[Foot Fetish Medley] (1-11) Author: szw57865

Author: szw57865
Word Count: 37121 (1-11)
Introduction: This is a compilation containing plots from 5-6 articles.
Plot: I enjoy licking the soles of beautiful women's boots and being drained of money by beautiful women. Enter at your own risk if you dislike this.
1.
On Friday night, I was playing Magic Online when my mother came in and told me she had hired a tutor to help
me with my studies. I agreed. On Sunday, she brought the tutor home. When I saw her, I
almost drooled. She was about 1.67 meters tall, with a beautiful face and a slender figure, especially her
stockinged feet—perfect! Just as I was admiring this beautiful woman, my mother pulled me in front of her and said, "This is
your tutor, let's call her Teacher Zhang." Teacher Zhang quickly said to my mother, "Oh dear, don't call me teacher, my name is
Zhang Ting, just call me by my name." I thought she was being quite polite, and thinking that I should make
a good impression on such a beautiful woman, I said, "Calling me by my name is inappropriate, I'll just call you 'sister'."
She smiled and said, "Okay, just call me 'sister'."
This smile had a subtle effect; I noticed her mouth was slightly crooked when she smiled, but it gave her an almost
wicked beauty. For a moment, I was stunned. Seeing my
reaction, she gave a disapproving snort. My mother didn't notice these details and seemed quite satisfied with the way she addressed me. She gave me a few more instructions and then left, leaving
me several thousand yuan—part for the tutoring fee, and the rest for lunch with this woman
. After my mother left, we immersed ourselves in our tutoring sessions. But what I didn't see was
the ferocious look in the older girl's eyes when she saw the money .
I put the money on the table, listening to her explain the problem while stealing glances at her beautiful feet. Because she had changed into
slippers, her stockinged feet were fully displayed before me. She was wearing black stockings. Just as I
was getting ready for class, I suddenly felt an urge. I wanted to kneel at her feet and lick them. But I couldn't
resist, glancing at her feet every now and then.
When I looked up again, our eyes met. Her gaze didn't look away; instead, she stared at me,
making my eyes goosebumps. Faced with her intimidating gaze, I looked away, but after a while, I couldn't help but stare at
her feet again, feeling incredibly itchy.
At that moment, she quickly left the room, put on her black high-heeled boots, and came back to sit down and smile at me
. Generally, you should change into slippers when visiting someone's home, but for some reason, seeing her slightly wicked smile
, I couldn't bring myself to scold her. It was as if I should. My sister continued her tutoring session beside me. After
about an hour, she said she wanted to take a break and asked me to get her a glass of water. I quickly went out and got her a bottle of
iced tea. When I came back in, I noticed she had one foot propped up on where I was sitting. I didn't feel comfortable asking her to take
her foot off, so I stood to the side. For about a minute, neither of us spoke. Then she broke
the silence, asking why I had been staring at her feet during the tutoring session. I was speechless and
stood there awkwardly. Seeing that I didn't answer, she asked again, "Aren't my feet very pretty? That they
attract your attention?"
I nodded hesitantly.
She looked at me, puzzled, and asked what was so pretty about my feet. I said, "They're just pretty, especially yours, they're
so beautiful."
She chuckled and then lifted her foot to my chest, asking if I liked her feet.
I nodded again.
She mocked, "How do you like her? You don't want to kiss her, do you? Haha." I quickly replied
, "Yeah, yeah, I just want to kiss her." Sister: "You're not serious, are you? You really want to kiss her?"
I nodded again. She then said, "Well, I'll give you a chance.
How about 10 yuan for you to kiss my foot?" she asked tentatively.
I even doubted my ears, standing there frozen for over 30 seconds.
Seeing this, she impatiently said, "Kiss or not? If you don't, you won't get another chance." I immediately pulled out 10 yuan and
knelt down on the ground with a thud, hurriedly saying, "I'll kiss, I'll kiss!"
Sister looked down at me, her expression slowly changing from surprise to mockery, and contemptuously scolded:
"Hmph, even if you kneel down and beg me now, I won't let you kiss me, understand?"
Instead, her tone became even more forceful. "
Don't do this, sister!" "It's my fault, please!"
My tone became even more submissive. My sister hadn't expected her student and employer to
speak to her like that. "You're begging me? No way, you're my employer! Are you kidding me?"
"Really, sister, I beg you! Don't go, I'll give you more money."
My sister could tell I was practically begging.
"Alright then, let's see how you beg me. If you perform well, I might consider letting you kiss me
."
My sister had gained the upper hand, her tone noticeably changed. After saying that, she sat down, coldly
staring at me on the ground. At that moment, my mind was in turmoil. After all, this was the first time I'd faced such a challenge, and
I wasn't quite used to this role yet.
"What are you thinking about? Your eyes are practically glued to the screen. I don't have much time to think. I'll count to three and see
how you behave. One, two..."
"No, no, sister, I'll do whatever you say."
I had no time to think anymore. The masochistic pleasure had taken over my mind. I knelt on the ground.
"Sister, please! Don't go, okay?"
"Heh, you really knelt down and begged me. Seeing you kneeling before me and begging, I feel pretty good
. You're my employer, aren't you afraid I'll tell your family?"
My sister used words to provoke my subservience.
"Sister, I'm begging you sincerely. Please don't go. I'll do whatever you want,
as long as you're happy!"
I was getting into character. "Really? I'll do whatever you want? Okay then, since you're
begging me so sincerely, I'll agree. One kiss costs 100 yuan. Come on, crawl over here!"
"But sister, I want to kiss your feet." "I know, you're a guest, an employer. I'll satisfy
you after I get paid." My sister continued to test me. "Yes, I understand. Here's the money." As my sister prepared to take off her boots, I
said, "Wait a minute, I also want you to look down on me with disdain or contempt. Your shoes should be higher than my
head, is that alright?" My sister said embarrassedly, "I'll sit and you kneel, that's the highest I can
go."
I picked up the foot my sister was standing on and placed it on my kneeling thigh. My sister smiled and
raised her leg even higher, until I could only see the sole of the boot.
My sister swung her boots from side to side, teasingly asking, "Anything else you want?"
My eyes were glued to the soles
of her boots. If I hadn't retained a shred of reason, I would have rushed over and licked them. As if hypnotized, I blurted out my deepest secrets: "I
love your smile, sister, it's like you're looking down on everything. Seeing your smile excites me. I love being
sucked dry by evil beauties, trampled on, and made to ejaculate." "Sucking dry?"
My sister paused for a few seconds, then slowly smiled, a smile so joyful. "Hahaha!" Looking
up at her now, I was stunned. My sister's previous gentle demeanor was gone, replaced by contempt. She
was like a goddess, looking down at her kneeling servant. My penis was already throbbing.
My sister spoke: "My servant,"
her icy tone drove me wild, "Do you want to lick my feet?"
I felt a surge of excitement, my lower body hardening. I knew I couldn't resist my sister's
onslaught; I was powerless to defy her command.
"Look at you, you wretched creature, how could you be human? You should be my dog!"
My sister took off her boots, sat on the sofa, and stretched her feet in front of my face, teasingly.
I picked up one of her feet and began to smell it passionately. She seemed quite interested and asked, "Hehe,
are you still going to have extra lessons? If you don't, your mother will tell you when she gets back. Also, you smelled it twice more, so you'll have to pay extra." I
said while smelling her delicate feet, "It's okay, I won't tell her, she won't know. Here's 200." She probably did
n't think she was losing anything, so she hummed in agreement and continued watching me smell her feet. As I smelled them, I looked up and asked her, "Sister
, can you step on me?"
To my surprise, she answered without hesitation that it was no problem, but stepping on them would cost an extra 300 yuan. I said no problem,
took out 300 yuan, and said, "Sister, please step on me." So she lifted her foot and stomped my head on the ground, saying as she did so, "Hehe,
it feels pretty good to step on your head." I quickly chimed in, "If you like it, keep stepping on it, it feels so good!
Sister, you can use a little more force, it won't hurt." "Stomp harder?"
she said, giving me a disdainful look. "200 per minute." "
Okay, okay." She stomped the ground hard in front of me, dust filling my nose, and I couldn't help but
sneeze.
Before the sneeze was even finished, I felt a weight on my head. She slowly, very slowly, stomped my head down
until my right cheek was pressed against the ground.
My left cheek was pressed down by her heel, the heavy heel pressing directly against my temple.
My breathing quickened, and I mumbled in my sleep, "Quick, quick, crush me with the sole of your shoe, quick..."
She didn't listen to me, only increasing the pressure of her foot. My face was quickly distorted by the pressure,
but her demands never stopped.
The first time she stepped on someone's head, a strange feeling rose in her heart—a
thrill of absolute conquest and humiliation of a life equal to her own. Even the most noble people had never been treated this way
.
A slight smile played on her lips as she looked down intently at me, who was like a lump of mud, and asked, "Do you really think
this is enjoyable for you?"
My mouth was already flattened, and I could only hum in agreement. My hands unconsciously reached into my underwear and began to masturbate.
Suddenly, her foot released its grip, the toe of her shoe deliberately pointing in front of my nose, tapping lightly.
"Please, please step on me again…"
I stammered incoherently.
"Sorry, time's up,"
she said cruelly, turning to leave. I lunged forward.
She kicked me in the face, sending me crashing against the wall, and blood gushed from my nose.
My sister, hands on her hips, said coyly, "If you want me to step on you, then beg me." I prostrated myself at her feet,
pleading for her to trample me even more cruelly, "Please! Trample me,"
I said, bringing my mouth close to the tip of her shoe. My sister quickly lifted her foot and waved it over my head, "Time's up
, don't I need to say anything more?"
"Okay, okay, I'll add another 200." She just chuckled, kicked my hand away with one foot, and
started grinding her other boot on my head. Time passed second by second, and when the time was almost up, my sister suddenly
used one boot to press and grind my penis back and forth, saying, "A little tired, want to rest for a bit?"
I felt incredibly good at that moment, and I was like a maniac, wanting my sister to continue pressing. My sister took the opportunity to say she was tired and
asked for a service fee of 100. I agreed without thinking, but I didn't expect her to keep pressing
and grinding my penis on my head. A minute later, my sister repeated the same trick several times, sometimes pressing and rubbing my penis while collecting the service
fee. She collected another 500 yuan from me. On the sixth time, my sister looked at the remaining 100-yuan
bill on the table, then lifted her foot and said contemptuously, "Hey, you don't have enough money. That's enough for today." I said, "Please wait a moment," and
immediately stood up to get my little stash. But the strange sensation in my lower body betrayed me. I took out
all the money from my savings account, gave my sister 200 yuan, and continued kneeling and begging… She looked at the remaining money on the table,
her eyes turned cold, and she smiled sinisterly. She said she was too tired, 1000 yuan per minute, and asked if I would agree.
My remaining rationality told me that if I agreed, my sister would drain me dry. Perhaps she was born to be a teacher;
she saw everything I did. “Well? Have you thought it through?”
My sister crossed her legs, one foot dangling in the air as she asked me. “I, I… I!”
I said nervously.
“Was that licking enjoyable? Don’t you want it to feel even better?”
"I...I..."
I didn't know what to say.
"Do you think my boots are pretty?"
my sister suddenly asked.
Hearing her say that, I got excited. I stared at her boots for a while and then said, "Pretty!
Very pretty!"
My sister said, "What do you associate with my feet?"
I said, "I...I will..."
I was too nervous to speak.
My sister said, "Do you like looking at my boots?"
I said, "Yes." My sister said, "Is it just something you want to look at? Nothing more?"
I couldn't control myself anymore. I hurriedly handed over all the remaining money, saying, "All the money is yours
, let me kiss you as much as I want." Then I quickly picked up her boots and started licking them frantically. (
While I was kissing her right boot, she raised her left foot and placed it on my head, then stomped on it. I was instantly aroused, and I grabbed
her right boot and licked it wildly, first the sole, then the heel, licking even more vigorously, and finally the toe. I took
the whole boot into my mouth like a popsicle and started sucking on it. Her left foot kept
stomping and grinding on my head, finally placing it across my nose...) I could only
breathe through my mouth while licking her feet. After licking her right foot, I was about to lick her left when she stopped me, kicked
me to the ground, and told me to open my mouth as wide as possible. I obediently opened
my mouth wide, and she shoved her left foot into it, desperately trying to push it in. My lips felt like they were splitting open, it hurt terribly, and
tears welled up in my eyes. Seeing my tears, she took her foot out and told me to continue licking. I wiped
my tears and picked up her left foot again to lick. I licked for about 30 minutes. "Okay, okay, you've licked me until I'm
numb. Stop licking. Put your socks and shoes on, I have something to tell you."
My sister felt she should show all my subservience so that I would follow her even more faithfully in the future.
"Let me lick a little longer, sister's feet are so beautiful!"
I said, somewhat reluctantly.
"Hurry up and put on your socks and shoes. If I don't let you lick them, then don't lick them anymore, be good, listen to me!"
My sister was a little angry. I gently put on my sister's socks and shoes, and knelt there waiting for her command
.
"You're willing to be my **, right?"
my sister asked.
"Yes, I'm willing to be your **!"
I really treated the sister in front of me like my queen, speaking with utmost respect.
"Alright, since you've agreed to be my **, I'm going to stomp on you and make you ejaculate, but a high fee is
acceptable, right?"
My sister was testing me. Now I panicked, I didn't have a single penny left.
"Sister, I have no money, please don't charge me! I'll agree to anything else!"
"Hmph! You are my slave, you should obey my every command. You do whatever I tell you to do.
You are a person in front of others, but do you know what you are in front of me? You are my **, my dog!
Now, if you want to back out, it's not too late. If you want to break free from this relationship, I won't force
you!
" The clever sister knew she had firmly grasped my subservience and knew I wouldn't leave her
.
"Please don't do this, sister, don't be angry. It's all my fault for being disobedient. I'll do whatever you say, okay
? Please don't abandon me!"
Just as the sister expected, I couldn't resist my subservience, kowtowing and begging her.
"Haha, that's more like it. Now go check your drawer for any bankbooks or cash, hurry up!"
Watching me rummage through the drawers, my sister finally revealed a malicious smile. "I'll drain you dry today."
Under her insidious blackmail, I handed over 2000 yuan, only to have it stomped on by her heel.
That night, I lay in bed with her stockings in my mouth, thinking about what had happened that day, and slept soundly. Later, she came
more than ten times, and each time I sent my mother away. This beautiful tutor always let
me fully enjoy the pleasurable feeling of her bare feet, and left me with a total of five pairs of her worn stockings. Now I
've graduated, but I still can't forget her, can't forget the happiness she brought me.
2.
A month has passed since my older sister ripped me off last week. Mom asked about the money,
but I made up some excuse. Of course, in a moment of panic, the excuse that came out was, "My tutor sister had
an urgent need for money..."
Today is Sunday again, and I obediently knelt at the door waiting for my sister to continue tutoring me...
Around 2 pm, my sister unlocked the door, didn't even glance at me, and simply lifted
her leg over my head. Then she sat on the sofa, coldly looking at me. As I hesitated, the doorbell rang again
. My sister and I were both startled. I quickly stood up and opened the door. It was Mom. After entering the house, Mom
gave my sister a disdainful look. Then she said, "You had an urgent need for money last month?" My sister looked at me suspiciously but didn't say anything.
Mom then said, "It's okay to need money. We don't have much else, but we have plenty of money. Children don't understand. From now on ,
if you need money, just tell me, and I'll lend you some." "Yes." The implication was that she was resentful of her sister for tricking her into lending her money, and her face
showed a hint of disdain. Without waiting for her sister's reply, she pulled me aside and said, "You stay
home and study. I have a class reunion, so I'm leaving now. Oh, and keep this 30,000 yuan safe. It's
a deposit from a friend who used a middleman to buy a house… the one your grandmother owns…" Turning to the door, she said to us, "You two
study hard. I'm leaving." She gave my sister a cold look and pushed open the door.
After watching my mother leave, I immediately knelt before my sister. She simply sat on the sofa opposite me, crossed
her legs, and opened and closed her high heels, looking at me with mockery: "Oh, you're a rich young master
, aren't you? Why are you kneeling before me when your family is so wealthy?" I said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sister. I just
made up an excuse on the spot. I'm sorry," I mumbled, my tone betraying my unease despite kneeling.
It wasn't that I was being despicable, for no other reason than that I had been masturbating countless times last night using the stockings my sister had left behind.
To be honest, I wasn't getting excited anymore. My sister was taken aback when she heard
this, and after a brief hesitation, she smiled confidently and said, "Hehe, okay then." Hearing my sister's emotionless words, I subconsciously
thought of her wicked smile, and felt a strange sensation in my lower body.
When I looked up to see her expression, I didn't see her face, but rather her foot pressing down on my face like a mountain
, making it hard for me to breathe (because my face didn't move away). My tongue naturally stuck out
, and then her foot slid off my face from my tongue, leaving me with a taste like lightly salted water
.
Perhaps my sister knew I was coming today, because the stockings smelled incredibly fragrant, almost pungent, but
I actually enjoyed it. It was a scent unlike the other stockings she had left behind. Her tactic
was effective; my eyes blazed with desire, my face flushed crimson, and my erection began to grow longer and thicker.
My sister saw my embarrassing state.
Seeing she had achieved her goal, she said, "Get up, go study." I pleaded, "No, sister,
please, let me kneel, please, please. Oh, I'll give you money, just let me kneel."
I was practically incoherent.
3.
My sister sneered: "Give me money? Forget it, I've already drained you dry, save it." "
I have money, I have money, I'll give you 50 yuan. Let me kneel before you, please." "I say, you're
really shameless. You give me money and you want me to kneel before you? Fine, 100 yuan, I'll agree." "Okay, okay,"
the tingling in my lower body and the heat throughout my body had completely shattered my reason. I crawled almost like a dog
to where my mother had left the down payment for the house. Without thinking, I grabbed a handful and crawled out,
kneeling before my sister again, my head bowed. Holding the money high with both hands, I waited respectfully for my sister's action.
My earlier smugness was gone. My sister put the money away and then mocked, "You slut, here's the money. I
'll take it. And you, you can just kneel there." "No, no, sister, I... I want to lick the soles of your shoes."
"You want to lick the soles of my shoes? You're not qualified." Hearing these extremely insulting words, my lower body
was already rock hard. "Please, please, I'll give you the money, please allow me to lick the soles of your shoes." "5..."
"0 yuan, just one lick," my sister said promptly. After all, she had been waiting for me to say that for a long time. "Okay, okay," I
replied. I pulled a bill from my pocket and handed it to her. Because I moved so fast, a lot of money came out with it. My sister
glanced at it coldly, then looked at my bulging pockets and thought: It's time to step up my game. Even if your family
has millions, I'll slowly squeeze you dry, drain you clean. "You slut, how many licks? How much do you owe?"
my sister sneered. "10. Ten licks. This, this is 500,"
I said timidly. My sister stepped on my head with her left foot, took the money, and then mocked, "Haha, you slut,
you licked the sole of my shoe and you're paying me? Do you really think that will satisfy you?"
"Yes, yes, I love it when you treat me like this. You step on my head with your feet, and I use my tongue as a
shoe brush for you—a shoe sole brush, of course. The more you humiliate me like this, the more satisfied I am." As I said this,
my tongue was already numb and very dry. After listening, my sister looked at her left foot, then at me, and sneered
, "This is considered an insult? I've thought of an even more humiliating way. What are you going to do about it?" Hearing this, my eyes
lit up. As expected of my sister, she's quick-witted. "Then, then tell me, I'll do whatever you say." "Well... it depends on
your performance."
My sister crossed her legs, pointed her shoe, and swayed it from side to side. As my sister's shoe swayed from side to side,
my eyes followed, and I said dizzily, "I, I'll give you money. Please, please use an even more humiliating
method." As I said this, I lowered my head, and then, with a heavy heart, began to kowtow to my sister. When I had kowtowed about 10 times
, my sister coldly said, "Take off all your clothes, including your underwear."
＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ (Taking off clothes) After I finished, my sister looked at me in surprise and said, "Tsk,
tsk, I didn't expect you to be so small, but your...things are quite big." "Sister, you don't know, I used to train my
penis. I would press it down with my hand when I was about to ejaculate, and I practiced it back and forth for a long time to get it to this size," I
said proudly. "Hmph, hmph, we're on the same page," my sister thought maliciously. "You slut. Now use your most prized
possession to clean the bottom part of my body." Hmm? I was stunned, feeling a bit confused by what she said.
Then, my sister stepped on my head with her left foot. "You're really stupid. Use your glans to
'wipe' the soles of my shoes clean."
I was dumbfounded. Using my most sensitive spot to wipe her shoes, I immediately felt excited. "Okay, okay," she said.
"Don't rush,"
my sister said, seeing she had achieved her goal, and tempted me, "How much?"
"Whatever you say, whatever you say, 100 per shoe."
Without waiting for her reply, I lay down on my back at her feet, then quickly wriggled my body to align my penis with the sole
of her shoe. To be able to wipe her shoes while enjoying her smile, my body was now at a 90-
degree angle to her. That is, if she spread her legs and stepped on me, her left foot could step on my face, and her right foot on my penis.
My sister's left foot landed on my face, and using it as a weight, she leaned forward slightly.
Her right foot, clad in a high heel, lifted my penis and then stomped on it, slowly grinding it. She sneered
, "100? You slut, do you know how much a pair of my shoes costs? Hmm?"
My head was being pressed against the cold sole of her shoe, and my penis was being tortured by her. I
went crazy again. "200. 200." "200?"
My sister gradually increased the pressure on her right foot. "You slut, do you think you can get rid of me with this little bit of money? Let me tell you the truth, I
bought a pair of shoes for 500 each. You decide what to do with it." After saying that, my sister felt that the temptation was not enough.
She stomped her right heel directly on the sponge and then stomped down hard. "Ah. Ah, 500, 500, whatever you say.
" Seeing that I had given in, my sister immediately demanded a huge sum: "500 yuan, you bastard... um... 2
"Just a minute," I said, then my sister seemed to hesitate. "No problem, no problem," I said urgently. "Give it to me, give it to me! "
Before she could answer, I lifted her right foot with my right hand and grabbed my penis with my left, intending to rub the sole
of her shoe. Just as I slowly reached towards the sole, her right foot slammed down on my thigh with a "smack."
"Pay first, then service. Don't forget the rules, you cheapskate." "Yes, yes,"
I immediately pulled out a wad of cash and put it on the sofa. Then I lifted her right foot with both hands and placed it on her left leg,
making her legs cross. Then I held my penis and slowly rubbed the head towards the sole of her shoe. In
that instant, I felt like I was electrocuted. The first sensation my penis gave my brain was numbness and itchiness, followed
by a burning sensation all over my body.
"Sister, I... I want to lick your feet while I wipe them." "You slut, don't push your luck! You want to lick my
feet? You're not worthy. Your ancestors did eight lifetimes of good deeds, only good enough to smell my stockings!" Hearing this, my head
exploded. "Yes, yes, your feet are the most sacred. I... I only deserve to kneel at your feet and hope
to lick your stockings... oh, no, smell your stockings." "Smell and lick, is that it? Then I'll grant your wish." Saying this,
my sister pulled down both stockings, one toe covering my nose, and the other top over my
head (a pose inspired by a bank robber). Because my sister's legs were very thin, the two stockings were firmly secured to my
head. The stockings over my head were still quite long, so my sister simply stuffed them into my mouth. After doing all this, my sister
smiled sinisterly and said, "These stockings aren't cheap. How about this, I'll charge you 100, 2 for both."
"00, it'll be deducted from your money just now." "Ugh, ugh, ugh," I said. At this moment, my nose: my breath
was filled with the scent of my sister's stockings, fragrant, very fragrant, with the smell of leather. I took a deep breath,
inhaling it all into my lungs, my mouth: constantly sucking on the salty taste of my sister's stockings, and swallowing it all down my stomach. My penis:
hard and erect, trying hard to wipe every inch of my sister's noble soles. It felt numb... it was itchy, my right
hand touched my sister's shoes, desperately moving downwards. Pulling, wanting her shoe sole to be closer to my penis, I gripped my penis with my left hand
, gradually increasing the pressure, swaying it from side to side, rubbing the glans against my sister's shoe sole. The feeling was increasingly tingling and itchy, accompanied by
a similar orgasm. I tried to masturbate, but after a while, I realized that because of my masturbation, only
the glans was in close contact with the sole, and the tingling sensation, similar to when the glans rubbed against her wrinkled shoe sole,
had slightly decreased. So I started to hold the glans in place and keep rubbing my sister's... The sole of the shoe, but even so, I still
couldn't ejaculate. I was really desperate. "Sister, sister, help me, please!"
My sister coldly watched me wriggling at her feet, then looked at the money in her hand, and then thoughtfully glanced at
my bulging pockets. She didn't say anything. "Please," I frantically pulled out all the money from my pockets, "sister,
please let me wipe and ejaculate at the same time, let my most precious thing clean the sole of my most esteemed shoe." "Look at
this..." Judging by the speed at which that slut pulled out her money, she probably still had some left. Then, a thought struck her: "That slut's mother seemed
to have left quite a bit when she left. Hmph, no matter how rich or high-minded you are, your precious son is still
begging to lick my shoes like a spendthrift, isn't he?"
Thinking of this, and recalling the proud smile on her face when she said my penis was very long and big, a cold glint appeared in her eyes. "Hmph
, you little slut, if I don't squeeze every last penny out of you today, you'll be suffocating, hahahaha!" And with that…
4.
Looking at me groveling at her feet like a dog, my sister knew she was completely under her control.
Thinking it over, she wasn't in a hurry. She counted the money she'd received: "**Previously 600,** now 500 for one
, 1000 for two, plus 200 for smelling the stockings." A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she thought wickedly, "**She's been licking for about
10 minutes now, so that's a total of 6200." While my sister was scheming against me, I was still desperately
calling out to her, begging for her help. Then she smiled: "Tell me you want my help? The fee will be very
high." With that, she subtly lifted the sole of her shoe, which was intimately in contact with my glans. This slight lift was all it took;
I felt the pressure and tingling sensation gradually disappearing from my glans, and I couldn't control myself…
"No problem, no problem, the money's all here... Hurry, hurry, I can't take it anymore!" "Seeing you begging me like this,
fine, the fee is the same as last time." "1000 per minute," my sister said viciously. "Okay, okay,
please hurry, I can't take it anymore." As I spoke, my sister took out a rope from her bag, and
then, with my cooperation, tied my hands behind my back. Because my hands were tied behind my back, my current position
looked like a small hill with a small tree stuck on top, except the small tree was my penis. "You slut.
Say it from the front, where's your money? Enough for you to enjoy yourself for a few more minutes?" "Okay, don't blame me for not warning you," she said, then with her
left hand pulled down my foreskin and squeezed hard, exposing only half of my glans. Because
she hadn't used much force when wiping the sole of her shoe, the glans was just a dark mess, with the urethral opening clearly visible. She
picked up her high heel with her right hand, looked at the tread pattern, and grinned wickedly: "Now we begin." Without
waiting for me to speak, she aligned the tread pattern of the shoe with my urethral opening, placed the
toe of the shoe on my glans, and lifted it up from both sides while holding the shoe with her right hand, applying slight pressure before shoving it forward forcefully…
With a "buzz," I felt my head explode from my sister's push and shove. It hurt, no,
but there was some pain, yet the intense pleasure that followed immediately filled my brain. I instinctively took
a deep breath, and the smells of sweat, feet, and leather assaulted my nostrils. I reflexively swallowed, the
salty taste of my sister's stockings being swallowed directly. But that wasn't all;
the sole of her shoe, which had been pushed, was pulled back with even more force (like sawing wood, imagine it yourself).
"Oh. Oh. Oh..." Pleasure... endless pleasure. Pushing forward caused a slight pain and a slight itch,
but my penis still involuntarily surged forward because the pleasure from my penis and mind had overshadowed the pain. Pain,
itch, and pleasure filled my nerves. When pulled back, the pain and itch completely reversed. "Sister,
sister, I can't take it anymore, please, I'll do whatever you want." "Haha, you slut, how can you not be like this?"
"Alright?"
My sister continued to insult me, still pushing and pulling me. "Yes, yes..." Before I could finish,
my phone rang with its ringtone: "Who's being lewd? You're the lewd one!" My sister glanced at me,
still outwardly a tutor. Since I was tied up, even if she released me now, I wouldn't agree.
My sister had to get the phone for me. The caller ID showed it was my mother. My sister hesitated, glanced at
me on the ground, and thought contemptuously, "If this slut answers, she might give herself away." After considering
for a moment, she raised her left foot and stepped on my nose, saying, "Slut, it's your mother calling. Don't say a word."
"Ugh...ugh," I mumbled. "Hello Auntie, he's in the bathroom. He asked me to answer the phone for him. What can I
do for you? I'll pass it on." "Okay, here's a phone number: 139xxxxxxxxxxx,
and this card number: 60000000xxxxxxx. Tell him he's going to handle the transfer of ownership tomorrow, and
the rent should be deposited into that card. It's a card I specifically applied for for him." The phone call ended... My sister was stunned for a few minutes. This
…
this phone number seems to be ours. It suddenly dawned on me—the house I wanted to buy belonged to this slut's family.
"Ugh, ugh," my untimely whimpering interrupted my sister's train of thought. "Slut, I'm asking you, does your family own
a house at XXX Street, XXX number?"
"Ugh, ugh," my sister thought, looking at the card number and phone number she had written down. Then she
coldly glanced at me at her feet, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt and disdain. "Stay put,"
my sister said coldly, turning and running into the kitchen. While I was still wondering what was going on, I saw her come
out with a cutting board (a kitchen utensil used for making dumplings and dough), followed by two small stools. "Want to shoot?"
"Yes, yes. Oh, right, money. There's still money in the house, over 20,000."
"Just as I expected, it's the deposit for my place." My sister placed two small stools on either side of me. Because
the stools were wide, one side just covered my mouth, while the other covered my navel. Then,
to my bewilderment, she slowly stepped onto one. She rubbed her heel against my penis repeatedly, and
when it was curved, she stomped on the head of my penis with one shoe,
grinding it hard. "Ah! Ah!" "What are you yelling for, you slut? Aren't you enjoying this?"
"Yes, yes, keep going, keep going, sister, keep going, harder, harder!" "Hmph, you slut,
are you satisfied with this service?"
"Satisfied, satisfied." "Want more?"
"I want it, I want it,"
he looked up at his sister's wicked smile, and his perverted fetish was immediately triggered—the one mentioned earlier
, the liking to be humiliated by wicked beauties, to have his penis stomped on and drained of money, to be drained wildly, to be drained to the extreme. The words involuntarily
spilled out, "Money, money, it's all yours, please don't stop, keep crushing it, crush it!" He was beyond madness
. "Hehe, the deposit's in hand, hmph, what a cheapskate. Why not take this opportunity to get the house?"
His sister was startled by her own thoughts. "Will this cheapskate give in?"
"Sister, hurry, hurry, keep going, I've given you all my money, please don't stop, as long as you don't stop, I
'll give you anything." "Ahahaha, my words sound like heavenly music to your ears, sister." "
Give you anything?"
"Anything, anything, anything is fine." Looking at me, already ecstatic, my sister's lips curled into a
wider smile. She sneered, "You're really shameless, you slut. Tutoring time is coming up. As usual
, I'll make you ejaculate, but it'll cost a fortune." "Okay, okay, it's all yours, all yours." Although
I had no cash left, I still blurted out instinctively. My sister didn't question the veracity of her words. She simply
placed her right heel on my erect penis, firmly holding it in place. It felt stable, so
she placed her left heel on top, her legs forming a V-shape... Standing in a T-stance, she said, "You slut. I heard you
own a house on XX Street? I bought that house, you know?" "Ah, it's you?"
A cold feeling washed over me. I realized something. "Sister, that house is..."
Seeing my hesitation and gradual return to calm, my sister didn't hesitate any longer. She shifted her weight onto her left
heel, stomping down hard, while her right heel pressed lightly against my genitals. "Slut, what kind of
attitude is this? Stay where you are. You're nothing but my dog."
My sister's intuition told her that the more she abused me, the more she could extract from me. As for cash,
a few tens of thousands was nothing to her. For my family's circumstances, it was negligible, but a house was a huge deal.
Seeing the struggle on my face, my sister pressed her right heel against my genitals again, and began to relentlessly stomp on my genitals with her left foot,
saying, "You slut, your mother told me to tell you...xxxxxx, you decide what to do." As she spoke, she
gradually increased the pressure of her feet. At this moment, I was even more conflicted. If I did what my sister said, then there would be no problem. The money would be mine, and
I could spend it however I wanted. But...
my sister's face gradually turned cold, and she seemed to have lost her last bit of patience. She used the balls of her feet as
the point of force for both shoes, and the heels began to pound away relentlessly. She stomped on my genitals, her left heel slamming down heavily on my penis, her right heel
lifting slightly. Then, she slammed her right heel down again, lifting her left slightly. This continued for less than a minute
before her heels suddenly increased in frequency, faster and faster, as she stomped wildly while laughing cruelly
, "You filthy dog, you know, the first time I saw you, I knew you were born a dog, and the most
filthy kind at that, filthy dog? 'Filthy!' 'Dog!'"
With each "filthy dog," I felt as if my soul was being trampled under her feet. Suddenly, I felt
a strange longing, a desire to truly become a dog. "Will you hand it over, you filthy thing!"
"I'll hand it over, I'll hand it over, the house, it's yours, I'll hand it over." The words were spoken, followed by ejaculation...
5.
"Ding-dong, Dad, I'm home."
(The sound of the older sister knocking when she returned home) "Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong." (Is no one home? The older sister's mind races. (Sound of searching for keys) "Squeak" (Sound of the door opening) "Ah..."
Two hours later, the older sister screamed in surprise. Alone in the police station lobby, she wiped away her tears and slowly walked...
Leaving the police station, the officer's unquestionable voice echoed in my mind, "Your father's death was a homicide, and the suspect later
committed suicide out of fear of punishment. Case closed." (I don't quite understand the terminology, please bear with me.) Tears blurred my vision. My left hand slowly
took out the suicide note, written to me by my mother whom I had never met. My right hand held
the iron box that my father had locked for 18 years, and gently opened it. "So...that's how it is!"
Time rewound to 4 hours earlier. "You slut, this is the last time," a woman laughed like a madwoman
. "Okay, okay,"
my sister's father shouted frantically. I saw my mother place a wooden box upside down on his genitals,
guiding his penis out through a pre-prepared opening. Then, one high heel stepped on the glans, and the other high heel
stabbed down hard, stomping heavily on the corpus cavernosum. 8cm Wearing heels that were only 4cm high,
the woman's eyes bulged out, and her father moaned incessantly, "Ugh...good...good. Ugh...so good...
ugh..." "Feels good, doesn't it? Let's end it like this. In the next life, we'll be husband and wife again. In the next life, we'll never
be apart," the mother murmured to herself. Then, she stepped off the wooden platform, pulled a fruit knife from her bag, and walked towards him. As
the pressure on his penis suddenly released, his semen gushed out like it was free. "Good, it's been so long since I've felt this good." "You,
what are you going to do?" "Why...why did you develop this...this...addictive habit? Do you know 　　how much I've sacrificed
for our future? My poor daughter, whom I've never even met...so be it, we'll meet again in the next life." With that 　　, a flash of cold light appeared, and a knife plunged into her lung. The sister's father died without uttering another word. The woman looked at him peacefully. 　　"In the next life, we'll meet again." *Thud 　　* 　　＊＊＊＊（The Evil Dividing Line） My sister used to have a very warm home. Her father and mother were very 　　loving. When my sister was born, her father contracted a serious illness. Although it wasn't fatal, he needed lifelong medication. Coincidentally, her mother's 　　former suitor, still harboring ill intentions, took advantage of the situation to steal her away with money. Her father never recovered. If it 　　weren't for her mother's frequent visits home, perhaps… But with the birth of her mother's other child, with that man's 　　suspicions, and with her father's hidden desires… the ending was tragic… 　　My sister calmly finished reading the letter… unlocking her father's 18-year-old secret: "18 years, 　　18 years without a mother's love, while you… have the protection of your parents, the pride of being the center of attention, the heir to a vast fortune. 　　" "Your mother… is also my mother, my mother." 　　6. Recruiting Troops 　　"Boom!" (Rain sound) Yellowstone Street, Dirty Boots Bookstore… 　　My sister, dragging her tired body, pushed open the door and entered. "Welcome," my sister said. "Is Nana here?" 　　"Over there," waitress A replied politely. "Thank you." Just as she was about to walk over, she overheard the waitresses whispering to each other 　　. Waitress A: "How many is this today?" 　　Waitress B: "The fifth one, I think. Our boss Nana is amazing." Waitress A: "Yeah, 　　books that can't be sold are snapped up by the boss for 300 yuan each. She's really impressive." The head waitress said, "You 　　guys, stop talking, making a fuss." The older sister looked over with puzzled questions and saw the 　　female boss, whom she called Nana (around 20 years old), handing a book to a man with apologetic expressions. The man 　　grabbed the book in a panic, quickly ran to the cashier to pay, and then, ignoring the heavy rain outside, drove away quickly. 　　"Nana!" "Xiaoyu" (a name she made up) "What just happened?" 　　the older sister asked suspiciously. "Just a dog, hmph, all cheap bastards," Nana said viciously 　　. 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　She didn't like pornography, but she had a particular fondness for toying with women. 　　After toying with several submissives online, she borrowed some money and opened a bookstore. The bookstore's name has a story behind it. 　　The owner who sublet the storefront liked to lick the dirty soles of beautiful women's shoes. He used this as a condition to beg Nana, 　　but Nana didn't agree. The owner was afraid Nana would run away, so he sublet the store to keep her. At the time, he thought, "As long as I 　　'm your boss, I have a chance." After this incident, Nana considered it carefully and decided that since there were so many submissives around her, she might as well 　　give the name something different. That's the origin of the name. (Later, the unlucky owner was so sucked by Nana that he only 　　rented the store for 12 yuan a year, plus an extra 200 grams of mud from Nana's boot soles every month.) 　　********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Then her expression hardened, and she thought, "Let's get started." "This book, hmm, it's here." "Okay," 　　Nana muttered to herself. At this moment, even without looking at the m, Nana knew that the m was completely covered in mud from her boots.

Attracted by his slightly heavy breathing, Nana grew even more contemptuous. "Just a lowly dog, hmph." Then
, Nana picked up another book and, seemingly deliberately, dropped it to the ground. As the book hit the ground,
Nana coughed a few times in pain to cover it up. Then, in front of M, Nana stood on tiptoe, letting
M see the heel of her boot from behind. The mud on the heel had dried slightly, turning a pale yellow.
Nana already felt M's gaze and sneered inwardly. Then, she shifted her weight to her left foot, her right
foot slightly off the ground. She leaned to the left, swinging her right foot outward, the toe of her boot pointing to
the ground at its widest angle, thus exposing the entire sole of her boot to M without reservation. M saw the remaining
mud on the sole of her right boot slowly slide off, but instead of the expected dripping sound, it landed precisely
on the cover of the book that had just fallen. After the book was placed down, the shift in weight caused Nana's right boot to land firmly on the book's cover.
Mud and grime were squeezed out from the sole of the boot. M's eyes were fixed on the sole of Nana's boot.
As soon as the boot touched the book, Nana turned her face, looking down at the unfortunate M. She happened to see him put
his right hand into his right trouser pocket. His breathing became heavier and heavier. "Strike while the iron is hot. You dare
to do this in my shop? Besides, how am I supposed to make money if you're having fun?"
Nana thought maliciously.
"Sir, sir," Nana said softly. "Oh? Ah, hello, is there something you need?" The man glanced up and then
lowered his head, answering timidly. Nana's right boot accidentally rubbed against the book, and then she said with feigned surprise, "Oh no,
I stepped on the book! Oh no, who would buy it if it's so dirty? I'm out of luck this time. Oh well, let me clean it first." As she spoke
, she was about to take it away when the man hurriedly said, "No, no,
sir, is there something you need?"
"No, uh, I want to buy, I want to buy this book. I've been looking for it for a long time." "But the book is very dirty. Shall I clean it for you
?"
"No, no, I want this one."
"Okay, let me see how much it costs. Hmm, this book is out of print. The price is around 300. Are you sure you want it?"
Although it was said to be out of print, there were obviously 5 or 6 more copies on the shelf, but the man didn't dare to continue arguing. He thought to himself: I
don't want the book, I want the dirt on it. After thinking that, he didn't waste any more words, paid, and left.
**********
...

"Plans? What plans could I possibly have? I'm financially secure now, but I have no family
left. Sigh." "Don't you want revenge?"
"Revenge?"
"Yes, revenge. Revenge on everyone who hurt you." The older sister fell into deep thought. Nana didn't disturb her
, nor was she in a hurry. She silently waited, sipping her coffee. After 15 minutes, a confident look returned to her sister's eyes.
She nodded heavily at Nana. "Okay, that's it. I'll help you with revenge. Anyway
, I'm all alone. I'm tired of playing with the same old dogs these days; a change of pace is good." "I…"
"Wait, don't interrupt my train of thought," Nana took a sip of coffee and continued, "If we're going to get revenge, we need a starting
point. Obviously, your ***, well, let's call him *** for now, he's a starting point, and..."
As she spoke, Nana smiled at her sister. This smile was significant; the right corner of her mouth was slightly crooked, and her eyebrows naturally
raised. Her sister smiled back. If you had to compare their wicked expressions, they were
like mirror images, incredibly alike. "So, let's take care of Uncle's funeral arrangements first." "Okay." Five days later, at
XX Cemetery, Section A, Nana helped her sister to the tombstone. It read "Tomb of Father XXX," but Mother's section
was still tightly sealed with plastic. It wasn't that her sister didn't want to... but rather that she felt it didn't deserve it. "Dad,
rest in peace. I will get my revenge. I will make them pay the price."
**********
...

"
xxx
...

"I can still satisfy your needs," my father whispered to me. "Try your best. I hope 　　to 　　see 　　a 　　different
you when 　　I come 　　back. 　　"
**************** 　　... " I'm an expert. Just look at my shop, you'll know. That old 　　dog initially wanted 3,000 yuan in rent, but in the end, he still knelt at my feet, waiting to be eaten alive. Now, guess 　　how much the rent is?" 　　Sister: "I think I heard you say the other day that old dog was renting it to you for 1 yuan a month?" 　　Nana: "Haha, that's in the past. The other night I really sucked him dry. Now he rents my 　　shop, I run it, and he even returns 3,000 yuan to me every month." Hearing Nana's words, the sister's eyes 　　lit up. "Great, before it's even the weekend, let's work things out properly. I'm going to slowly devour him, drain 　　him dry."

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