[A Beautiful Young Woman's 10-Year History of Sadomasochistic Depravity] (Complete) Author: Unknown

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Summer arrived, and by chance, I met her and began our relationship.
Her name was Lily, she was 31 years old, with a well-proportioned figure and fair skin.
My understanding of her over the past 10 years, from when she was 21 to now, kept me up at night, driving me to a frenzy of infatuation, unable to control myself.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman, a gift from God to men, incredibly alluring yet capable of turning them into
masochists.
On the same street, I always saw her barefoot, wearing high-heeled sandals. Her legs and feet were
fair and full, voluptuous and powerful, with beautiful curves comparable to the legs of Western women,
a stark contrast to the delicate, slender legs and small feet of typical Chinese women. Her
toes were incredibly sexy, without nail polish, yet the nails were fair and shiny. Her entire foot was strong and voluptuous.
She exuded femininity; her mature beauty and physical allure far surpassed that of a young girl.
When interacting with men, her conversation, her charming, confident, and seductive expression were breathtaking.
When she walked on the street, I would follow closely behind, sometimes to her side or in front,
sometimes turning around to face her from behind, my eyes unable to leave her beautiful feet.
Wherever she went, I followed. I learned to wait; at night, I even followed her to her residence,
arriving early the next morning to wait for her to emerge.
She seemed to enjoy walking; the way her feet swayed and her toes pressed together as she walked made me lose control.
Her heels were about 12 centimeters high, size 38. The high heels had two narrow straps at the front and
one strap in front of the ankle. Her full feet seemed about to burst out of the heels. Her toes weren't very long, but they were neatly and evenly squeezed in
front of the two straps, with a 1-centimeter gap between the toes and the front edge of the high-heeled sandals, perhaps unable to push any further forward. Her
fleshy arches were at a large angle inside the high heels, pressing downwards, and her toes constantly twisted as she walked. When walking quickly,
her five toes were squeezed slightly apart inside the shoes, making them even more sensual, with the gaps between them faintly visible. Upon closer inspection, each toe was
so fleshy and beautiful. Her little toe was often squeezed so much that half of it twisted out of the shoe, making it slightly white.
Her heels were high behind, extending beyond the edge of the shoe by 1 centimeter. Her feet were about 1.5 cm high, turning red and white as she walked
, the heels swaying slightly from side to side when bearing weight. A few faint wrinkles were visible on the back of her ankles,
a flawless, mature beauty. Sometimes she wore high heels with only two narrow straps at the front, the shoes no longer restraining
her feet, making her walk slower. Her heels and shoes slapped together rhythmically, making a "slap,
slap"
sound. I could see her alluring soles; they were so sexy, with beautiful curves, the flesh of her feet white and
elastic. I could even see the part where the arch of her foot met the base of her toes,
slightly whitened from being stepped on. It ignited my desire; I really wanted to pounce on her and bite her captivating soles.
That day, her high-heeled sandals were so provocative, so revealing, with only a thin strap. As she walked, her feet flipped over
, clearly visible. She relaxed, twisting her ankles, her white soles a dynamic allure. I didn't care
what others thought; I stared intently at her beautiful, moving feet. One hand was in my pocket, discreetly rubbing my
erect penis, quickly reaching climax. In the instant of ejaculation, my eyes were only about three meters from her jade-like feet
. As I finished, I noticed she was looking at me sideways.
That glance made me utterly ashamed.
She liked walking like this in public; she was used to the burning gazes men cast at her. She must have
felt the greedy stares men gave her for her feet.
At that moment, her expression was unlike anything seen on a typical woman's face. It was as if she understood men's desires for her all too well.
Her expression was alluring, confident, smiling, satisfied, and something else entirely.
I understand now. It's a desire for contempt, coldness, and domination over men, even
a side of condescension and cruel sadism.
Men can't help but stare at her walking feet; some even masturbate while watching. She, with that
alluring expression, glances directly at or back at the man staring at her. The man's eyes are glued to her feet
, forcing himself to meet her gaze. She, however, confidently smiles and turns away, continuing to walk. At this moment, she even more
seductively sways her body and feet, as if saying, "I'm making you men drool."
This eye contact is something men will never forget; that woman's expression at that moment can plunge them into boundless fantasies
, making them unable to resist.
She often walks with a female companion, chatting and laughing. I think she's particularly talkative.
She loved watching the greedy gazes of men fixed on her feet. She
would glance back at a man's eyes, a fleeting look, sometimes meeting his gaze briefly before returning to her companions' laughter
. It wasn't a loud laugh, but a captivating one.
What were they talking about? I really wanted to know; their words probably drove men even more mad.
She was a rare beauty, created by God to drive men to madness, to cause unrequited love, to drive them to the brink of madness.
But she wasn't perfect: her breasts weren't large, and she couldn't bear children.
Yet, her libido was high, and the curves and voluptuousness of her waist were incredibly alluring.
As she crossed pedestrian bridges and underpasses, men jostled behind her, their eyes level with her raised heels
, watching her white, jade-like feet move with each step, her sexy soles so close, coupled with the swaying of her waist and hips
—it was enough to make any man ejaculate.
Later I learned that she had a husband who pampered her, spending money on her food and clothing. She was so voluptuous, yet she
flaunted herself so provocatively, seducing men! I followed her about ten times, and I've lost even more weight in the process
.
She finally remembered me. She knew I was pursuing her. After I treated her to a few meals, she confronted me:
"You're not right for me. Although you're a CEO, financially well-off, and have plenty of time, and I know you must really like
me, I don't love you."
I said, "Just let me love you."
Lily smiled charmingly and said, "Many men say that, but you can't handle me. Looking at you, so thin and single, if
you pursue me and try to satisfy me, you'll be overwhelmed. Of course, if you insist on pursuing me, I won't refuse."
"Hehe! But I see you're quick-witted, imaginative, and talkative. How about we chat sometime, so
you can learn about my history, my life, and my man? If you still insist on pursuing me then, you'll
know what I like and how to win me over. Okay?"
I agreed.
One noon, I drove her out for Western food, and she accepted.
From noon until evening, we talked a lot, but she did 95% of the talking; I was completely mesmerized! I remember the first thing she
said to me that day was, "I know you're obsessed with my feet. I teach dance, and I only know that
my legs, toes, and arches are strong, but I think my feet are quite big. All that talk about
how sexy my toes, soles, and heels are is just what you men say. Actually, my feet have always been pampered by men's lips and tongues.
They suck, lick, and nibble on my feet so wildly; men even tremble with excitement. Of course, there's another
part of my body that men are equally fascinated by; you'll find out later. Men are so funny!"
She took a bite of food, then, as if remembering something, laughed and covered her eyes with the back of her hand, saying, "I remember
one year, two of my boyfriends went to the hospital for checkups, and the doctors were amazed to find
bacteria from my feet in their mouths. They were completely baffled; this doctor was so out of touch… Looks like you can explain it to that doctor now
… Haha…"
I was stunned by this bluntness, and as a man, I lowered my head deeply.
A strange physical and chemical change was taking place within me.
What followed seemed to transport me to a dreamlike, infinitely exciting world.
Finally, she lent me her cassette
tape called "Live Photo Album" to listen to. I've transcribed the tape and her narration, and I'm sharing it with you now.
The following is her first-person account: When I was 21 and in university, I was already a
graceful young woman, 165 cm tall and weighing 55 kg.
I had a privileged upbringing and matured early; at 17, I was sexually assaulted by a thug.
In my memory, my mother remarried seven or eight times. Over the years, I saw several men's faces
embracing and kissing my mother.
I rarely saw my mother after I turned 15.
In university, I loved dancing and had a naturally good figure for it.
Actually, my face wasn't considered particularly beautiful, but the boys said I was alluring, captivating, and had a certain charm, saying I could
play a femme fatale.
Many boys pursued me. I felt very gentle then; boys would pick me up, kiss me, grab me, even
nibble on me. I knew they liked me, loved me madly, wanted to hold me in their mouths, and were afraid of losing me.
My boyfriend even carried me around campus, taking me to secluded spots to kiss me—on my face, shoulders, back, arms
, thighs, calves, even my heels and toes. I felt wonderful. I gently and happily accepted his
passionate kisses and sucking, completely absorbed in the experience.
When he kissed my feet with his warm lips, even licking my toes, I was a little surprised
but didn't refuse. Instead, I gently stroked his hair, knowing he was caressing me, and I
loved that feeling.
Although I felt my feet were a bit big, wearing size 38 shoes, I was confident they were still fair and shapely! I
couldn't resist wearing high heels, slipping barefoot into high-heeled sandals—it felt amazing. I even preferred those exaggeratedly
revealing high-heeled sandals with only a thin strap; I know I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak.
I remember once asking my boyfriend, "Why are you still kissing and nibbling my feet?"
He said, "Lily, your feet are fair with a rosy blush, and the beautiful curves of your soles are so sensual."
I said, "What do you mean sensual? Don't tell me you want to eat them like meat; I still need to walk!" Meanwhile
, several other boys were pursuing me, buying me food, but I could only be intimate with my boyfriend like this
, otherwise wouldn't I be two-timing him? But my boyfriend would always carry me around school like a pervert
, even kissing my legs as we walked. A few times we even ran into those boys. I looked at them seductively
, after all, they liked me! But I could tell from their eyes that they were upset. Yet, in
front of these boys, I still clung to my boyfriend's neck, accepting his hugs and kisses. I couldn't resist
the feeling of being loved by a man; I felt so happy. I almost forgot, my boyfriend's name is Xiao Jian. We probably
met at the end of our junior year. He always took me to every corner of campus, to movies, and shopping malls. He especially loved
taking me to the water's edge, and every time we played there, it would end with him showering me with long, passionate
kisses. Before him, I'd had a few boyfriends, but he was the first man to kiss every part of my body so passionately
, licking and caressing my feet. Every night when I went back to my dorm, my feet were wet as
I stepped into my high heels, but I still felt so warm and cozy. I remember one day he said to me, "Lily, I'm jealous of
your high heels. I love you so much I'm going crazy. I want to be the heel under your foot,
supporting you every day as you walk, protecting you. And where my lips meet your heel is my lips." "You're
so naughty! Your lips just kissed me, and now you want to be my heel forever, kissing my heel forever?"
"I want to hold your feet with my lips every moment, and hold your shoes when you're not wearing shoes."
"Xiao Jian, do you mean you're my heel, and my heel is always stepping on your lips? Then
you can't kiss me anywhere else! Anyway, with you always supporting me and kissing me, I feel
safe, and I'll be very happy."
He hugged me tightly.
Actually, I felt incredibly sweet inside.
My feet are from walking and dancing every day, sweaty and smelly, the part I care about the least. This boy wanted to
use his most precious lips to care for them, and I felt an indescribable pleasure.
Being a girl is so great! Many girls on campus walk barefoot in high heels, and boys always stare at them.
So that's how much they like it! My impulse came. I really wanted to tell him to come and kiss my toes
, but I was too shy to say it. I wanted to tease him, so I pretended to be angry and said, "Then you become my..."
" If you put your shoes on my heels, who will kiss me anywhere else? Then I'll step on your mouth and kiss other boys, let's see
what you do then!"
His face turned bright red, and he couldn't speak. He finally managed to choke out in my ear, "I love you, please don't
leave me!"
I coaxed him, "I'll put your mouth on my mouth one minute, on
my heels the next, between my toes the next, between my... my legs the next, are you not angry now?"
I lowered my head in embarrassment.
He hugged my waist and cried.
Xiao Jian had only been pursuing me for twenty days, and this is how it is.
Things develop so quickly with boys.
My boyfriend pursued me so aggressively, hugging and kissing me in front of everyone. Actually, I was shy, but I liked it
. Other men looked anxious and jealous, and other girls would laugh and say I was really wild.
We stood there like that, and I got a little tired, so we went into the garden. I lay down on the long stone steps,
took off my high heels and put them on the ground, stretched, and put my feet off the steps.
Xiao Jian squatted beside me, watching me intently, his eyes fixed on my calves and feet so close to his.
He kept saying how beautiful and sexy my feet were, first kissing my calf, then my heel.
I held onto the stone edge above my head with both hands, letting him kiss my feet.
It was dark in the garden; he couldn't see my skirt or upper body from outside, only a sliver of light from the dormitory shone obliquely
onto my calves and feet, making my toes appear even whiter.
The boy was excited and thrilled. I could almost feel the kisses from my heel to the arch of my foot to my toes; I
felt like I had been looking forward to this moment.
Seeing my acquiescence, he simply squatted down on the side where my feet were, staring intently at them.
It was the first time a boy had ever looked at my feet so closely. I could feel his warm breath on my soles. I couldn't tell if I felt shy,
scared, or excited. Afraid someone would see, I said, "What are you looking at?"
"Lily, your feet are so sexy. Your feet must be tired. Shall I massage them for you?"
His voice was hoarse, he was breathing heavily, and he kept stroking my feet.
I knew he was excited, so I deliberately said, "Really? I don't think so. Do you know how to massage feet?"
Excitedly, I stretched my back, straightened my body, curled my toes back, and pushed my feet towards his face.
"You know, the flesh on your feet drives men crazy?"
I teased him, seeing him panting heavily as he gazed at my feet. "It's all because you guys love seeing girls
in high heels. I wear sandals barefoot every day, my heels are covered in 'spring,' and you still say they're pretty?"
"What's 'spring'? Your heels are gorgeous."
"'Spring' is dead skin, sometimes it's so itchy, and I even have athlete's foot. Do you still like it?"
I probed him.
"I'm going crazy, they're so beautiful, let me kiss them!"
"I knew you wanted to massage my feet with your mouth, you little rascal!"
He said, eagerly kissing the flesh on my arches and my heels with his hot lips.
My feet were receiving a barrage of kisses and sucks from the man.
"You're bad! No...no...I didn't wash my feet, they're all sweaty and muddy, no..."
But I loved it, and my feet involuntarily pushed against his mouth.
He finally opened his mouth wide and took my heel into his mouth. After wetting my heel with his tongue, he actually
started nibbling at the calluses on my foot with his teeth! "You men are so perverted, you don't even spare the dead skin on a woman's feet , you even
gnaw it off with your mouth?!"
Actually, I was really excited at that moment. I don't know why, I didn't dodge or flinch, I just gripped the edge of the stone and let
him suck and nibble at my heel, even putting it into his mouth.
After a while, he gently bit my arch. Suddenly, he buried his nose between my toes, opened his mouth wide and
tried to take the flesh of my entire arch into his mouth. He swallowed hard, and I was stimulated to the point of panting heavily, as if his mouth wasn't
that big, and my toes were wet.
He then affectionately licked the sweat from the soles of my feet.
"Idiot! Is your mouth big enough?" I whispered and scolded him, twisting my feet as I giggled.
I said sweetly, "Oh, my feet are big. Look, I'm wearing size 38 shoes, and my heels are sticking out.
Ah... do my feet fascinate you? Oh, it feels so good! You can have all my feet, you little rascal!"
My feet were white with a hint of pink, and I knew how much he liked them. My
feet were very sensitive; I could feel his every move.
These kisses transmitted excitement throughout my body through my feet, and I felt a strange stimulation, I didn't know
where it came from.
When he nibbled on my arches, I kept twisting my toes to play with them, because his nose was inside my toes.
At the same time, my arches pushed forward into his mouth.
He was really crazy; he simply knelt down, picked up my heels, and nibbled on the flesh of my arches, sucking hard
, drying all the sweat from my feet. His mouth finally moved to my white jade toes—the most sensitive part of my feet
.
He first took my big toe into his mouth, sucking on it with his soft tongue and lips. I could feel
the warmth of his tongue and the trembling of his lips as he sucked. I felt my big toe being licked clean. He slowly
pulled it out of his mouth, but when he got to the tip of my big toe, he held it tightly between his lips, unwilling to let go. I ecstatically
wiggled my big toe against his lips. He seemed very excited and took my big toe into his mouth again, very deeply,
thrusting it in and out quickly. My big toe could only feel his tongue and lips, so soft and smooth. He
sucked on it while wiggling my toe, just like having sex. It felt so good. I couldn't help but lick
my lips with my tongue, feeling as if he was kissing me.
"Ah...ah...so good, you're so gentle, keep sucking, ah...keep thrusting..."
I moaned involuntarily.
His head moved up and down rapidly, making "tsk tsk"
sounds, for more than ten minutes.
He whimpered with pleasure, sucking forcefully, as if he wanted to devour my entire toe. The powerful
suction made my skin press tightly against the inside of his mouth, his tongue inside that narrow, tight space...
In the space beneath my toes, in that mysterious hollow, we could still play hide-and-seek.
The feeling of my toes being sucked was so fun; I could even hear him swallowing.
Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and tried to take all five of my toes into his mouth, starting with my big toe and working his way back. After
several unsuccessful attempts, I knew his intention. I gently squeezed my five toes together and tried to get them into his mouth, but it still didn't seem
to work. He was sweating profusely with frustration, and finally managed to take the first three big toes into his mouth, gently sucking on them.
I enjoyed this passion and murmured, "I told you, my feet are big, not bound feet. Look how
tired you are!"
"I like your feet, bigger is sexier," he said, deeply engulfing three toes in his mouth and
diligently licking between my toes with his tongue.
"Ah...ah...it itches so much! You're so silly, I'm telling you my toes are full of dirt and sweat, and you still want to
suck them up?! Oh dear, you're going to suck me dry, you idiot, don't eat them! I'll let you lick them, I'll lick them for you, but
don't eat them!"
He played with them excitedly, completely ignoring my words, perhaps my words only aroused him more.
He started sucking my two little toes, then nibbling at the dead skin on my feet, like giving me a foot massage. It felt so good,
so stimulating, I gave him both my feet.
But what I found a little scary was that I actually felt a little excited. Could I be addicted to this game
? Men often get foot massages, I want to get foot massages too, but I want to use a boy's mouth, tongue, and teeth
. Men like this, and I like this too.
So, after he finished one foot, he went to suck the other, and I cooperated, constantly twisting my toes and changing
the shape of my feet.
He was incredibly excited, kneeling there and licking for over 40 minutes, like a little wolf,
devouring every last drop of sweat, mud, and dead skin from my feet. It even seemed like he bit off a bit of my little toenail and ate it.
Suddenly, he buried his face deep between my feet, panting, and said, "Lily, I'm sorry, I came."
I knew it; the boy had masturbated from excitement.
I remember when he was frantically nibbling on one of my toes, he pressed my other foot against his groin.
I'd never done that before, but I always went along with it, and seeing his excitement made me happy too.
Finally, I got a little sleepy and said, "Let's go home. A girl isn't pretty if she doesn't get enough sleep!"
He kissed my big toe again.
I picked up the high heels and said, "Xiao Jian, are the shoes pretty?"
"Such sexy shoes," he said, measuring the heel height and length with his hand. "I'm going to buy you shoes tomorrow. Your heels
are 12 centimeters, right?" "Haha, I didn't measure them. It's all your fault for getting me all excited. Next
time, the foot massage will be an hour long, you hear me? But you're not allowed to masturbate, and you're not allowed to bite my toenails! Help me
put on the shoes, you little man?"
He tried to put my feet into the high heels, but it seemed a bit difficult.
I sat up, hooking the shoes on the ground with my toes, and said to him, "My feet are big, I have to step on the ground like this
to get them in!"
But he kept holding my feet and the high heels firmly in his hands.
I looked up at him and smiled. I knew what he meant, so I put both shoes and his hands on the ground, smiling
as I looked at his face.
He blushed and said, "Now, push hard, I'll help you."
I hesitated for a moment, then held onto the stone edge and helped him place his hands under my shoes. At the same time, I squeezed my feet together into
the shoes, and all four of us watched my delicate feet. My ten toes slowly emerged from between the two small straps, and
I deliberately twisted my toes left and right to get them in place.
He watched with great excitement.
The boy was so cute! He carried me to the dormitory entrance.
When I got to the dormitory, two girls hadn't returned yet.
At that moment, I realized that many boys really liked looking at girls' feet. Otherwise, why would girls always
walk around barefoot in sandals in front of boys? I guessed that at that moment, many girls' delicate feet
were being kissed by their boyfriends on campus. I started to have some wild fantasies. I felt so romantic, so warm, so much fun
! From that day on, Xiao Jian often took me to secluded places for foot-and-tongue battles, even
sucking my toes while watching movies in the theater. I always enjoyed free, passionate foot massages, and I think I became quite
addicted.
After he licked my feet so intensely, one time I got really excited, and that time he actually took me.
I wasn't a virgin anymore.
I told him when he was about to penetrate me, but he still excitedly went in. I was just getting ready to have some fun when
he ejaculated.
Thankfully, he held me tenderly for a long time afterward.
But I felt it wasn't as good as when he kissed my feet.
I've been spoiled. I know I've changed; I'm not as tender anymore, and I've started to enjoy sadomasochistic games.
Actually, several of my ex-boyfriends had also slept together for real, but they were all similar to Xiao Jian—quick and easy
.
They said I was too perfect, making them nervous; their bodies seemed to tremble when he penetrated them. A bunch of
idiots!
It was pointless. Later, in my sophomore year, while dating a guy, I 　　slept with a graduate student who called himself a "macho
man." He was indeed vigorous; he penetrated for over an hour before saying he was 　　getting into it, and said he wanted to keep going until dawn, saying he was going to tear my uterus apart while he was doing it. 　　He even made me give him oral sex and wanted to penetrate my anus. I couldn't stand him. I can get my sex cravings, but he 　　wasn't gentle with me at all; he only cared about venting. Sex was just one part of my experience. Unlike the other guys, he didn't 　　love me to death! It seems this "macho man" 　　wasn't destined for such good fortune! For a while in my junior year, I was also quite absurd. 　　I often slept with my boyfriend, and just as I got a little aroused, he would finish. 　　I simply bought a dildo and, whenever I really wanted to, I would insert it into my vagina, put on tight underwear, and then 　　a skirt. I would flirt with boys on campus and go on dates with them. I would look at the boys who loved and liked me 　　, listen to their confessions, and experience sexual pleasure. At the time, I thought it was a lot of fun.

Until one time, when my boyfriend and I were kissing, he heard some sounds from my genitals and felt a smooth
liquid on my legs. I couldn't hide it anymore.
Fortunately, I soon met Xiao Jian. His crazy, obsessive love for me made me feel so comfortable and satisfied.
He was willing to do anything to make me happy. Sometimes when I was in a bad mood, he would carry me to the woods, kneel on the ground, and
let my two high heels step on his thighs. He would hold my thighs, and I would stand on his body and hit
him, twisting my legs from side to side. But in less than a minute, my troubles would disappear, and I would happily kiss him.
Then we would play all sorts of exciting games.
Sometimes, when I watched him suck on my toes, licking between my toes and even between my toenails, I would get so excited that I would wet myself 　　. This kind of orgasm was even more comfortable and satisfying than that of
a "stud" . 　　The game I played with Xiao Jian next excited me immensely. I still vividly remember one day when Xiao Jian came to 　　pick me up again. I had been dancing all afternoon and hadn't even had a chance to shower. He took me to the cafeteria for lunch, and then we 　　strolled around the campus. He enthusiastically carried me to the orchard, lifted me onto the stone steps, and I lazily 　　kicked off my high heels. I lay on the stone steps and stretched, and he came up to me and kissed me tenderly, kissing my neck and 　　ears. I felt his passion comfortably. While kissing me, he started to hold my foot with one hand. I giggled 　　and said, "Ha, okay, you missed my feet, huh? Then kiss them! But they're muddy and smelly!" 　　My feet were a little tired after dancing, so a massage was perfect. I didn't care if my feet were dirty or not; he seemed 　　to enjoy it anyway, and I felt very content. 　　He took my three big toes into his mouth and then tried to put the fourth toe in his mouth as well, slowly licking and sucking 　　the fragrant sweat between my toes, making "tsk tsk" 　　sounds. 　　"Your little mouth seems to have grown a bit, that's progress! My feet hurt a little from dancing, can you massage them for me?" 　　I teased him. 　　He sucked on my toes while rubbing the flesh of my arch with his thumb, it felt so good. 　　I felt some dirt being rubbed off, but he quickly nibbled on my arch again, deliberately licking the dirt into his mouth, then 　　sucking on my toes again. 　　I sat up happily, unable to resist watching his expression as he sucked on my toes. I gripped the edge of the stone with both hands, watching 　　my white toes against his darker face and in his mouth. An indescribable feeling compelled me to look at my 　　boyfriend, my toes pushing somewhat recklessly into his mouth. 　　He was of average appearance, dark and thin, but strong and passionate. He lifted me up easily, it just felt good. 　　Watching my boyfriend kneeling below the stone platform, so tenderly and eagerly licking my most sensitive feet with his most sensitive lips 　　, I felt a surge of excitement. 　　I stared down at him, watching every detail and expression on his face as he sucked my toes, and said to him, " 　　The contrast between your face and my delicate feet is too much, you naughty boy! You think you can just eat such fair and tender feet like that? You're getting a good deal!" 　　As I spoke, I started twisting my toes in his mouth again, and he gasped and panted heavily from the stimulation. 　　I just love to play, I love novelty and excitement. 　　I inserted my toes into his mouth, four toes inside, and slowly and forcefully pulled my big toe back, squeezing it 　　out of his lips with a "pop." Watching my white big toe glisten from being licked, contrasting with the black and white of his face 　　, was indescribably stimulating. 　　I took the opportunity to shove my second, third, and fourth toes into his mouth a few times, then forced my big toe back in. Next, I squeezed 　　my second toe out of his mouth with a "pop," and then 　　shoved my big toe and third and fourth toes into his mouth a few times, my second 　　toe pressing against his nose. Then I pushed my second toe back in and pushed my third toe out, excitedly playing around, 　　murmuring, "So much fun! Look how flexible my toes are!" 　　He excitedly cooperated, this time abandoning his big toe and opening his mouth wide to take in the last four toes, his tongue 　　laboriously exploring between each toe. 　　I then pulled my fourth toe out and squeezed it back in, then pulled my little toe out again, placing it and my big toe on either 　　side of his mouth, with the three toes in the middle inserted into his mouth. I really wanted to film this. 　　I exclaimed happily, "Look how sensitive my toes are! I can move any one of them individually. You've 　　spoiled me so much, it's so exciting!" 　　I pulled my wet foot out of his mouth and then inserted my left foot instead. Playing like this, I felt like my 　　peripheral nerves were getting a workout. 　　This foot wasn't as flexible, and several times it was quite difficult. When I tried to squeeze out one toe, I either pulled 　　out the others along with it or squeezed the wrong toe. I 　　giggled and watched as my toes kept going in and out, practicing diligently over and over again, making him 　　swallow hard. I said happily, "This foot isn't that sensitive. Let me practice properly, this will exercise my 　　cerebellum!" 　　Finally, after several attempts, I could complete the training of all five toes in half a minute. 　　He then excitedly started inserting and pulling my toes again. 　　Another half-hour foot-tongue battle ensued. I thought to myself: This is much better than a foot massage. Now I know why so 　　many girls have such healthy and beautiful feet. Then 　　I had another mischievous idea. 　　"Alright, carry me to the garden water pipe to wash my feet," he said. My feet were itchy and hot from his sucking and nibbling 　　. After washing, he dried my feet with a handkerchief. 　　I happily said to him, "I like climbing trees. I want to climb up and pick some fruit for you, okay?" 　　"Sure, but be careful!" 　　he said, squatting down. I placed my feet on his shoulders, and he lifted me up. I stood on tiptoe, but still couldn't 　　reach the branches. He said, "You can reach them by stepping on my head." 　　I said, "No, your hair is too slippery. Here, step on your... okay?" 　　I looked down at his reaction shyly. He excitedly looked up at me, propping his head up with his hand 　　. 　　I slowly placed my toes on his face, on his cheekbone, and raised my heels high. I gripped the trunk, 　　trying to push up with my toes. 　　Actually, I had already grabbed the branch and could have climbed up, but I thought this position was too cool, too exciting.

I deliberately tried to rub my feet against his mouth and face, but couldn't quite manage it.
I played with them by stepping on his lips with my toes, lifting my heels high.
His view was blocked by my white soles, and he was panting heavily, only vaguely hearing him say, "
It's so beautiful, put more effort into it, your feet are so sexy when you put pressure on them."
I looked down at him, and his eyes were burning as he stared at my raised soles and even the arches of my feet,
all my weight on those ten toes. I said, "Look how excited you are, your face is so firm, your neck is so
strong! My feet feel so solid on it."
When I stepped on his upper lip, he even licked between my toes with his tongue.
I laughed and said, "Ah...you're really something!"
Sometimes he would hug a tree with both arms, sometimes he would hold my ankles with both hands, lifting his face up, letting my
toes rub against his face.
Since his mouth couldn't fit all ten of my toes, I alternated between my two toes to occupy that only support
point.
Sometimes, with five toes on his lips, I'd lift one foot, trying to find another spot on his face.
I'd giggle and not put the other foot down, circling it about three centimeters above his eyes, deliberately teasing him.
I wanted to put it on his forehead, then his cheek, then his nose, then his eye socket. I could feel
his body trembling with extreme excitement, afraid of dropping me, desperately pushing my toes upwards with his mouth.
I even pervertedly ground my toes downwards—so stimulating! I said tenderly, "Aren't my feet pretty? You really
like them, don't you? Don't worry, my toes are all yours. I'll let you have your fill later!"
My hands were already gripping the handle.
As I stepped on it, I felt a little wet between my legs.
So exciting! I started to worry he wouldn't be able to hold on, otherwise I wanted to play a little longer.
I climbed up the tree and picked some fruit. He looked up and caught my dangling feet. I stepped down barefoot onto
another stone step. Wow, this step was covered in dust! I quickly jumped to the ground and walked towards him. He
was smoking on the original step, probably tired, haha! I smiled at his face and peeled fruit for him. I couldn't
stop laughing; I liked him.
As he ate, he hugged my waist and said, "You're so charming, I want to stay with you forever."
I sat on the step, about to put on my high heels, when I looked at my feet. Wow, my soles were so dirty, covered in mud.
"How can I wear high heels?"
I looked at him flirtatiously. He liked me so much that he suddenly picked me up, and his mouth
quickly went to eat my toes.
"You want more? You little hungry wolf, my feet are dirty!"
Provoked, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and I hooked my arms around his neck from the front. My
feet were already pressed tightly against his chin, and my buttocks were against his already hard penis.
He looked at my slightly dirty soles, then at me. I looked at him and my feet seductively, and he
began to frantically lick and suck my soles. I accepted his baptism, deliberately freeing my hand
to eat a peeled fruit, then offering him another. Seeing he couldn't open his mouth, he tucked the fruit between his toes. He
ate the fruit and my toes whole, and I kept offering him fruit, laughing as I ate, saying, "Is it
still tasty eating fruit like that? Can you tell the difference between the fruit and your toes? Don't eat my toes!"
He was holding my waist so tightly—such a warm and exciting position! I couldn't move my feet anymore,
so I just pressed them tightly against his face, rubbing them together against his skin.
My arms were starting to give way, and I used my toes to poke and poke at his mouth for balance. He then hugged my
waist tighter.
He ate excitedly, and I said a little worriedly, "Silly boy, you can lick my feet, but don't
eat all the mud!"
He ate my feet clean again without a care, and only then did he put me down.
I looked at his smeared face and laughed so hard I bent over.
I said, "You're so good to me, you silly girl!"
He then said I had a small cut on my foot and gently sucked on the wound with his mouth, and I didn't even feel the pain.
I felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction; I was confident that he would do anything for me as long as I was happy.
I excitedly slipped on my high heels, hooked my hips around his waist, and looked at his face with a smile, saying, "Looking at your face, I thought
I had bullied you!"
We were both pretty crazy. We were hungry again, so we went out for a late-night snack. That year I was 22, a
senior in college.
I rented a place near campus and shared it with a close female friend; we each had a room.
Xiao Jian hadn't contacted me for several days.
I heard from the girls that he had been beaten up.
I went to the hospital to see him; his head was covered in bandages, and I cried.
He said he was afraid of those guys and didn't dare to contact me anymore, and besides, he couldn't take me out anymore in this condition.
I was both angry and pitiful for him, so I kissed him and left the hospital.
When I returned to my place, a guy was waiting for me at the door with a large cardboard box. He was thin and
tall, and his eyes seemed familiar.
He said he wanted to give me a gift, looking very sincere, his face full of affection.
I said, "Are you pursuing me? Xiao Jian was beaten up by you guys, right?"
The guy smiled mischievously and said, "No."
"What did you give me?"
I thought to myself: I won't let you catch up with me, I'll work you to death! "You'll definitely like them,
and they'll be useful!"
I opened the box and saw 20 pairs of high-heeled sandals, clogs, and crystal shoes, mostly imported,
all very sexy and beautiful! I couldn't contain my excitement and invited him into my room.
His name was Sheng Tiegang.
He was a bit more handsome than Xiao Jian.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, I eagerly tried on the shoes in front of him. The sizes were all perfect, and
the heels were slightly pushed out of the heels, very sexy, just what I wanted.
I was so puzzled: How did he know I liked these things? How did he know my shoe size? Suddenly, I
remembered, I had seen him a few times.
I saw his gaze when Xiao Jian was playing with me on the lawn; he was staring at my
high-heeled feet swaying in his arms! Another time, one evening, on a 180cm high platform in the corner of the playground, Xiao Jian and I were lying and
chatting. My feet were dangling over the edge when I suddenly felt an itch in my toes. When I sat up to look, I suddenly
saw someone standing in front of my feet—it was him! His eyes were at the same height as my feet, and
there was even a small flower stuck between my big and second toes. I was about to call out when he ran away.
"Thank you, Xiao Gang,"
I said, taking off my high heels and moving a high stool over to put them on the large cabinet.
He said, "Hand me the shoes, I want to put them on the counter."
I barely managed to reach them by lifting my heels high. He handed them to me one pair at a time from below. Suddenly, I felt
my heels were wet. I looked down and saw Xiao Gang kneeling on the floor, trembling, holding onto a high stool, licking
my raised heels. I didn't move and said, "How dare you! What are you doing?"
I knew that men would find my feet in this position irresistible.
He stared at my sexy bare feet, at my raised toes, his hands
trembling with excitement as he stroked my weight-bearing toes, saying with longing, "I'm afraid you'll fall.
Your feet are so alluring. I wish I could become the stool under your feet, so you could crush me!"
"Why should I satisfy your desires?! You're so rude! I really want to crush you into a pulp!"
Thinking of these gifts, I realized I had been a bit harsh.
"Xiao Jian was licking your feet in the garden. I saw it clearly through the binoculars. Your feet like
men's touch, don't they?"
"You've been watching us for a while now? Well...you're moving way too fast!"
I was incredibly embarrassed.
Actually, Xiao Jian hadn't played with me for over ten days. My feet were itchy, and I was too lazy to wash them. I felt indescribably uncomfortable
. I knew I was addicted; I couldn't live without men! "You saw us on our date? You're such a pervert.
I've been with other people. You don't mind?"
I was testing him. I couldn't control myself. I knew I needed men! "I can't eat or sleep. I
dream about you every day, think about you constantly, and fantasize about you all the time! You've me mad!"
"You're not dead yet? And your dream has come true. So you must know how to massage my feet, right?"
Men are so cute and fun! I'm so surprised that I gave in to him so quickly.
He excitedly grabbed one of my feet and began to lick and suck it frantically. His fervor and obsession with my feet were no less
than Xiao Jian's, and his movements were just as passionate, like Xiao Jian's, and his technique was excellent, making me feel very comfortable.
I sat on the bed, and he knelt on the floor. I stared at his face; after all, he was another man, and it still felt
so new.
He nibbled, ate, kissed, licked, sucked, and swallowed, even thrusting his fingers into my toes,
experiencing all of Xiao Jian's techniques. My feet were soaking wet. He even gestured for me to play a
"snap"
game with his eyes. Actually, I did feel quite good, both psychologically and physically, but he lacked Xiao Jian's tenderness towards me
; he was purely a foot fetishist! I felt a sadistic urge.
"Looks like you're pretty professional, but I think you've just stolen someone else's skills. You're no
different. You can't put all five of my toes in your mouth!"
With his toes in his mouth, he mumbled, "I'll practice hard. I'm going to hold all five of your toes in my mouth!"
I laughed, and years later, I thought back: Boys in school were so stupid. Couldn't they just stretch their lips open and hold all five of my
toes? How excited and admiring I would have been! You'll see what I mean when I see my man in the real world.
"Hmph! Such a big decision! I thought you were going to put all ten of my toes in one go! Are you trying to woo me
? Do you want me to develop feelings for you? What new tricks do you have up your sleeve?"
I deliberately provoked him.
While I said that, I actually felt quite good, excited by his tongue skills and his submissive kneeling posture.
"Let me put your shoes up first!"
he said confidently.
As I lifted my heels to reach up, I felt something burrowing under my toes. Looking down, I saw him kneeling
down, desperately trying to shove his tongue under my toes from the front. My entire weight was on my toes and soles, pressed against the stool
, leaving my toes and soles red and white from the pressure. He was still stretching his tongue out to squeeze under my toes. I understood
his intention and couldn't help but laugh, "You really know how to play! My toes are under a lot of pressure right now, are you going to put your tongue
under them?"
He slowly handed me his shoe over my head.
I found it really stimulating to step on a man's tongue like this, so I cooperated by slightly lifting my toes. His tongue
slipped under my sole, and I pressed my toes down on his tongue again, teasing him, "Your tongue is so slippery, do
n't make me fall!"
Stimulated, he stretched his tongue out long, forcefully pushing the tip all the way under my sole. Seeing
the painful struggle on his face, I felt excited. I knew I had developed a sadistic fetish.
What a fun pose!
Excited, I lifted my other foot, placing all my weight on his five toes, which were covering his tongue, to maintain my
balance. Looking down at him, I giggled.
He stuck out his tongue, drooling in pain. I even twisted and rolled my toes against his warm tongue
, teasing him, "Look how greedy you are, drooling so much! My toes are so slippery, aren't you afraid
they'll slip into your mouth? You'll be in big trouble!"
Actually, my toes are quite strong, and I maintained my balance very well.
I switched to my other foot, the smooth pleasure spreading throughout my body, the visual stimulation further exciting me.
"You're going all out on the first day you're pursuing me? Aren't you afraid I'll stomp your tongue off? It'll take a long time for it to grow back
."
Although he was in pain, he looked up at me with such excitement, longing, and submissiveness, as if to say: I
'd be willing to crush you if you wanted to.
The shoes were finally arranged. I got down and left a pair. I put on the shoes and stood on the stool, and he took the opportunity to ease the numbness in
his tongue.
These shoes had only a narrow strap to restrain the toes, no strap at the heel. I lifted my heel, looking left and right. They
were beautiful; the heels were sharp and high, making them unstable even when standing and bearing weight. My heel swayed from side to side, a sensation I knew
would drive men crazy—a seductive tremor.
But just as my heel was about to land, I stepped on his tongue again
. I looked down and saw him kneeling there, his tongue lolling out and resting on my heel.
I exclaimed, "Ah!
You have quite the imagination! Your tongue wants to be my insole!"
I complied, pressing my heel against his tongue, twisting my heel unsteadily from side to side.
"Looks like you men really know how to arouse women. Men are born to please women, to
excite and intrigue them! A man's tongue has so many uses!"
I knew I was a bit perverted. The condescending gaze excited me; the man's amorous, loving, and submissive gaze
satisfied me.
Finally, I tried lifting my other foot, putting all my weight on it. Could his tongue withstand it
? Who cares, I was uncontrollably excited.
Using a shoe a man bought for me to stomp on a man—it was insane! My heels trembled from side to side to maintain balance, and I
stretched out my arms for balance as well. My sadistic urges grew stronger.
I thought that when even the sole of my foot was suspended in the air, it would be a severe test for the man. Then, cruelly, I
lifted even the sole of my only foot off the ground, creating a magnificent scene:
from bottom to top, the only foot touching the ground—the slender heel of the high heel, the man's tongue, and the woman's heel supporting her entire
weight, while the rest of her body was suspended in the air, her beautiful heel swaying from side to side with the trembling of the heel
.
I spread my arms, trying not to let the sole of the shoe touch the ground, twisting my waist and back from side to side and up and down, even letting one foot
float in the air, all to maintain balance. It was so much fun.
I felt the intense pressure on my tongue as my heel swayed from side to side and back and forth.
Afraid of losing my balance, I whispered, "The shoes you bought are really high quality; domestic shoes would have broken heels long ago!
I'm a dancer, so maintaining my balance isn't a problem. It's up to you now. You want to pursue me, right? Let's see if you
can hold this pose for 20 seconds. If you can't, push me off." I giggled as I counted:
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6..."
I felt his face tremble; he was enduring the pain and persevering, even using his hand to support my
other leg, which was flailing wildly in the air, because he loved this cruel yet alluring woman on his tongue so much! This action was too
barbaric.
When I saw the man's contorted, trembling, submissive face, and then looked at my fair, sexy heels, I
reached the peak of excitement. I felt liquid spurting between my legs, and my whole body involuntarily trembled
a few times.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed
, and my girlfriend, who lives with me, was snapping photos of the scene. We both froze for a moment, but I
continued counting: 18, 19, 20. The girl seemed to have taken a few more pictures and then ran off.
I immediately jumped off the stool, turned back, gave the man still kneeling on the ground a charming smile, and rushed out the door
, yelling, "You brat, who let you see this?!"
Actually, I was quite happy; she had captured this romantic moment for me! The boy's tongue was swollen, and his speech
was incoherent. I said apologetically and gently, "You're so good to me! You go to such lengths to satisfy my desires,
buying me so many shoes, and you've even gotten hurt here. Luckily, your tongue is still intact; you're amazing! Let me see
your tongue, does it hurt?"
He knew he had succeeded because he heard my tender words.
He looked at me excitedly.
I tenderly touched his swollen tongue, my alluring expression making him unable to resist. He held my leg
for a while, and I felt the fluid flowing down my thigh and onto his cheek. Slowly, he stood up and
reluctantly left.
Two days later, Xiao Gang asked me to play again.
His tongue was healed, and I was so happy.
He always had something new to offer, something that kept me excited.
This time, he asked me to go to the basketball court. I sat on a bench texting on my phone, while he simply lay down under the chair.
I laughed and took off my high-heeled sandals, my toes skillfully finding his lips, my heels resting on the chair's crossbar,
leisurely bouncing my toes up and down.
His head was practically under the chair; he could clearly see the movement of my feet as they trembled, my mouth swallowing my
delicate toes! He writhed with excitement.
The boys on the court were watching us, and I knew what they were thinking—they found it incredibly novel
but were too shy to come closer.
Although I enjoy playing with my boyfriend in public places, especially where there are lots of guys, this time, in
front of so many men, I was playing with my boyfriend's mouth by stepping on it with my toes. I felt my face flushing. I looked down, smiling as I texted, occasionally
glancing up at the boys' burning gazes. I liked those gazes, while simultaneously enjoying the pleasure of my toes touching his mouth.
This game was his idea; it was incredibly exciting.
He likes me so much that he came up with this game just to excite me! Suddenly, a
guy on the field who was staring at us got hit in the head by a flying soccer ball. He yelled angrily, and I was laughing
so hard at him. Then I suddenly heard Xiao Gang
let out a soft "Ouch!" from below. I realized that in my excitement, I had forcefully shoved my five toes into his mouth,
tearing his lip! I didn't mean to; I had completely forgotten that my toes were still inside someone's mouth! I couldn't look at
Xiao Gang because it was all an act.
Xiao Gang wasn't affected by this sudden event and continued to tenderly suck on my inserted toes. I suddenly felt
so excited. I had no interest in texting and was fully enjoying the wonderful reactions in my body! My school at the time was very open-minded.
Every morning, the cleaners could find many used condoms in the garden and on the grass. Kissing
, hitting boyfriends, carrying girlfriends on their backs, carrying girlfriends on their shoulders, rolling around in a ball on the grass,
girls chatting with their bare feet on their boyfriends' chests, boys kneeling and hugging their girlfriends' buttocks—it was all commonplace
. But they probably hadn't seen anything like what we did.
Three guys were squatting less than five meters behind us, watching us. "You're looking at my feet, are
n't you?" I deliberately wiggled my toes a few times. Ha!
Make you all drool! After sending another text, I put on my high heels, swayed my hips arrogantly, and
walked out of the court with my boyfriend's arm around his waist.
I whispered to Xiao Gang, "Look, there's blood on my little toe. Are you okay?"
"Even if you trample my face, I'll still love you madly," Xiao Gang murmured ecstatically.
He always satisfied my sadistic desires, bringing me to orgasm through his infatuation and pain.
When we got near the cafeteria, where there were many students, he suddenly picked me up. I pretended to be angry and pulled away—this was also part
of his plan.
"What do you want?"
My boyfriend knelt down and looked at me, saying, "I love you, I want to hug you!" "Who likes you, you pathetic
wretch!"
The man looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Please, just let me love you. It doesn't matter if you don't like me, I'll do
anything to make you happy!"
"Then go die, go kill yourself, that would make me happy."
I turned to leave, but the man knelt on the ground and grabbed one of my legs. In desperation, I stomped on his
face with my high heel, trying to break free.
No matter how I stomped on his face, he wouldn't flinch, stomping on his face again and again. He
held my ankle tightly with both hands. When my heel hit his mouth, he bit down, and the high heel fell off. I continued
to kick his face with my bare white foot.
"Let go!"
I said, pretending to be angry.
My toes stomped on his face again and again, his face meeting my falling feet. His lips, cheeks,
nose, and eyes seemed to be covered in bruises.
But he still crawled towards me on his knees. After a while, I pretended to be exhausted, and my delicate feet lazily rested on
his face. In front of the students watching, he kissed my toes with his fiery lips, sucking on them, and mumbled
, "I won't let you leave me, I love you, and I'm willing to do anything for you!"
A few girls nearby laughed and said, "The beauty is being sadistic again, the boy is so devoted!"
My boyfriend was holding my toes in his mouth in front of everyone; I couldn't even see my toes anymore, they were all in his mouth. I
was finally moved.
A beautiful look of pity appeared on my face as I let him kiss my entire foot.
"I've done this to you, and you still love me so much? Then... get up, let's go play!"
I said coquettishly.
He put on the high heels for me, then slipped his head between my legs from behind and lifted me up in a flash. I sat
on his shoulders, my face probably showing happiness and allure. I saw the expressions of surprise, fear,
excitement, and envy written on the faces of the students watching. I heard one girl say, "With such a ruthless girlfriend, the man under your feet
won't live much longer. Haha..."
We went off in style, and I was incredibly excited the whole way.
Back at my place, still full of excitement, I laughed, wondering what new tricks he had up his sleeve.
He gave me a slip of paper with the instructions for the game. As soon as I entered the house, I pointed the camera at the sofa.
He lay on the floor, and I sat on the sofa, pressing my toes into his mouth and using my big and second toes to clamp
his tongue. He cooperated, sticking his tongue between my toes, then pulling it out. "Your
tongue is really capable. I want to see how long it is!"
I looked down at his tongue and squeezed it out with my toes. He gently held my other leg with both hands,
so I could use my strength.
I put all my strength into my toes.
I teased him, "Let's see if your tongue is stronger, or if my two-toe technique is more powerful."
His tongue was pulled out of his mouth, but I wasn't satisfied. I pulled it out again with all my might. Because it was a little slippery, I kept adjusting
my toes.
His face looked ridiculous. I stared at his tongue, twisting and turning my toes to pull it out a little more.
"Aren't you afraid of breaking your tongue?"
He shook his head.
Even stepping on it with my heel hadn't broken it, so how could this be? "Oh dear, that's all it's got
. I hope it grows faster!"
Then I started inserting my toes into his mouth, first three big toes at the same time, then four little toes
. Looking at my snow-white toes sticking out of his mouth, I felt how alluring my feet were.
Finally, he inserted both big toes simultaneously. I stared intently, watching as my two big toes moved up and down in his
mouth. He used his thick lips and tongue to swallow and spit out my toes, carefully preventing them from touching his
teeth and gums. It felt so soft and smooth.
The frequency was twice per second, with a strong rhythm.
He kept muttering "I love you, I love you..."
as accompaniment, and I frantically thrust in and out of his mouth in rhythm. The audiovisual effect was very stimulating and fun! I watched
him giggle
, and my toes felt incredibly comfortable.
I looked down at him and said, "You men only know how to penetrate women, going in and out. Women can also penetrate
men, that's one way of penetrating. The only drawback is that the penetration is too small. Who told your mouth to be so useless, unable to swallow
all five of my toes! How much more fun and exciting it would be if my whole foot were in your mouth!"
As I said this, I stood up from the sofa and penetrated him, my toes moving around in his mouth as I went in, twisting and turning my jade
toes, making "gurgling"
sounds, just like having sex! My lower body was wet again. Two days later, Xiao Gang called and asked me
to play. It seemed like there was a fun new game. I waited for him excitedly.
I was chatting with my girlfriend at my place. She said her boyfriend dumped her, and she hated men.
I laughed and said, "You wait outside for a bit, and watch how I play with men to help you vent your anger." Xiao Gang
came into my room excitedly, his face beaming. He handed me a note, and after reading it, I chuckled and put on my sexy
high heels, turning on the webcam. He knelt in front of me, his hands outstretched on the ground, palms up. I
then used the heels of my two high heels to step on his palms, tentatively and slowly standing up. I heard
him let out an "Ah!" and then grit his teeth, holding his breath, his eyes greedily fixed on my beautiful feet on my heels.
"You love my feet, and you love my shoes too? Xiao Jian would rather be my heel, but you want to be below it. It seems
you love me more? Then you'd better be strong, heels aren't as gentle as my feet!"
His eyes looked up at me gently. I tried to keep my toes on the ground, unwilling to put my weight on the heel.
If I were that rough, he would be in big trouble.
In just 20 seconds, he was covered in sweat, his fingers curled around the high heel,
his body twisting and turning, enduring the pain to satisfy my sadistic desires.
I stared intently at the high heel I was stomping on and the reaction of his hands, savoring the pleasure of the torture. His tender, silently
enduring gaze satisfied me, and watching the man's struggling body beneath my feet excited me even more. I laughed and said, "Why
aren't you in the mood to say you love me? Does it hurt?"
"I love you, I'll always love you, why can't you be gentle? You still like me, right?" "
Who likes you! I just want to play with you, I don't want you to pass out so quickly! If I used
my feet, let's see if I'd hold back!"
Next, he flipped his hand over, back of his hand facing up, and I turned to the side and stomped on his index fingertip with the high heel.
"Is a man's knuckle harder, or a woman's high heel harder?" The man finally couldn't help but 　　shout
loudly, "Ah—ah—!" 　　I liked watching the man struggle. 　　"I want to see which finger of a man is stronger." 　　Then it was the next fingertip, and I felt my girlfriend outside the door peeking. 　　All ten fingers were tested, and his shouts excited me immensely. 　　The man struggled to his feet, flexing his fingers to make sure he was alright. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and clear his 　　head. He gagged a few times, feeling nauseous. 　　But he returned to accept the new challenge. 　　"You're so sincere, pursuing me like this, satisfying me. If I have a good time tonight, I'll let you stay... overnight!" 　　Next, I sat on the sofa in my high heels, while he lay flat on the floor. I brought 　　my heel to his mouth, and he gently took it in with his thick lips, licking it until it was wet and shiny. 　　My foot moved up and down, thrusting into his mouth, so smooth and soft, 　　penetrating deeper and deeper. He swallowed and released my 10cm heel, already 8cm inside. I continued thrusting, 　　turning to stare at the scene below. 　　What a man, so infatuated with me! "This is the second way a woman penetrates a man, it's very similar to... right?" 　　His thick lips tightly gripped the heel, moving up and down, but after all, it was flesh. My heel could go in and 　　out as it pleased, though it felt a bit tight, a feeling of control and coercion, which was very pleasurable. 　　"Hey, you men like women who are tight down there, so you're pretending to be tight to excite me, right?" 　　My feet are very sensitive; even the heel of my shoe can feel it. 　　He continued to swallow deeper. 　　I said, "When your upper lip touches my heel, you've won!" 　　He swallowed upwards again, finally reaching 9 centimeters. He stopped there, his upper lip tried a couple of times but 　　couldn't reach the heel, and his throat started to gurgle and gag. I knew the heel had reached the man's throat, and 　　my body began to arouse: the man who loves me so much, and I'm going to ravage him like this—just thinking about it made my body 　　incredibly excited. 　　"Swallow it again! Don't men feel good when their penises are inside a woman's uterus? Don't men 　　get excited when women give them oral sex down their throats? Women don't have anything long enough to penetrate you men, but I want to enjoy 　　the stimulation of my heel being inserted into a man's throat." 　　The man still couldn't move, his eyes filled with longing and pleading. He was almost there. Looking at the infatuated 　　man at my feet, I hesitated. Just then, my girlfriend ran in. "Stab him to death, fuck him to death, you dog of a man!" 　　The man continued to gag upwards, unable to make any progress. Looking at the pitiful man at my feet and his twitching face, my sadistic 　　desires grew stronger. I ruthlessly stomped down, my heel turning white. 　　"Ah, it's all the way in! You kissed the sole of my foot! You've replaced my heel!" 　　As I spoke, I experienced the feeling of my heel being deeply inserted into the man's throat, watching the twitching on his face 　　. Stimulation and excitement coursed through my entire body. 　　His upper lip was still near my heel, and I was a little worried his throat would rupture. I slowly started pulling the heel out 　　, but my girlfriend, being a bit twisted, tried to stop me, wanting me to keep turning it around inside. My girlfriend was terrifying! He 　　deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing to the ground. 　　I quickly pushed my girlfriend away, bent down, and touched his face firmly, giving him a solid kiss. 　　He excitedly hugged me, "You're starting to like me?" 　　It turned out he was faking it; the heel hadn't actually reached his throat, and the convulsions were fake. I laughed and pushed him to the ground, 　　"You bad boy, next time I'll stomp you to death! I don't like you at all! I just like playing with your mouth. Even if 　　you really have a spasm later, I won't hold back!" 　　"I'll definitely win you over, and you'll feel sorry for me!" 　　he said confidently. 　　I knew that last game that day was cruel, but also the most exciting. 　　I'd played something similar with him before, but it was just squeezing his face with my feet on the bed. As we played, I 　　even started stomping his face with my toes, like a pervert. But today's was much more sensual! I sat 　　on a corner cabinet about a meter high, leaning against the wall, gripping the armrests with both hands. 　　He knelt in front of me, leaning back, one hand supporting himself on the ground, the other supporting 　　the back of his head. 　　I kicked off my high heels, stretched out my fair feet, and placed them on his mouth. I was at a 60-degree angle above and in front of his face, 　　looking at the man at my feet who loved and satisfied me, and I felt a little sorry for him. His tearful, affectionate eyes softened my heart. 　　But I'm a crazy girl, and I was looking forward to the immense excitement this new game would bring. 　　Men all seem crazy about me, but I still prefer playing with men. When I ravage a man until he's half-dead 　　, I reach orgasm. My orgasms are different from most women's; they're hard-won but intense. 　　During an orgasm, my legs tremble, and my juices gush out. 　　Once I thought about my orgasm, I didn't care about the man's feelings anymore. I did whatever was most stimulating and didn't hold back at all.

If a man loves me to death, I want to kick him to death. If a man is obsessed with my feet, I
especially want to shove my feet into his mouth. If a man is fascinated by my anus, when he sucks on my anus or
inserts his tongue deep into it, I especially want to forcefully expel something for him to eat (this is a story for later)
, because it makes me extremely excited! I raise my right foot high, aim at the man's face on the ground, stomp down
, then raise my foot again, stomp down again. I feel like I'm stomping on a stationary, soft object, because the man
is supporting himself on the ground with one hand and holding his head with the other. No matter how hard I try, his face remains still, making
the power of my toes immense.
I stomp on his face entirely with the muscles of my toes and soles, which is great exercise for my leg strength.
I stomped my foot furiously, his face neither flinching nor flinching, directly facing my descending toes. "Smack, smack, smack
..."
Each stomp was faster than the last, each toe hitting the man's face with a dull thud, each step
solid and heavy.
The man kept rhythmically chanting, "I love you! I love you..."
This accompaniment excited me. Every time he
finished saying "I love you," my foot would stomp heavily on his face, the rhythm perfect.
Hearing a man
say "I love you" usually makes a woman's heart soften and her toes go weak the moment she steps on his face, but I
didn't.
The more the man loved me, the more gently he said "I love you," the more it spurred me to stomp
on his lips, because this stimulated my sadistic desires, gradually bringing me to orgasm.
"I love you—slap—mmm, I love you—slap—mmm…"
The sounds echoed in the room. His voice, our poses, and the way the man obediently welcomed
my descending foot while holding his head—all of this aroused me like never before.
I gripped the armrest with my left hand and placed my right hand on my vulva, stomping my foot on the man's face like raindrops. The camera
was pointed directly at us.
My girlfriend had already come in and was squatting there watching. From the expression on her face, I could tell she was also excited, and had a very
gratifying look on her face.
Sometimes I would stomp on the man's mouth, nose, chin, forehead,
cheekbone, or even his eyes. The man would desperately thrust upwards to match my rhythm. When my right foot got tired, I would switch
to my left, "slap, slap, slap…"
accompanied by the man's "mmm, mmm, mmm…"
I looked down at his face. Because of the rapid pace, his face seemed to be distorted and out of shape.
It was so stimulating; my lower body was already wet.
"The man's face is distorted under the feet of the woman he loves. I'm so cruel, yet you still don't
regret it? Do you still love me? If so, show some remorse!"
Even at this moment, I didn't forget to tease and provoke him, my fingers stroking his vulva.
I love talking, I love talking to men while I'm torturing them, it's more exciting! He started to kneel
and move forward, his knees reaching under the cabinet, his body leaning back even lower, his angle now
75 degrees. I could use more force, almost stomping straight up and down on his face. What excited me most was that
his face remained still, like stepping on a dead thing, and all of this was because he was holding on by sheer willpower. It felt incredibly good!
Now his face started to slam against my descending foot, the contact between my foot and his face so solid, "slap,
slap..."
matching my movements. I stomped down unpredictably, and he tried his best to prevent me from stepping off course and twisting my toes.
Sometimes I'd watch him raise his foot to meet mine, then deliberately pull it away the instant we touched. His swollen face would
stumble forward, missing its mark. Looking at the man's distorted face below, I felt my juices flowing. I'd shove the prepared dildo
all the way into my vagina,
giggling as I watched his face draw closer. "Say you love me!"
I'd kick his face back. "Serves you right for playing dead. This time I'll kick your face until I can't even recognize it! I'll show you 　　how powerful
my feet are ." 　　I was wearing high heels, so my feet were under a lot of pressure, and the flesh on my soles was a little sore. This was like a 　　massage. I tried to use the slightly sore parts of my feet to stomp on his face; my toes were sweating. 　　"I love you! I love you…" 　　the man choked out passionately. 　　His face was distorted, but he still tried to comfort me with his words, actually trying to provoke me. 　　He didn't even blink as I stomped down on him, his eyes meeting my feet directly. Several times, I deliberately 　　aimed my toes at his eye sockets, but he kept his eyes open, his eyeballs darting around as I pressed down on him. 　　I felt incredibly lubricated inside my vagina; the dildo was completely inside, and I even pressed it further in with my fingers. 　　Staring at the man, his love and pity didn't soften my heart at this moment. I was only concerned with my own excitement 　　and desire, frantically trampling on the infatuated man. 　　"What do you love about me? Is it my feet? But my feet are heartless, aren't they? Who told you to be 　　so lucky, always able to hold and kiss other people's white feet? Xiao Jian also loves my feet, but you all beat him up and he ended up in 　　the hospital! Men are so bad!" 　　"I'm stronger than him, stronger than him…" 　　the man groaned, trembling. 　　"These are all tricks you came up with to please me. Don't regret it if I stomp on you!" 　　He adored my toes, spoiling them rotten. He always said my toes were both cute and cruel, making 　　men fall head over heels in love and then crushing them. 　　"I don't regret it. As long as you're happy and excited, I'd rather be a ghost under the flowers!" 　　"What ghost under the flowers! You didn't do anything to me. I think you can only be called a 'ghost under my feet'!" 　　I really liked him—his intelligence, his persistence, his strength, his "pursuit," 　　and his love for me! My girlfriend was stunned. She said, "This is so exciting! Lily, you're so charming. You can make men do 　　this for you!" 　　Then she whispered in my ear, "Can I stomp on you to vent my anger?" 　　I smiled knowingly and slyly gestured for her to come closer. "You'll have to take off your high heels to play with them!" 　　I whispered.

I got down and looked at the man. He stared at me in surprise. I smiled and whispered in his ear, "My legs are tired
, but I haven't reached my climax yet! I still want to see you get trampled on. Let Xiaoxia do it to you; her feet
are beautiful too! You'd better perform well; I'm waiting to see your performance reach your climax!"
Xiaoxia's feet were pretty good too.
Without saying a word, she sat on him and stomped on his face, stomping really hard, shouting, "I'll stomp you to death
! I'll stomp you to death, you stinky man! I'll stomp you until you're breathless!"
I knew she was venting her anger. The man looked at me with pained eyes. I smiled seductively at him and kept
thrusting the dildo in and out of my vagina, signaling him to persevere; I would reward him.
The man started thrusting upwards again, meeting Xiaoxia's descending feet without flinching.
Xiaoxia kicked really hard, very solidly, even stomping with her heel. She whispered in my ear, "I really want to kick
this man to death!"
I smiled and glanced sideways at the man on the ground, saying to Xiaoxia, "He's so submissive to you, letting
you kick him like that, how can you bear to kill him?"
I masturbated while watching the man's face contorted from being stepped on—this was a woman's handiwork! And the man was
doing it willingly, whispering and laughing with Xiaoxia. I was incredibly excited. Looking into the man's eyes, I
whispered in Xiaoxia's ear, "Then just stomp on him to death! That would be so exciting for me too." Then I giggled as I looked
at the man.
The man looked at me with tears of grievance streaming down his face.
Actually, I knew the man was safe because Xiaoxia's feet were small and her body weak; she had no strength at all.
However, after Xiaoxia stomped down, she twisted her toe, intentionally stepping on the man's eyes.
The man's eyes were a little swollen, and there were several small cuts on his face.
The man was quite clever; he shifted his position, supporting the back of his head with both hands. Xiaoxia's feet stepped on him, causing
him to lean back almost to his knees. This actually reduced the impact considerably, but it made us both giggle 　　. Xiaoxia then jumped off the cabinet and began
to torture him 　　up close, kicking the man until the back of his head hit the ground. She whispered, pleading, 　　"I want to play in high heels!" 　　I said, "You're too cruel! My boyfriend has been kneeling and being stomped on by us for an hour; his face is distorted. 　　You want to stomp on him with your heels? That won't do! I still need my boyfriend!" 　　Xiaoxia ran out of energy, and finally stomped on the man's mouth, prying his lips open with her toes and squeezing inwards with her sole. 　　The man was kneeling flat, his head tilted back and rolled to the ground. Xiaoxia pushed hard with her foot, 　　shoving all five of her toes into the man's mouth. His mouth was bulging. The man even tried to lick her toes and soles with his tongue, 　　giving Xiaoxia a little tenderness. But Xiaoxia pushed hard again, and only her small heel was visible near his 　　lips. Her entire foot was swallowed into his mouth, and the man vomited violently. Xiaoxia excitedly said, "My 　　toes are in his throat!" 　　I watched in surprise, then went over and pulled Xiaoxia's foot 　　out with a "bang." I angrily pushed Xiaoxia out, saying, "My boyfriend can't take it anymore, stop playing around!" 　　Actually, I was jealous of her because I had never managed to put my toes in his throat. 　　I gently helped him up, panting, and said, "I love you, you're so strong! Look, I've already come! 　　Come on, let's go to bed! I can't take it anymore! Are you still able to do it?" 　　The man was flattered and excitedly carried me to the bed. He first licked the fluid that had flowed down my thighs. I 　　lay down and forcefully pulled my legs back, exposing my beautiful buttocks and vulva to the man's eyes. 　　At that moment, I didn't feel embarrassed at all; maybe I was too excited, too eager for a man. 　　My fluid flowed into my anus, 　　and the man trembled as he licked the fluid from my anus back into my vagina with his tongue. He then kissed my anus passionately. It was the first time a man had licked that part of my body. I screamed; I was 　　so excited! Fluid flowed out again, flowing down the groove to my anus. The man's tongue swirled around in my anus, then 　　intercepted the fluid and licked it into my vagina. From the man's expression, I felt that my anus and vulva must be very 　　alluring and sexy. 　　The man finally pulled out his weapon in a panic and went at it for a while. He finally satisfied me, and then he quickly ejaculated 　　. 　　After that, I still rarely let him sleep with me. 　　Xiao Gang and I played together until graduation. That year I was 23 years old and about to be assigned a job. Before leaving, I joked with him 　　, "Thank you for your love. Look how white and shiny my feet are. Under your care, the dead 　　skin on my feet is gone, and my athlete's foot is long gone. You, on the other hand, are in a bad way: a mild concussion, mouth ulcers, enteritis—probably 　　from eating too much of what's on my feet—haha, but the most important thing is that you didn't let my toes 　　play in your throat. When your mouth is bigger, come back to me, and I'll play with you again!" 　　He said with some emotion, "You are too charming, every part of you is so charming, but if I play with you again, I 　　'll die. I should find a gentle girl!" 　　I chuckled 　　and scoffed. A man who can't satisfy me, I'll kick him away. There's a long line of men who like me to play with them 　　! I'm a girl who can't stand being alone. 　　In the six months before graduation, while hanging out with Xiao Gang, I also secretly went on a few dates with Xiao Jian. Even after recovering from my illness, Xiao Jian 　　couldn't forget me. He knew I was dating other boys, but he still loved me so much. 　　I even secretly watched porn with a few other boys and girls. 　　Four or five boys would always buy me snacks during study sessions and on the way to school. I knew they all liked 　　me. On the way, while eating snacks, I would laugh and point to my feet, saying, "Look at the high heels someone gave me 　　, aren't they pretty?" 　　"Look how high my heels are!" 　　I'd say, twirling my toes. 　　The boys' eyes were practically spitting fire! I'd push them away, laughing, "Be careful not to let your eyes pop out 　　! Haha!" But I wouldn't go on dates or play games with them; that would be exhausting. 　　I got along well with all the boys who liked me. I never felt guilty towards any of them, and they loved me too. 　　I liked being loved by men. When I interacted with them or even hung out with them, my feelings weren't contradictory; they were natural and pleasant.

The fact that I could still look seductively at the guys across from me who liked me while my boyfriend was hugging and kissing me is proof enough.
I want them to be happy and satisfied while they're pursuing me! I even fantasize about
another guy saying he loves me before I climax with a guy, rhythmically sucking and swallowing my toes along with my moans.
(Xiao Jian secretly went on dates with me because I didn't want him to get beaten up again; he was probably the only
boy I truly liked in college).
I remember a guy who always bought me snacks. I agreed to meet him at the park at 6 pm because
Xiao Gang's face was swollen from my kicks and he hadn't come to see me for a few days.
I arrived 10 minutes earlier than that guy, but unexpectedly bumped into
Xiao Jian at our usual meeting place. I was completely absorbed in kissing, cuddling, and making love with Xiao Jian for a long time. Only after we finished did I remember
my date with that guy. After tricking Xiao Jian away, I didn't even have time to clean myself up before rushing to meet that guy
. Actually, the two places in the park were less than 100 meters apart! It was already 7:30, and the boy
was still sitting there waiting for me. He was overjoyed and excited to see me. I had just finished making love, and my face was flushed,
hot, and I was panting heavily as I sat on the bench. My vagina was slowly leaking vaginal fluid and semen. The boy squatted down beside my legs
, looking at me suspiciously, and cautiously said a lot of things to pursue me. But I was still immersed in the lovemaking, my eyes
glazed over, full of lust, and I didn't hear what he was saying. The boy still didn't dare to make a move.
I lifted my foot in front of him, panting, and said, "You really like my feet, don't you?"
The boy looked at my fair feet excitedly, and mustered up his courage to start frantically licking my feet.
As I reveled in my orgasm, I chuckled to myself. My toes had just been sucked and nibbled by Xiao Jian. When
we were rolling around on the ground, my high heels had flown off somewhere, and even during our lovemaking, my
feet, especially my toes, were soaking wet from his sucking, stomping and kicking wildly on the grass. Now this guy was holding me and sucking on them again
, so my feet and toes must be a little dirty.
He probably wondered why my feet and toes were so wet and dirty, but his passion would surely
clean them up.
I was ecstatic, squeezing my legs together to feel the flow of my juices and semen, while twisting my feet to feel the
guy's tongue and foot massage.
My sadistic desires grew stronger. Looking at the guy's infatuated expression, I really wanted
to tell him about the wild fun before we came here, to tell him why my feet were wet and dirty—it was because before I orgasmed with another man, I had forcefully stomped my feet
into the grass and twisted my toes back and forth, digging them into the soil. What would he think? If he
were to suck on my soles and between my toes with even more obsession, even licking the dirt from under my toenails, I would be so excited
that I would reach another orgasm, and I would reward him with the mixture of fluids he ejaculated during his orgasm.
But I held back from saying anything, because it was dangerous. I simply enjoyed
the dual pleasure of my toes and genitals! Every time we met, Xiao Jian would embrace me passionately, kissing every corner of my body wildly. Every
time, I would make love with Xiao Jian.
Before and during sex, he would kiss my toes the most. Oh, I almost forgot, there was another part he
kissed the most—my anus.
Xiao Gang and Xiao Jian had both passionately licked my anus.
I would never refuse any caresses from the boys—no matter the part, no matter how they played with me, as long as it didn't hurt me.
I would gladly accept and cooperate, and experience the pleasure in it.
But why would boys like these parts of me? I now accept that my feet are indeed very
fleshy, but my anus is the part of my body I care about the least. I don't even know what it looks like or what it
smells like. It's the most private and embarrassing part of my body that I'm most ashamed to let men see, yet men lick it with their most sensitive tongues
, even inserting their tongues inside, saying it smells sweet! Whenever this happens, I feel very ashamed, but I can still relax and
let the boy enjoy himself. If he wants to lick my anus, I open it for him to lick, because the boy will tremble with excitement
! They both say my anus is a small, pink hole blooming in a clean, white place, exuding my body
fragrance, like a small mouth enticing men to kiss it! But I feel this only arouses my sadistic desires. I suddenly
discovered that my anus has sensation under a man's caresses, and it's a feeling of excitement.
[The End]

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