hesitated, refusing to speak, and wouldn't let me knock. Just as I was wondering what was going on, the yard gate suddenly opened. I turned and looked inside, and what I saw startled me. Standing there was a woman, about thirty years old, similar in age to my wife, and about 165 centimeters tall. To my surprise, this woman's attire was incredibly provocative. She wore platform heels, about twelve centimeters high, and was completely naked. My gaze immediately fell on her genitals. What should have been a lush, bushy area was remarkably white, without a single hair. Even more astonishingly, each labia had a small metal ring, gleaming in the sunlight. Above her vagina, near her lower abdomen, was a phoenix with outstretched wings, its form becoming more lifelike as she moved. I stared blankly at the naked woman before me, surprised that she showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she greeted me with a graceful air, then said to my wife, "Second Sister, Master has been waiting for you for a long time. Come in quickly!" "Second Sister?" I looked at my wife beside me, puzzled by the woman's words. My wife's originally fair face quickly flushed red, from her neck down to her cheeks. "This day was bound to come sooner or later. What's there to be shy about? Come in quickly, don't keep Master waiting!" The woman standing at the door urged, seeing us still dawdling. Hearing the urging from the other side, my wife no longer hesitated. She gritted her teeth, stepped through the door, and I followed her in. Then the door slammed shut. "Where is Master?" I asked the woman from before. "I'll take you to see the master in a moment. Now hurry up and take off your clothes," the woman replied without even looking at them. Then, turning to her wife, she said, "Second sister, you've been here twice already. How come you've forgotten the rules?"
My wife glanced at me and silently began to undress. Seeing this, my mind went blank; I could only stare blankly at her earlier words: "You've been here twice now, you've been here twice now..." Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, my wife, who was undressing, came over, took my hand, and said, "Honey, I'm sorry!" "What's going on?" I glared at my wife. My wife had probably never seen me so angry before, and she froze. The woman next to me, seeing this, walked over and said, "My name is Zhang Lin. Your wife is my second sister. We are all the master's slaves, bitches, and livestock. In this courtyard, regardless of gender, everyone is the master's servant. No one is allowed to wear any clothes, and everyone must kneel and walk. Walking is not permitted. Do you understand?"
After hearing Zhang Lin's words, my anger subsided a little, and I said to my wife with some resentment, "You should have told me sooner!" Before my wife could speak, Zhang Lin interrupted me, saying, "You should be content! How much your second sister loves you! Look at me..." As she spoke, Zhang Lin spread her legs, exposing her genitals, and pulled at her labia, saying, "Your second sister knew the master before I did, but look at your second sister, do you see any of the master's marks on her? I was the fourth bitch to know the master. I already wear a chastity ring, and I have a tattoo on my genitals. Not to mention the other minor body modifications, but for you, your second sister refused so many of the master's orders for body modifications!" I looked at my wife, who was silent beside me. She truly loved me so much! "Wife, I support you in everything." I took my wife's hand and looked straight into her eyes. My wife nodded gently, then took off her dress and knelt on the ground, her limbs on the ground, her waist forming a beautiful arc. When Zhang Lin saw my wife kneeling on the ground, he said to me, "Second brother-in-law, take off your clothes, kneel down, I'll take you there." At this point, what else was there to say? I took off all my clothes and threw them on the ground. Zhang Lin led the way, my wife was in the middle, and I was at the back. The three of us were like a male and female dog in heat, slowly crawling towards the abyss of depravity... (V) My wife, Zhang Lin, and I, the three naked men and women, lined up and crawled into the place in my heart that I both resisted and inexplicably looked forward to. To this day, I still remember the trepidation in my heart at that time. The courtyard where the professor lived had a gleaming marble path in the front yard. Crawling on it prevented my skin from being scratched by the gravel, but whenever I looked down, the reflection of the marble surface always revealed my naked body, my penis hanging straight down to the ground. Each crawling motion caused my penis to sway incessantly, bringing a unique kind of stimulation. Looking up casually, I noticed my wife's genitals were still covered in mud, glistening strangely in the sunlight. The path wasn't long; I hadn't crawled far when my wife suddenly stopped. Inadvertently, my head bumped into her buttocks. She turned her head and glanced at me. Just as I was about to say something, I heard Zhang Lin kowtow several times, then say, "Master, I've brought my second sister and brother-in-law!" Zhang Lin's words silenced my teasing of my wife, leaving only a sigh.
"Come in!" A moment later, a deep male voice came from inside the room; it was the voice of the master my wife and I had met last time. The door creaked open, and I couldn't help but look up. Before me stood a very capable woman with short hair that just covered her ears. She wasn't as gentle as my wife, nor as seductive as Zhang Lin had been. If I had to describe her in one word, it would be "resolute!" But this resolute and capable woman was dressed no differently than Zhang Lin; her upper body was completely naked, her full, perky breasts exposed to the air, and her abdomen flat. Like Zhang Lin, she also had a lifelike golden phoenix tattooed on her mons pubis, and her pubic hair was completely shaved. Her labia were drawn inwards, tightly pressed together, and upon closer inspection, it was discovered that she also wore a small genital ring on each side of her labia. A pair of purple stockings encased her straight thighs, adding to her mystery. Her high heels weren't too high, without platforms, but combined with her height, it was still an intimidating height. Seeing her emerge, Zhang Lin and his wife simultaneously kowtowed to her and called out, "Greetings, elder sister!" The woman in purple stockings before me showed no expression, only coldly saying, "Come in, the master is waiting." With that, she turned her back to us, knelt down, and led us into the house. Before me stood three completely naked beauties. At this moment, my mind was completely occupied by this mysterious master, and my actions were controlled by desire. "You've come? Have you made up your mind?" the professor said to my wife and me, sitting in his chair. My wife and I knelt naked before the professor. What we had planned to say suddenly became awkward under his question. Fortunately, the professor seemed to have anticipated this, and instead of being angry at our silence, he said understandingly, "I understand what you're thinking. Everyone's first step is difficult. Let me introduce you to myself and these women." He pointed to the women beside him and continued, "You're not the only cuckolded masochist, and your wife isn't my only married masochist. Li Ling, she was my first masochist, and her husband was also my slave. However, I'm not particularly interested in training men; I only train him occasionally." He then pointed to the woman in purple stockings kneeling beside him and said, "Li Ling, tell him your story." It was then that I learned the name of the woman in purple stockings who had opened the door for us was Li Ling. Li Ling, hearing her master ask her to tell her story, showed no shyness whatsoever. She knelt down confidently and began to recount her experiences. After listening to her story, I learned that Li Ling and her husband were also the master's slaves, having followed him for almost five years, even before us. "Well?" the master said to my wife and me. "Your wife is a very good submissive. If she were in my hands, she would be even more perfect. Like a rough gem in the hands of a skilled craftsman like me, she would shine even brighter!" I looked at my wife kneeling beside me, then at the other two kneeling beside me, my thoughts drifting away. "I do!" Just as I was lost in thought, my wife suddenly gritted her teeth and said resolutely to the master sitting at the head of the table. Hearing my wife's words, I fell silent. My wife had agreed; what else could I say?
I gritted my teeth and said to my master, "I'm willing!" After hearing our words, the professor stopped urging us and said, "Although our relationship isn't legally binding, you know that once you become my slaves, many things will no longer be under your control. Everything will be based on my will. I might even subject your wife to some physical modifications, and you can't stop me. Can you do that?" Things had come to this point, what else was there to say? I immediately agreed. Unexpectedly, the master still didn't agree, but shook his head and said to me, "Don't rush. Let me explain my rules. Your wife knows these rules, but you don't, so her agreement doesn't mean you can. If you can't abide by them, you can get up now, put on your clothes, and leave. Just pretend you never came today, and I won't contact your wife again." "Then tell me?" I asked, a hint of curiosity arising from the master's mention of rules. "Zhang Lin, you tell us!" the professor said, pointing to Zhang Lin. Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin happily stood up and walked towards me. Because she was wearing high heels, her legs appeared exceptionally long. She showed no shyness, her legs spread wide, her phoenix-carved vulva facing my face. "Second brother-in-law," she said, "listen carefully. The master's rules are actually quite simple. Let me briefly explain: First, whether it's a husband-wife slave or a mother-son slave, all slaves are trained by the master and cannot object. Second, once you become the master's husband-wife slave, the wife's status is higher than the husband's, and the mother's status is higher than the son's. That is to say, even if you and I are both the master's slaves, my status is higher than yours. Third, once you become the master's husband-wife slave, the master has the right to modify the wife's body, and the husband cannot refuse. For example, my eldest sister and I were tattooed and had IUDs inserted by the master. If my second sister wants to get a tattoo and IUDs, you cannot refuse. Fourth, once..."

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