[The Driving School's Violent Instructor] (1-

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【The Tyrannical Driving School Instructor】
Author: Rose Palace Master
Word Count: 28041 (1-6 Complete)
Roses grow with thorns, their fragrance enticing the imagination.
Solitary and unassuming
,
they are bound by palace walls, confined to high pavilions and corridors. ———————————————— Rose Palace Master
(Part 1)
I confess, I am an SM
(Sexual Mental Health). Being 21 years old doesn't mean I'm a naive kid; on the contrary, since learning
what SM is, I've become much more shrewd and mature. I've learned how to flatter my superiors, how to observe other
people's personalities, and how to get along with them. All of this will greatly help me find my future partner
.
My surname is Xu, but for now, let's just call me Xu something.
This story stems from a simple instruction from my boss: to learn to drive. Learning to drive isn't
difficult, and a young man about to turn 21 should learn quickly. However, the problem
arose with my driving instructor. It was because of her that I truly entered the SM (sex education) world, a
sacred realm I had always admired and longed for.
Instructor Yin Si was a hot-tempered and stubborn driving coach, the niece of the driving school principal. She was
two years older than me. Not particularly beautiful, but tall and voluptuous, with a very sexy appearance.
When she walked over, carrying a file folder and clattering in her high heels, I couldn't believe she was my
instructor.
"What's your name, Xu something?"
Instructor Yin Si looked me up and down, comparing me to the file folder in her hand.
"Um."
Looking at her ample 36D bust, I raised an eyebrow in amazement; it was truly magnificent.
She turned and walked towards the team's office, beckoning me to follow. I eagerly followed her, her shapely, round
buttocks swaying, my gaze fixed on her smooth, beautiful stockings and the jade-like flesh beneath.
"Sit down,"
she said simply, settling into the chair opposite me. She flipped through
my files, leaning back in her chair and crossing one of her beautiful legs.
In that brief moment of silence, a beautiful memory was captured.
I'd visited countless websites, downloaded numerous pictures and videos, and dreamt many times of being
ridden and whipped and humiliated by proud, beautiful women. I'd also sneaked into the bathroom in the early morning to wash my underwear. But I
'd always thought it was just a beautiful dream, impossible to realize, impossible to find a truly
proud woman like that in reality.
Yet now, Ms. Yin Si, sitting opposite me, exuded an aura of noble reverence that commanded my respect. I greedily gazed at her beautiful
body curves, watching her every tiny movement, even the slightest lift of her high heels.
I wondered if she was giving me some kind of order. I seized this precious time to fantasize (fantasize is just wishful thinking
), imagining myself groveling beneath those high heels, begging her to abuse me—how pleasurable and blissful that would be
!
Beautiful moments always fly by. When Teacher Yin Si put down the file and said I would start learning to drive with her tomorrow
, I could actually hear a hint of lust in my reply. How embarrassing!
During the driving school visit that day, I felt the teacher's gaze towards me was strange.
That night, I excitedly rummaged through my closets, searching for my coolest and most stylish clothes, and even got a haircut and a
shower—I don't know why.
That night, my dreams were filled with the teacher. I dreamt I was desperately begging her, kneeling before her, hoping she would bully and abuse me,
treating me like a dog, but she just smiled—a very contemptuous smile.
The next day, as usual, I slipped into the bathroom.
A dream is just a dream; it can't replace anything.
When I excitedly arrived at the driving school, I realized I was late.
Instructor Yin Si stood beside a white Santana, dressed in sportswear, her pure white Nike sneakers impatiently
tapping the ground.
I walked over with my head down, too embarrassed to look at her, perhaps also afraid.
"You're late, you know? I hate people who don't have a regular schedule." The instructor's voice was stern; I knew she was glaring at me fiercely, because I felt like I was 　　about to spit fire at
her . 　　"I'm...I'm sorry, I won't do it again," 　　I said timidly. I was afraid of her. 　　"Okay, remember that. I don't want a next time." 　　That little conversation ended there. The instructor shoved me into the car to learn how to shift gears, but I was still 　　replaying my conversation with her, feeling a bit like a jerk. 　　Just as I was feeling smug, Instructor Yin slapped my hand hard on the steering wheel. 　　"How are you holding the steering wheel? Do you think you're playing a simulator in an arcade?" 　　Her forceful slap left my entire hand red and swollen. Sensitive skin is prone to bruising, 　　especially with such force from the instructor. I winced and pulled my hand back to rub it, but she slapped it 　　back onto the steering wheel. "Who told you to take your hand off the wheel? Don't you know you have to put it back after shifting gears? You're so stupid, you 　　can't even remember that!" 　　She stood to my left, observing my every move as I practiced shifting gears through the open car door. 　　She liked to hit my hand or arm for every mistake. Luckily, this wasn't a road practice session, or I would have been so scared I'd swerve into 　　the back of another car. 　　"Instructor…it hurts, please stop hitting me! My hand is all swollen, I'll remember…" 　　Finally, unable to bear the burning pain, I begged the instructor for mercy. Everyone says driving instructors 　　are fierce and like to hit students, and I think it's true. Although I also enjoy the psychological thrill of being hit by a woman, 　　I'm fundamentally afraid of pain, so I can't accept this kind of violent, discipline-like teaching method. 　　After hearing my words, she paused for a moment. I saw her expression was a little unnatural, as if my words had hit 　　a sore spot. However, she quickly regained her composure and said seriously, "Hitting you is because..."

"Hello, if you don't learn to drive well, I, as the instructor, can't escape responsibility either. If you don't want me to hit you, practice properly!"
After that, I noticed several times that Ms. Yin's eyes were staring blankly at the ground, her attention no longer
always focused on me. Had I said something wrong? I couldn't help but regret it.
"Alright, get out of the car, I'll take you to the parking lot to practice reversing."
Half an hour later, the instructor was satisfied with my familiarity with the gear shifting, so she decided to take me to the parking lot.
I obediently slid out of the car, wanting to apologize to her. No matter what, being hit by a beautiful woman is a blessing
. I shouldn't have said those things to her, but my pride as a man prevented me from speaking.
I could only sit awkwardly in the passenger seat and follow her.
The parking lot was in a large playground in the suburbs. Many students had already arrived.
The concrete ground, about the size of a football field, was covered with square grids and lines, two in a group. The instructor drove the car directly
into a square in the left corner, instructed me to place the stakes, and began teaching.
The weather in August was hot and humid. To make it easier to see the poles, the windows were all rolled up, and turning on the air conditioning was out of the question
. Teacher Yin said it was impossible to learn anything well without hard work, so amidst the engine's humming roar, I
felt like a steamed bun in a steamer, cooked through inside and out. After just a few trips, beads of sweat
trickled from my forehead down my neck and into my collar. I was like that, and she was no exception; the sweltering carriage
soaked her clothes through her sweat. At that moment, I felt lucky again, because Teacher Yin
's sports top was a white t-shirt, not too loose. When the shirt drooped, I could
see the edges of her lace bra through the semi-transparent fabric—a truly pleasing sight.
Little did I know, while my eyes enjoyed the view, my body was in for a rough time.
Being a new driver, I had difficulty controlling the car; my foot on the clutch was trembling, as if afraid the car would explode.
It was my first time learning to drive, so I was naturally nervous, especially since the instructor was known for hitting me. While diligently following her instructions
, I kept glancing at her hand on my knee.
Sure enough, hitting was a habitual action of hers. When I pressed the clutch intermittently
, her loud scolding followed.
"How are you doing that! Don't you have a foothold? Press it! Press it all the way down… then press the brake!"
"Release the clutch slowly, slowly… how can you not stall the car like that?" "You're
so stupid! Why are you braking when you're driving perfectly well? With me here, I'll run you over!"
The car wobbled and swayed, making me dizzy. Ms. Yin shouted several times to no avail, and angrily
slapped my thigh. "Slap, slap…"
Several times, my leg felt like it had been doused with oil, burning and painful. She was still angry, continuing
to berate my clumsiness while pinching a piece of flesh at the base of my thigh.
"Ouch! That hurts! I'm sorry! Teacher... I'm sorry!"
I cried out in pain, my eyebrows furrowed. I knew it wasn't the teacher's fault for being rough; it was because I was clumsy!
She had pinched my most sensitive spot, and it would definitely be bruised tomorrow. But even though it hurt, why was I excited?
I'm clearly afraid of pain!
The teacher released the flesh on my leg and instead grabbed my ear, pulling my upper body closer to her
.
"What are you doing? I've never seen such a clumsy student. I've taught you so many times, and you still can't drive a car properly.
You told me not to hit you, so why don't you drive properly? You're incredibly clumsy! I'm telling you, if you drive like this again... I'll really hit you
!"
Oh my god, I gasped. This wasn't a real hit? What would a real hit look like? My heart started pounding
, not because of the teacher's scolding, but because of the warmth of the hand on my ear.
This feeling is amazing! Being sternly reprimanded by a voluptuous beauty,
like a poor little slave being punished by her master. Oh, the perfume she's wearing smells so good, wafting into my nostrils, tempting my
senses. I almost closed my eyes and groaned.
Her instructions came again in my ears. She grabbed my hand on the steering wheel, helping me control the direction, while
I quickly pulled my legs together, afraid she'd see the slightest change in my body.
Throughout the day, I received many punishments due to my clumsiness, mostly on the back of my hands and thighs
where I was often hit. The teacher's punishment, especially on my already swollen and bruised areas, hurt so much I almost cried
.
"That's enough for today. I'll give you a ride home,"
Ms. Yin said with a smile, opening the car door. Her beautiful eyes curved into a graceful arc. When she wasn't teaching, she
seemed so gentle; it was hard to believe she was the culprit behind all my pain.
"Oh, teacher, is it convenient for you tonight? Let me treat you to dinner. I'm so clumsy, it's all thanks to your
patience."
I said insincerely, but the desire to invite her to dinner was genuine.
"Dinner? I... I'm still dressed like this?"
She looked at her outfit with some embarrassment, seemingly not very satisfied with her sweaty and disheveled appearance.
"Besides, you're tired, wouldn't it be better to go back and rest? We can go out to eat another day, it'll be my treat."
Since she said "no," I naturally didn't have the right to extend the invitation further. What I didn't understand was,
are all girls so concerned about their appearance?
Oh well, I shrugged and said in a cool tone, "Okay! But it has to be my treat. I
won't let my teacher treat me, especially a female teacher."
A pleasant atmosphere spread, and we chatted and laughed in the car, arriving at my dormitory in no time.
"Goodbye, Teacher Yin!"
I happily patted the car window, saying goodbye to her. Even after the white car disappeared from my sight, I stood
there, savoring the lingering fragrance of her scent. My ears and thighs were still warm and sore, but
touching them now brought only a flutter in my heart, no painful memories.
"Yay!"
I straightened my stiff back and skipped back to my dormitory. Ignoring the surprised
looks from my colleagues and neighbors, I hopped into my house like a child.
I can't wait to go online and chat with my online friends. I want to ask them who is as
lucky as me to have such a sexy and violent female teacher. I chuckled to myself, happily typing
away, all my thoughts flying to that parking lot.
Tomorrow, hurry up and come, I tossed and turned, thinking and hoping, recalling the scene of her twisting my ear,
my legs coming together again and again, my lower body hot and starting to swell, I slapped my little
brother mockingly, laughing at its slutty appearance.
Actually, thinking about it, it is me, doesn't its slutness prove my nature?
Impulsively, I opened those pictures and movies, I browsed them over and over, but it felt different than before.
The queen in every picture had become the teacher's incarnation, and the naked slaves kneeling at the queen's feet in every movie had been replaced by me.
I imagined her playing my favorite SM games with me, and I still couldn't fall asleep until late at night.
(II)
I only slept for 2 hours that night, and the excessive emptiness in my body made me too tired to get up.
The alarm clock kept ringing, forcing me to crawl out of the blanket and waddle into
the bathroom.
"Wow!"
I cried out as I sat on the toilet, noticing the bruises on my leg. I looked up and sure enough, it was
a patch of red and purple. "The teacher is really ruthless," I muttered to myself as I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
The clock struck 8. Without even eating breakfast, I grabbed a milk carton and rushed out the door.
Luckily, I wasn't late. Standing in the parking lot, I waited for her with a satisfied smile.
The milk was quickly finished, leaving only a crumpled paper bag in my hand. Seeing the teacher's
white car pull in, I stylishly tossed it into the trash can.
"Good morning, teacher!"
I greeted her warmly, opening the car door for her while I found some fun inside.
"You're here so early,"
Ms. Yin said. Today she was wearing a low-cut shirt and cream-colored shorts, and her pointed-toe, round-heeled shoes, though only
with low heels, were still so stylish that I couldn't take my eyes off them.
In SM games, I have a foot fetish and always enjoy looking at women's feet while strolling down the street. Although the teacher's feet
weren't the small, fair type I usually prefer, the lines were still very attractive, especially with her
long, shapely legs and the alluring curves.
"May I treat you today?"
I don't know why that question slipped out; it felt like I was some impatient, unwanted flirt.
"Hehe~~~,"
the teacher laughed, patting my shoulder. "If you show significant improvement today, we'll go, okay
?"
I nodded and quickly jumped into the car.
"Hmm, not bad. It would be great if you were always this diligent."
As today's training was nearing its end, Teacher Yin came to the car to praise me with satisfaction.
"Really? Then can I treat you to dinner?"
I was overjoyed, almost grabbing her hand on the car door.
The teacher paused for a moment, then smiled as if remembering something, and finally nodded: "Okay, consider it a reward
."
Teacher Yin agreed to my request.
"Put your things in the coach's room, then wait for me. We'll drive to dinner. Tell me our destination."
She headed straight for the third floor of the coach's building, to her own coach's lounge (the principal's niece certainly gets different treatment
). I guessed she was going to touch up her makeup.
My guess was right. When the teacher came downstairs, she looked completely refreshed. She
had let down her hair, and her beautiful face was lightly made up, adding a touch of charm. She
was still wearing a low-cut shirt and off-white shorts, paired with light leather shoes, looking capable and mature.
"Please, teacher."
I opened the car door, but instead led her to the driver's seat. I couldn't help it; I can't drive.
We chatted and laughed all the way to a famous bar-style restaurant. At my suggestion, the waiter
led us to a sofa table at the back. I introduced the teacher to some of the restaurant's signature dishes and also asked
the waiter for a bottle of red wine. Don't
let my young age fool you; I've been to places like this many times with my boss. I know what kind of food
attracts girls, and I know what kind of wine sweetens their throats.
Don't think of me as a lecherous womanizer; I'm just trying to create a good atmosphere with my teacher.
Since last night, I've decided to do what my friends suggested and find my own fun here. Right now, I'm
imagining her as half of my mistress.
I served her a sweet aperitif and diligently ordered plates of snacks.
"Teacher, I remember you said you love sweets. Here, try some; these are the best."
I could see the look of delight on Teacher Yin's face. For the rest of the time, I played the
role of the most obedient, compliant, and sensible little submissive, except I didn't address her as "mistress."
A woman of noble temperament should enjoy being served by a man like this; I've always believed that. I'm very
good at gentlemanly etiquette. During dinner, every word I said was carefully chosen, so that she wouldn't notice
anything unusual about my behavior, while maximizing my hidden enjoyment.
Everything went smoothly.
After a few rounds of drinks, I seized the opportunity when the teacher's face flushed and asked the question I wanted to ask: "Teacher,
do you have a boyfriend?"
She paused, and the wine glass she was about to bring to her lips stopped.
"No, don't misunderstand, I just wanted to know what kind of man a noble, elegant, and talented girl like
you would be worthy of. Teacher, please, please don't be angry,"
I explained nervously, afraid she would misunderstand me.
Everyone loves to hear compliments. Sure enough, after my explanation, the teacher had no more questions. She
took another sip of red wine and said to me with a slightly resentful expression, "I used to have one, but we broke up a long time ago."
She didn't have a boyfriend? This surprised and delighted me. I was surprised that such a wonderful girl was not appreciated, but delighted that I
might have many more opportunities.
"Why? Teacher, you're such a kind person... Can you tell me? Just consider me a friend."
I looked at her earnestly, staring into her eyes. A woman's eyes reveal many secrets, and they are also her most
vulnerable part—this is something I read in a book, and I've always remembered it.
It wasn't as difficult as I thought. The teacher simply looked away, paused, and then began to tell me her story.
"I've had two boyfriends, both very outstanding. One was a TV presenter, and the other was a policeman
."
She took another sip of red wine, looking melancholic and heartbroken. "Unfortunately, I couldn't keep their hearts. I once
thought I would cherish both relationships, but fate wouldn't allow me to be happy..."
The teacher frowned, pressing the wine glass to her smooth forehead. She seemed a little drunk, her tone quite
agitated.
"Because of my privileged family background and my mother's parenting style, I've always been rather domineering and
self-centered. This attitude has carried over into my romantic relationships. I want my partner to listen to my
arrangements and do what I want him to do, which seems perfectly normal to me... But... they couldn't stand it.
When they left me, they all said they couldn't tolerate my personality. They didn't like being bossed around in a relationship.
Let alone being bossed around by a woman, they couldn't accept that."
At this point, I felt a chill run down my spine. She had a strong S-type nature.
"Those two men really have no taste. It's their honor to have the teacher make demands and give orders;
how can they be so picky?"
I refilled the teacher's glass, flattering her as she spoke.
My words made her look up at me. That one glance sent my heart racing. Had she taken my words to heart?
What would she think of me? My palms, gripping the glass, began to sweat.
To my surprise, she merely glanced at me and continued, "Who says men can't listen to women
? I just like the feeling of being in control, is that wrong?"
She lowered her body, nestled in her arms, and sounded like she was about to cry.
"That's right! Men should listen to women~~ That's happiness!"
I quickly chimed in. Anyone who dared to say that was wrong, I'd be the first to beat them up. I even wished I had a woman who could give
me orders and make me do what she said.
"You're so good... If my boyfriend were you... that would be great..."
the teacher murmured, truly drunk.
I hadn't planned to get her drunk, but now I was dumbfounded. Who would drive her home like this?
"Waiter! The bill!"
I called out loudly and arranged for them to park the teacher's car in the restaurant parking lot. There was no other way;
I'd have to take a taxi and get her home first.
"Teacher, where do you live?"
I gently embraced her, letting her hair fall onto my chest. A fragrant aroma mingled with the scent of red wine surrounded
me, intoxicatingly sweet.
"Hmm... my home..."
The teacher raised her eyelids slightly, her gaze unfocused on my face. "703, Building A, Tianyuan Residential Complex... that's my...
my home..."
She mumbled the address, and I immediately told the driver to speed away.
When I stood inside that luxurious residence, carrying her on my back, I was speechless with astonishment.
I knew "Tianyuan Residential Complex" was a luxury residence, but I never imagined the superior environment the teacher described would be
so extravagant.
For someone like me, raised in an ordinary family, this house worth over two million was simply unimaginable
. The building even had a small second floor. I saw a spiral staircase leading up one side of the corridor, its thick,
dark wooden handrail wrapped with ropes thicker than a thumb, creating a rustic atmosphere in conjunction with the vines lining the corridor.
I carried her to the enormous sofa in the center, its shape resembling a daybed, making Teacher Yin, lying on it, alluring and captivating
. She was already half asleep. I hadn't expected her alcohol tolerance to be so low—just one bottle of red wine. I chuckled to myself
, like a naughty child.
"Teacher, you must be uncomfortable sleeping like that. Let me help you change your shoes; you'll be more comfortable."
I made an excuse for my actions, hesitatingly standing by the sofa, slowly bending my knees
.
When my kneecaps touched the soft carpet, I felt a strange electric current surge through my lower abdomen. The teacher
was still fast asleep, motionless, but the smooth curves of her body lying on the sofa and
the pair of white, jade-like legs lying before me made my little brother involuntarily harden.
"Damn, I just…"
I couldn't say anything to myself. I was the one who was going to be shameless and kneel beside her, yet strange
emotions were mixed in with my feelings. Shaking my head, I picked up one of her feet, slowly unfastened the strap, and took off the shoe.
At that moment, my heart was pounding, and my breathing was rapid. Slowly, I pulled down her stockings, watching her smooth feet gradually
unfold. Because the teacher was very tall, 172 cm, she had large
, broad feet. But large didn't mean unattractive; the lines from her toes to her heels were so tight and elegant, making
me want to bend down and kiss this unparalleled treasure.
"Oh, no… I… I have to wash her feet."
Reason prevailed over lust. I pinched my already bruised thigh, grimacing as I bent down to
take off her other shoe.
The faint scent of leather wafted from my hands. The shoe beside me and the stockings in my hands seemed like a devil
tempting another, baser side of myself. Finally, unable to resist the wafting fragrance, I buried my face in my hands,
rubbing my face with the stockings.
So smooth! The stockings still smelled of the teacher's feet. Aside from the leather smell of the shoes, I could only smell
a damp, sweaty scent mixed with the fresh scent of mint. This was the first time I'd ever smelled a woman's feet. The wonderful aroma made
me greedily lie on them, unwilling to get up. I turned the stockings inside out, trying to inhale every last bit of the scent
.
My groin felt uncomfortably swollen; I knew it was expanding uncontrollably, trying to break free of the confinement, but I had to
stop it. Reluctantly, I put down the stockings, tiptoed to my feet, and took the teacher's shoes to the bathroom.
I dared not do anything more, afraid I would lose control. I was completely obsessed with the smell of the teacher's stockings. The thought that
the source of that smell was her pair of white, smooth feet made me tremble uncontrollably. I longed to hold them in my arms.
"Oh, my god! What... control yourself!"
I called my own name, slapping my cheeks. The teacher was just an ordinary woman. If I went over
and kissed her feet now, it would scare her. If she woke up, would she think I was a pervert and never speak to me again?
Oh God, I don't want that. Thinking of this, I finally managed to control my lust and obediently washed the teacher's
stockings clean. However, my pants felt cool inside, as if there was some secretion stuck to them.
I was so pathetic, staring at the hard lump between my legs, my face felt like it was burning.
Carrying a basin of warm water, I returned to the hall. The teacher was still sleeping in the same position, her legs
reflecting the light from the ceiling, gleaming like pearls.
Seeing my mind was about to drift away again, I quickly slapped myself twice, knelt down in front of her again, and
carefully soaked her feet in the basin of water. Now, I dared not be presumptuous; my lower abdomen
was burning uncomfortably, and even the slightest movement caused my crotch to rub against me with intense arousal. I bent over, splashing water on the teacher's feet, gently washing them.
I inserted my fingers between her toes, rubbing back and forth, and massaged her heels with my palms.
She must be exhausted after teaching me all day. I so wished it was my tongue massaging her feet. I
never imagined I would be jealous of my own hands. After a long while, I finally felt I had washed her feet enough,
so I took out my wet hands and, groaning, put them in my mouth.
Like a baby nursing, I rubbed every drop of water off my hands before drying the teacher's feet.
Not daring to help her change her clothes, I simply carried her to her bedroom, covered her with a thin silk quilt, and
turned on the air conditioner for her. Staring at the basin of clean, clear foot-washing water, my cunning mind started scheming again. I
rummaged through the teacher's kitchen and easily found a plastic can of beverage. I drank it all in one gulp, rinsed it
thoroughly, and then put it into the teacher's foot-washing basin.
Before leaving, I knelt at the door and peered inside for a long time, truly imagining myself saying goodbye to my respected master.
Gently closing the door, I reluctantly carried that special can of beverage down the stairs.
I silently prayed that the teacher wouldn't be frightened when she woke up tomorrow. Even in the taxi, I kept looking up
at the teacher's window. Although it was completely dark, I knew that someone very important was sleeping inside
.
Back home, I had more to tell my friends. I looked forward to sharing my day's romantic encounter (let's call it a romantic encounter) with my fellow
enthusiasts.
The first time was a wonderful beginning. Today's events made me make a decision: I would pursue Teacher Yin Si.
I wanted her to be my girlfriend, and then, eventually, my esteemed master.
I made this decision in my heart.
(III)
The next day, I got up early again and arrived at the parking lot early, waiting for the teacher with a nervous heart.
The strange and exciting experience last night made me sleep very restlessly. I kept seeing the teacher's beautiful and elegant feet in my half-awake state
, or dreaming of her disgusted look at me.
Did she see the note I left? Did she know that I washed her socks? What would she think of me?
I sat on a plastic chair to the side, tearing at a newspaper in my hand, not knowing how to face her later.
"You're already here."
A gentle voice sounded above my head. I quickly looked up and saw Teacher Yin standing in front of me looking at me.
"Oh, yes. I've been here for a while. Teacher, your car..."
I didn't hear the sound of the engine.
The teacher smiled, a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. "Didn't you park at that restaurant yesterday? You left me
a note, right? It's too much trouble to get it this morning, so I'll teach you in my uncle's car today."
"Oh,"
she said, mentioning the note, which made me feel awkward too. "Yesterday, you...you drank a bit too much, so I...
"
She interrupted me, not letting me finish.
"I know, thank you. You go wait at the parking lot, I'll go borrow the car from my uncle."
The teacher glanced at me and left. I couldn't decipher the meaning in her eyes; it was vague, seemingly
inquiring, yet also amused, but there was no disgust.
Even as I absentmindedly climbed into the black BMW the teacher had driven, my mind was still trying to process
the possible meaning of that look.
"Stop—!"
The teacher's sharp voice came from outside the car. I frantically slammed on the brakes... "Bang!"
"Ouch!"
The car couldn't stop in time and crashed into a car on the adjacent marker. I had pushed over two poles, wedging them under the car
, and the rear of the car had a sizable dent—all the result of my inattentiveness.
"What are you doing! What were you thinking? How could you drive like that!"
The teacher practically roared as she charged at me, kicking me twice as I got out of the car. The hard soles of her shoes struck my
calves, almost knocking me to my knees. I was terrified that such an expensive car had been
damaged in my care.
I hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry! Teacher, I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" "
Does an apology do any good? How did you manage to back up the car today? You always make mistakes. What were you thinking?"
The teacher's anger didn't subside with my apology; instead, she kicked my backside even harder. Although I was
terrified, the kick still made my body jolt.
"Teacher, I'll pay for it, the damage to the car...let me pay for it."
I trembled, still trying to plead, not for the car's damage, but because I was afraid the teacher would be angry with
me and dislike me.
"Can you afford to pay for it?"
The teacher squinted at me, her tone carrying a hint of something I didn't understand. "Come with me, you
explain it to my uncle yourself."
She tugged at my ear, making me obediently follow her towards the coach's office building.
The second time I went with the teacher to the third-floor office, she didn't take me to see her uncle, but instead led me directly...
I entered the spacious room.
From the moment I stepped inside, she ignored me completely, and unlike before, she didn't invite me to sit down. Instead, she went straight to
the chair she had sat in the last time I was there. She sat down, crossing one leg high, allowing me to clearly see that she
was wearing a pair of black leather sandals with mid-heel. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the table, her eyes fixed on
my feet.
"How are you going to pay for my car? Do you think you can afford it?"
The teacher seemed so arrogant at that moment. Even though she was sitting in the chair, I still felt she was
looking down on me, like an ant at my feet.
"I... I've saved quite a bit of my salary. The money for the repairs should... should be enough..."
I stammered again. At times like this, I was always afraid of her.
The teacher brought her hands to her chest, intertwining her fingers, and stared at me for a while: "What were you thinking about just now?
Why were you daydreaming? You were doing quite well yesterday."
She suddenly changed the subject, bringing up something that made me feel guilty.
I opened my mouth several times, but couldn't utter a word. I couldn't very well tell her the truth—I was thinking about washing her feet last night.
My hesitant manner seemed to annoy her. She kicked her legs, which were crossed, and suddenly asked
a question that terrified me: "Why are you always looking at my feet? Are they that attractive to you?"
I looked up sharply to meet her gaze, seeing a familiar air of authority reflected in that deep pool of eyes.
"You washed my feet and socks yesterday, didn't you? I'm just your driving instructor. Do you need to
do so much? Even if you wanted to take care of me when I was drunk, you didn't need to wash my socks so clean." There was a hidden
meaning in her words, and I understood.
Did she hate me? Did she despise me?
I frantically searched her eyes for answers, but I saw nothing but authority and arrogance.
"Teacher, I'm...I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to..."
I started apologizing again, my knees trembling uncontrollably, almost unable to stand. I didn't know
what I was apologizing for. Was it because of the car? Was it my abruptness in washing her feet last night? Or was it that I shouldn't have looked at the teacher's feet?
"You like women's feet?"
The teacher finally spoke again, her voice calm, without the fear I felt before. I swallowed
hard and nodded hesitantly.
"Then you like my feet too?"
she asked again, shaking her crossed leg and gently rotating her ankle.
Seeing me nod again, the teacher stood up. She walked to my side and whispered in my ear, "
How much do you like them? Would you kneel down for my feet?"
Those words shattered all my carefully constructed facade. Without a word, I knelt down, my knees
hitting the ground hard, but I didn't feel pain. I lay there, my head so close to her feet. But I didn't
dare touch them.
"Teacher, please, please punish me. I... I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have washed your socks without your permission. Punish me."
My forehead was pressed against the ground, every nerve in my body was taut, and my lower abdomen felt like it had been set
ablaze. I didn't care about saving face, nor did I care about the time or place. I just wanted the teacher's foot to
step on me, or to kick me hard, to shatter my worthless bones. In that instant, my masochistic
nature erupted without warning. I didn't even have time to consider why she made me kneel.
Something was kicking my head; I felt it was the teacher's heel. My body trembled,
growing more excited with each of the teacher's movements. Just as I was about to reach out and grab her foot, I heard
hurried footsteps outside the coaching room.
"Yin Si, are you in there?"
It was her uncle, the principal.
I scrambled to my feet faster than ever before, brushing the dust off my clothes. I looked at the teacher in terror,
my eyes filled with pleading. She glanced at the door, calmly pushed me down onto the sofa, and went
to open the door.
"Uncle, what's wrong?"
"I heard my car was hit. How could you be so careless? Who…?"
"It's alright, it was a little accident while I was teaching students. Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you. A
week from now, I'll definitely get you a brand new car. You don't need to worry about it…"
Teacher Yin pushed him into the hallway to speak, her voice becoming increasingly indistinct. I was left alone on the sofa,
trembling. I never knew I could be so timid. I've always been fearless, but
Teacher Yin… she made me reveal my most vulnerable side.
The teacher returned, her expression returning to its usual seriousness. I quickly stood up, timidly looking down at her.
"This isn't the place to talk. I told my uncle I was on my way this afternoon. You'll be coming out with me in a bit."
She stood there, arms crossed. "I have something to ask you."
After saying that, she suddenly laughed, patted my shoulder, and reassured me in a playful voice,
"Seeing how nervous you are, you don't have to pay for the car accident. I'm the instructor, so the responsibility is mine
. Don't worry. I was just joking with you!"
She said it was a joke, but I felt the truth was different. Her expression, demeanor, and
behavior just now didn't seem like a joke. Did she also know what SM was?
With these questions in mind, I went back to the training ground to pack my things and left the school with the teacher, hailing a taxi.
On the way, the teacher kept talking to me about random things, not mentioning the kneeling incident (although I knelt
down myself), but I felt her gaze always revealed interest in me.
"This is your second time at my house."
The teacher turned back and glanced at me as she opened the door, her lips curving in a suggestive way. She made me change out of my slippers and pulled me
to her study.
The room was filled with CDs and books, taking up an entire wall, arranged in a very modern style. On the other side, a
transparent computer was beeping, as if it was downloading something.
"Come on, let me show you something, something related to your interests,"
the teacher said mysteriously, sitting down at the computer desk and pausing its unfinished work. She skillfully typed on the keyboard, and I could tell
she was searching for hidden files on the computer.
When the familiar SM images appeared on the computer screen, I don't know what I was muttering.
Each beautiful picture was one of my favorite foot fetish images. Watching the men in the pictures happily licking women's
toes and heels, and eating the food they had stepped on, my little brother started to stir again.
"You like these, right? Do you like doing this?"
The teacher turned her head, waiting for my answer with great interest.
I looked at the teacher, my heart overflowing with excitement. She knew about SM, she really knew
. Did she like it too? Was my luck finally turning? I had so much to say, but I didn't know what to say, only
repeating "I, I..."
Just as I stood there, at a loss, the teacher kicked me, a light kick that was enough to make me kneel on
the ground. "Teacher Yin, you...you..."
I didn't know what to do, what to say. Despite my usual cleverness, kneeling before her now,
I felt like a schoolchild. Although I had always hoped for a queen in real life, actually kneeling before her
, I felt so useless.
"You like SM, you like my feet, you're a foot fetishist. Am I right?"
the teacher asked me again.
This time, I blushed and nodded. She saw right through me, like I was naked . 　　"It's lucky to find someone in this circle." 　　The teacher stepped on my thigh, looking particularly happy at my blushing face. "There are so 　　many submissives online who bother me, but who knows if they're good or bad? Submissives need to be carefully selected too.
I can't just 　　abuse everyone, can I?" 　　After confirming that I liked it too, the teacher became particularly lively. She immediately started teasing me, playing 　　with my bangs and letting her fingers wander across my face. 　　"I really like you. You're very outgoing and humorous, the kind of boy I like. If 　　you hadn't washed my feet yesterday, I wouldn't have noticed you staring at them. I guessed you might like this, and I 　　was right." 　　She looked at me as if I were an object, pulling my ear and making my head sway back and forth. 　　"Xu what? You hit my car, how are you going to compensate me? How about you use your body instead?" 　　The teacher pinched my chin and said this to me very seriously. 　　"Compensate... with my body?" 　　At this moment, my mind wandered. Why does this feel so much like an early Hong Kong martial arts film? 　　The teacher pulled a file from the bookshelf, took out a few bound sheets of paper, and threw them in front of me. 　　"Take a look. If you agree, we'll sign it." 　　She pressed my head down, making me kneel at her feet to read the document. It was a slave contract. 　　The teacher ruffled the hair at the back of my head and said to me, "You have your driving test at the end of this month, and my friend happens to be the examiner 　　. Do you think if you don't pass the test, will your boss still value you? If you lose your job, 　　how will you compensate me for my car?" 　　She was threatening me. I was startled. Was she going to force me to be her slave? 　　She threw another pen in front of me, stomped on it, and rolled it around in front of my nose. "Think it over carefully. 　　If you sign, I can protect you. Not only will you pass the exam safely, but even the car issue can 　　be wiped clean." 　　Looking at the pen being stomped on, I imagined myself rolling under her foot. Staring at the contract in front of me 　　, I read it word by word. Far from feeling humiliated by the threat, I felt a surge 　　of excitement. 　　She wanted to take me as a slave? Really? Wouldn't that make me a submissive with a master? 　　Excitement chased away my initial tension and fear. I reached out and held the teacher's foot, biting the pen in my mouth and 　　slowly pulling it away. Although the teacher's foot was straining, my dog-like head-shaking while biting the pen made her 　　laugh until she was exhausted. 　　Finally, I got the pen and quickly signed my name at the end of the contract, writing "Xu Shenme 　　" in big letters, as if afraid she would change her mind. I held the contract with both hands and handed it over. 　　"Master, from now on, Xu is your slave. Please give your orders." 　　Teacher Yin was startled by my obedient appearance. She seemed to think that a slave like me, who was obtained through coercion, should not 　　be so docile. However, this surprise was only for a moment. She immediately kicked my face and said, "You really are 　　a bastard to the core, Xu. You really know how to talk. I wanted you to be my submissive 　　because I liked your obedience and cleverness. I was right... Wait for me here, take off your clothes... Kneel and wait for me." 　　(IV) 　　The teacher abandoned her orders and went into the bathroom alone. After her figure disappeared through the crack in the door, I quickly got up and 　　took off all my clothes. However, I covered my genitals and stood there hesitating for a long time. I didn't know whether 　　I should take off my underwear as well. I tried to recall the performance of submissives in movies and thought about the teacher's personality and usual behavior 　　. In the end, I put on my underwear with a red face. 　　"Who told you to put on clothes? Didn't you hear me?" 　　I suddenly heard her yell at me while I was waiting for the teacher. She strode over and stepped on my 　　head, which was already pressed against the ground, grinding it hard a few times. The force pressed down on the back of my head, making my forehead 　　scrape several centimeters against the hard, smooth floor. 　　"Have you ever seen a dog wear clothes? You idiot!" 　　I couldn't lift my head, and I only felt the teacher grab the edge of my underwear. Just one tug... "Rip!" The not-so 　　-fragile underwear tore open with a snap, the left side completely ripped off, leaving the elastic band on the right side 　　digging tightly into my flesh. 　　"Ah..." 　　I cried out. The teacher's actions were so rough. My already slightly warm penis quickly 　　swelled up with the sound of the tearing fabric. 　　The teacher kicked me, unhappy that I had made a sound. She threw a bunch of clattering things on the ground and 　　made me get up and kneel down. Not daring to rub the spot where I'd been kicked, I slowly stood up, my legs pressed together, my swollen penis 　　exposed before her. 　　"Your cunt's got quite a big one, huh?"

The teacher saw my erect penis sandwiched between my legs, intrigued by its bright red color. She lifted my
head and stepped on it, using the sole of her shoe to "massage" my aroused genitals, grinding and rubbing it. "Look,"
she said, using the tip of her shoe to lift the glans, making it shyly raise its head, "it's still pink. Tell your
master, are you still a virgin?"
I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed by the question. "Yes, Master
, this servant is a virgin, never been disciplined."
The teacher stared at my face. I saw her gaze filled with naked lust and contempt. Under her
gaze, I felt my face burning, as if she were peeling away a layer of my skin, examining me from the outside in. She was revealing everything about
me, layer by layer. I remained bowed, shy and helpless, until her gaze swallowed me
whole.
She picked up the loose pieces from the ground and began hanging them on me one by one: first, a triangular iron
band around my waist, resembling iron underwear, with openings at the front and back to expose my penis and anus; the remaining five rings, like the headbands worn by the Red Boy,
tightly bound my neck, hands, and ankles; each accessory was
locked to the main iron underwear with chains of varying thicknesses, clanging loudly. The teacher wrapped up the excess chains, binding me so that I could only
maintain a kneeling, forward-leaning posture.
"You must learn to obey and get used to bowing your head before me."
The teacher kicked my buttocks repeatedly, causing me to fall to the ground again and again, but I quickly returned to my original
position so she could give me a second, heavier blow.
When the teacher became a little out of breath, she grabbed the chain around my neck and pulled me up the ladder. Her movements
were violent and forceful, without considering whether the tightly fastened iron bands would break my neck. That's how I was taken
to the place where I experienced my first SM training.
"Once you're inside this door, you're an animal."
The teacher stood in front, glancing down at me as if I weren't even human. "You must do exactly as I say,
be a good slave, a dog. If you disobey, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The teacher laid it all out beforehand, then pulled me inside by the iron chain.
It was a room of about 50 square meters, the overall layout continuing the feel of the corridor and escalator. In one
corner of the room was a fake tree, the roof covered with intricate, lush branches and leaves. The trunk was as thick as a person could hug,
and the branches extending from both sides, together with the trunk, resembled a cross. There were also some vine-like things
hanging down from the roof, seven or eight of varying thicknesses.
Under the trunk was a large, surprisingly big, black wooden bed, its sturdy build not like something a girl would sleep on,
also wrapped with hemp rope as thick as a thumb. The remaining furniture consisted of matching black wooden armchairs, chairs with backrests, a wooden cabinet,
and a wooden cage in the opposite corner, big enough to hold Tarzan. Looking at these things, I tried to guess
their purpose. Although they weren't quite the same as what I'd seen before, the teacher explained it was to cover up their true nature,
so I didn't question them.
"Now, kowtow and call me Master. You should thank me for giving you this opportunity to be trained, and thank me for
taking a liking to you as my dog."
The teacher sat in the armchair, crossed her legs, and placed her feet on my forehead. From this height, I could see her
attire clearly: a reddish-brown velvet dress, a short skirt and short sleeves revealing her navel, and a pair of matching high
boots that reached all the way up to her thighs, only sparingly revealing a small section of her snow-white, beautiful legs, tempting me to drool.
She wasn't dressed as sexy and alluring as in adult films, but she possessed a unique, noble charm.
I strained to see the boots on her head; I wished she wasn't wearing shoes at all. I longed to step on her soft, warm feet,
exuding a captivating scent like her socks.
I met her gaze, understood her meaning, and obediently lowered myself, kowtowing at her feet, trying to make
a sound. I spoke as she requested, adding my heartfelt words, knowing she would love to hear them. I
kissed her shoes and loudly called her "Master," a cry from my heart—I finally had a master.
"Doggy, crawl around a couple of times, let me see,"
the teacher commanded. From now on, I had to call her "Master." The moment I heard her call me "Doggy," my lower body
hardened. The swollen skin felt uncomfortable from the tight metal underwear, as if the outfit was a size too small.
I barked and got up, deliberately rubbing against her legs as I walked past her, which earned me
several kicks from her.
"Woof~!"
My comical appearance pleased her master. She happily stood up and kicked my butt and belly to make
me crawl faster. "Roll over, come on, good doggy."
She stepped on my side and stomped me hard to the ground. I clumsily lay down, then rolled over and got up again,
barking incessantly, like a pampered pet dog, comical and laughable.
"Woof~~~~~~~ Woof!"
My genitals began to heat up, the base of my penis aching and itching from the violent rolling. I squeezed my legs together,
slowly rolling like a dog with its tail between its legs.
After I rolled over for the nth time, the teacher stepped on my chest, making me
stand on my limbs like an overturned turtle.
"You look like a mangy dog... Look at yourself, tell me, do you like me playing with you like this?
Do you like this despicable version of yourself?"
She pointed to a mirror on the side, making me turn my head to look at myself, to see my dog-like appearance. That naked
body lay there so unsightly on the ground, like a lump of mud under the master's feet.
A surge of excitement welled up inside me. Looking at my own appearance and the master's haughty expression, my nerves
tightened, and I desperately wanted her to crush me. "Master, stomp on your dog as hard as you can, crush me!"
I pleaded, writhing as the teacher's boots moved between my legs.
"Ahhhhhh! Master!"
My voice was filled with both pain and pleasure. The lump of flesh between my legs was being crushed and ground by the master's foot. Even
swollen into a hard stick, it couldn't withstand her force. Several times, I even felt her heel digging into
my testicles, the pain making me scream for mercy. But I knew the teacher wouldn't stop, because she said she liked hearing me scream.
She came out, enjoying listening to her dog's spineless whimpers.
Perhaps my voice provoked the teacher, for after stomping for a while, she moved her foot to my face. The hard
sole of her shoe dug into my lips, the heel dangling over my eyes, as if it might crush them at any moment, leaving two
bloody holes to replace my eyes. I was terrified, squeezing my eyes shut and stammering, "Master, I'm scared."
"Scared of what? Useless thing, lick the sole clean. This foot of yours just stepped on your lowly
body, licking away all the sweat from my sole. Your filth doesn't deserve to soil your master's shoes!"
She stomped on my lips, nose, and cheeks, rubbing the 'filth' from her shoe
onto my face. Actually, her shoes were new, without even a hint of dust, how could they be dirty?
However, my master's command made me realize that her shoes were indeed, as she said,
stained by my excited sweat and the little bit of saliva squeezed out from my genitals, and I was desperately licking them with my tongue.
While licking the soles of her shoes, I kept saying sorry and begging for her forgiveness.
At this moment, I secretly glanced at the teacher a few times. She was standing straight, her chin held high, only
her beautiful eyes glancing at me from under her eyelids.
"Licking with great excitement, oh? Looking at you like a lapdog, it seems like you haven't eaten in eight lifetimes. Your
shoes are delicious, aren't they?"
"Yes, yes, your shoes are the best food I've ever tasted in my life. Thank you, master, for giving me this
opportunity. Thank you, master."
I licked more and more excitedly, almost letting my saliva submerge the soles of her shoes. For a full ten minutes,
I was still licking in a curled-up position, my hands and feet sore and numb that I couldn't lift them, but I didn't dare touch the ground, much less touch
my master's feet.
"Want to lick my feet? Do you really want to worship them with your lips?"
My master stepped on my tongue. I didn't dare pull back, only vaguely saying yes and nodding vigorously. But the master
removed her foot, mocking my greed: "Do you think you're worthy?"
She sneered at my appearance, turning to make me climb with her to the artificial tree in the house.
"You little slut, stand up and climb the tree now, put your hands and feet on the branches."
My master commanded, loosening some of the overly tight chains. I quickly obeyed, lying naked on the tree,
feeling the artificial bark rubbing against my skin and delicate genitals.
The sound of my master's shoes tapping the ground behind me grew fainter and fainter, until it returned to my side. I curiously turned
my head and saw a bundle of black and white rope.
My master circled the tree and me several times, deftly binding me. The rope coiled into a
beautiful net-like pattern on my body, the black and white rope highlighting the tender flesh on my back and buttocks.
"You little slut, do you know how beautiful you look like this!"
My master's voice was excited. Because I was tied up with ropes, I couldn't look back. Not being able to see what was happening behind me
made me extremely uneasy. I didn't know what my master was going to do to me next. I answered tremblingly, "As long as my master
likes it, this dog is willing to be tied up by my master every day."
I twisted my neck hard, but I couldn't see anything. I wanted to beg for mercy, I wanted to ask my master how she planned to deal
with me, but I didn't dare. I just waited silently and nervously, until the whip came flying through the air.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Caught off guard, I screamed miserably, feeling as if the skin on my back was being burned. I shouted
, "Master, no, Master... I'm scared, no!"
My screams did not earn my master's sympathy. She ignored my pleas and lashed out with five or
six more lashes before stopping.
With each lash, I screamed out loud. I was terrified, truly terrified. The pain made my already aroused
lower body tremble. "Master, please, please... please don't hit the dog anymore, please
..."
I pleaded with her, like a helpless little wretch, my voice trembling with tears.
"I love you like this, I love the whip marks on your body. You little slut, you look so sexy
."
A soft, panting voice sounded in my ear. The teacher was actually licking my ear from behind. A tingling sensation
quickly spread throughout my body, not only making me moan the most lewd sounds, but also revitalizing my limp penis
.
The master's tongue was so playful; it burrowed into my ear canal, moving in and out like making love; it also enveloped my
earlobe, causing a new shiver to travel to my lower abdomen; as it slowly climbed down my neck and slid down my shoulders and
back, my penis swelled with unbearable passion. My mistress's tongue roamed over my back, each time licking a raised
welt, she would gently nibble at it with her teeth, letting me experience a cool, refreshing pleasure amidst the slight pain
.
"Mistress, oh~~~ Mistress!"
I hunched my shoulders, straightened my neck, all my senses were aroused, completely forgetting that these welts
were just a gift to me.
"I love you, little puppy,"
the teacher murmured, and taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, she squeezed a lubricated dildo
into my narrow anus.
Ouch! Another wave of pain jolted me from my blissful reverie. I cried out, tears streaming down my face.
"Spare me, spare me, mistress, no, please...please spare me..."
I twisted and struggled desperately, clenching the muscles around my anus to try and expel it, but
with my mistress pressing against me from behind, all my efforts were in vain.
Perhaps she was tired of my cries, or perhaps she felt it was an insult to me. Just as I was screaming
, a warm, damp cloth was stuffed into my mouth. "Mmm..."
I couldn't make a sound; my mouth was filled with a damp, slightly fishy smell.
"How does it taste, Master? This is honey I brewed because of your slutty behavior, it's delicious."
The teacher smiled wickedly, making me realize that the cloth in my mouth was actually her underwear.
Seeing that I had calmed down a bit, she pressed the switch on the dildo. In an instant, I experienced
the sensations of a woman having sex; something hard was wriggling and rotating inside my warm, moist anus, a mixture of pain and pleasure, with my master...
Humiliated by the other side, I was no longer afraid of pain, only a swelling in my lower body, a feeling of needing to urinate.
"You are mine now, possessed by me. Happy? What does it feel like to be your master's little bitch?"
The teacher took off her panties, breathed into my ear, and compared me to a bitch, making my face burn with shame
.
"Doggy, doggy is so lewd now, the most lewd little bitch of your master."
I answered by biting my lip, while enduring the waves of pain in my lower body. Although my body and mind were in a
state of extreme excitement, the pain of being played with by my master was becoming more and more obvious.
"Ah...ah..."
My voice grew louder and louder, no longer entirely a tone of pleasure and excitement, but containing the pain of endurance.
"Master...it hurts...ah, ah...Master..."
I began to beg for mercy, unable to bear the pain of possession in my lower body.
The aggressive vibrations stopped abruptly, and the sudden emptiness left me slumped against the tree, panting heavily.
The teacher abruptly cut the rope. Without the strength to support my limp body, I
rolled like a ball to my master's feet.
A familiar foot stepped onto my chest. The teacher, high above me, looked at me with a flushed face.
"Doggy, do you like me treating you like this? Don't you regret it?"
There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes, a hint of reluctance I couldn't decipher, but I nodded frantically in
agreement. Of course I didn't regret it. I'd rather die than lie at those feet. "Master, doggy loves you,
doggy admires you! Whatever you do to me is my blessing. I only wish to lie at your feet and lick the soles of your
shoes and your feet."
My master was satisfied. She removed my foot from my chest and placed it near my face.
"Haven't you always wanted to lick my feet? Since you're so obedient, I'll grant you the privilege of licking my toes
."
She glanced at me with such contempt, even as she spoke of a reward, her disdain remained.
"Really? Can I really kiss your toes?"
I rolled over and sat up. After seeing my mistress nod again, I kowtowed several times. "Thank you,
mistress, for the dog!"
I eagerly knelt down at her feet, using my mouth to find the zipper on her shoe. Gently biting her nose, I
slowly began to unzip the zipper. As her fair and delicate skin emerged from the boot seam, that familiar and anticipated
scent began to waft out. This time, it wasn't as light and minty as before, but rather a rich,
moist aroma that wafted towards me. As the zipper opened wider, the scent mixed into a current that
assaulted my sense of smell. I greedily drank in the fragrance, drowning in it, every pore of my body permeated with
it. The instep was already exposed, and I pulled even harder on the boot, trying to pull it away from my mistress's
beautiful feet. When her soft, white feet were freed from the boot's confinement, the rich, intoxicating air instantly became a torrent,
overwhelming me with its pleasant scent. I pressed my face against her skin, flaring my nostrils as much as possible,
not wanting a single drop of her fragrance to escape.
I tentatively stuck out my tongue, and the moment it touched her skin, my whole body went limp.
Following the methods in the movies, I diligently licked my mistress's feet, as if savoring an exquisite delicacy.
To hear my mistress's sounds of pleasure, I licked even more vigorously. Gradually, my lower body heated up, as if nerves
were throbbing and pulsating within it. I dared not touch it with my hands; I could only kneel and
lick in an awkward position, legs clamped together. My mistress noticed my unusual behavior. She pulled her toes out and instead placed them on my penis.
"Look at you, so horny, are you craving it, little puppy?"
She clamped my penis tightly. I frowned and said yes, my body so weak I could barely kneel.
"If you can't kneel, lie down and play by yourself. I want to see how you usually masturbate."
With my mistress's command, I lay down, grasping my penis and stroking it up and down, timidly watching my mistress
's admiring expression. I felt a surge of pleasure; I wanted her to know that all my adoration was for her,
all my humiliation was for my noble and beautiful mistress. Holding my mistress's toes in my mouth, my moans grew louder
and louder. After a while, my mistress seemed to feel something too. She pulled her foot back, walked to my face, lifted her short
skirt, and straddled my neck, sitting down.
A faint, fishy, damp scent approached my nostrils. A budding orchid gradually bloomed before my eyes. I panted,
raised my head, and tremblingly took the beautiful flower in my mouth. The petals trembled, and a few drops of warm, moist nectar
dripped onto my face. Heat emanated from the flower's heart, sending a tingling sensation through my lower body. With a cry of "Oh!", I
frantically lunged forward, using my tongue to catch the remaining nectar from the flower's heart.
For the next few moments, I forgot how crazy and depraved I had been. I only remembered drinking
all the sweet nectar in my mouth, only remembered screaming beneath my master's crotch in my final collapse.
When I finally crawled out from under my master, my face and body were covered in sticky, wet liquid. My master practically
dragged me into the adjacent bathroom, where I submitted beneath her, kneeling and washing her
entire body, and taking responsibility for cleaning all the sheets and clothes we had stained.
I spent that night beside my master, locked in a wooden cage, watching her figure
until late into the night before finally falling asleep.
Online, I changed my name to "Car Slave" because my master—Teacher Yin Si—
loved to restrain me and throw me into the back seat while driving. Whenever I hear my teacher humming a song by some celebrity while
driving, oblivious to everything else, I feel acutely insignificant, like some object to my noble
teacher, utterly dispensable. I always feel inferior and worthless at these moments.
This binding might be a tight knot from head to toe, a simple leather strap, or
even a pair of gleaming police handcuffs, head and feet together. But no matter how I'm bound or restrained,
it's all willingly done, and it's what my master most desires. At these times, I'll meekly meow twice, rubbing against
my master's hand, thanking her for binding me. Each time I do this, I receive a reward—
a slap or a kiss, unpredictable, depending solely on my master's pleasure.
For the first time since starting work, I genuinely thanked my boss, my stubborn and strict "antique" section chief.
Without him, I would never have achieved my lifelong dream. I began to seriously learn to drive and diligently
served my mistress's daily needs. I became her servant, devoted to her needs.
These past few days have been the happiest and most carefree time of my life; I didn't even want to go to work
or go home.
Being by my mistress's side felt like being in heaven.
"Would you like to have a dog serve you for life?"
I once asked my instructor, and the answer was a large paw print on my face. As the exam date
drew closer, I desperately wanted to retake it several times, but my mistress threatened me, and I dared not trade her teaching
quality for my happiness.
However, I still believed that as long as I was my mistress's submissive, I had the right and opportunity to approach her, to pursue
her, so that I could have more opportunities to serve her. I always felt I was performing well, and that my mistress must be
very satisfied with me. But a few days after I became complacent, a major event occurred.
(V)
This day was my birthday, my 21st birthday.
A few nights earlier, when I told my mistress I wanted to treat her to cake, she was very surprised.
She thought about it for a long time, then told me not to prepare anything and just wait until that day, when she
would celebrate my birthday with me.
My mistress was going to personally organize my birthday party? I couldn't believe it. I knew my mistress was very romantic, and
she would definitely come up with many novel ideas for my birthday. But she was my mistress! Celebrating a servant's
birthday? I was a little overwhelmed.
After waiting for several long years (isn't it said that every day feels like a year?), I finally saw the sun rise over my mistress
's balcony on my birthday.
Kneeling on the back seat of the car, I tried to get information out of my mistress, but the clever woman always dodged the question and refused
to tell me what preparations were needed. So, we arrived at the parking lot.
"Teacher Yin, someone's looking for your student, Xu something. He's waiting outside the parking lot."
When someone ran up to tell me this, I had no idea it would change my relationship with my boss. I
lowered my head and respectfully asked for leave: "Boss, I'm just going out for a bit."
As I ran out the door, I saw our company's secretary, Dong Xin, under a willow tree.
She was a smart and quick-witted woman who had joined the company at the same time as me, half a year younger than me, and had always been highly regarded by her superiors
. But why was she looking for me?
"Dong Xin? Hello, you wanted to see me?"
I wondered if something had happened at the company.
She approached me with a smile, stood in front of me, and looked up at me, her gaze surprisingly intense.
"Xu something, how's your driving lesson going? I was out on business for the company today and just happened to be passing by. I have
some good news to tell you."
She tugged at my sleeve, smoothing out the wrinkles.
I was startled and quickly and subtly stepped back, staring at her strangely. Why was she being so enthusiastic today
? She didn't notice my awkwardness, instead taking a handkerchief from her bag and wiping my forehead.
"It's so hot, learning to drive must be tough, right? Look how hot you are, you've even gotten a tan."
Her attitude towards me was as natural as a couple's, but I couldn't handle it. I used to admire
her, thinking she was very capable, but she was arrogant and looked down on me.
Although I've always admired proud women, seeing Dong Xin bossing around
people of the same social class and loudly criticizing colleagues for minor mistakes instantly made me nauseous. I don't know why, but I just hated
seeing her face.
"Thanks, what's up? Let's get to it quickly, I need to go back to practice driving, my exam is coming up soon."
I took her hand away and pretended to walk to the shade of a tree to escape her enthusiastic onslaught.
She followed me, as if wanting to curry favor, and said, "The section chief has decided to promote you. He's always admired
you, which is why he sent you to driving lessons and is even planning to recommend you as the bureau chief's personal driver. I put in a good word for you, you know.
How are you going to thank me?"
Her words made all her enthusiastic actions clear. Watching her mouth open and
close, uttering words of envy and congratulations, I couldn't understand why I had ever admired such a mercenary and opportunistic
woman.
She leaned closer to me, her smile as bright as a flower: "If I remember correctly, today is your birthday, right?
To celebrate your double happiness, I'd like to invite you to my house for dinner. I'm a very good cook, and it'll be a good opportunity to celebrate your
birthday too."
Celebrate her birthday? I'd be lucky if I didn't throw the cake in his face. I frowned, preparing to politely refuse
her.
Just then, the teacher's car screeched to a halt beside us. Teacher Yin Si
sat in the car with an unfriendly expression, saying in a resentful voice, "Xu what? We need to practice driving. I don't have time for your flirting
."
The teacher's expression sent a chill down my spine. She...she saw Dong Xin's actions? I became worried.
"I'm sorry, Dong Xin. I have to go. I have an exam soon, and if I fail, the section chief definitely won't
forgive me. The task is important; let's celebrate my birthday later. The teacher is urging me, so I'm leaving."
After saying this, I quickly got into the car, obediently sitting next to my master, not daring to look at Dong Xin again.
The car roared away, belching out a cloud of black smoke, causing Dong Xin to cover her mouth and nose and keep a distance.
I knew the teacher was doing it on purpose; I saw Dong Xin angrily stomping her handkerchief in the rearview mirror.
Even after the car had driven quite a distance, the teacher remained silent with a dark expression.
She was angry.
"Get in!"
A toneless voice squeezed out from the teacher's nose. I sheepishly knelt on the ground, carrying my master as we crawled
through the door and up to the second floor.
This was my usual ritual when I came here, but today I felt a heavy weight on my heart, as if something was pressing down on it
.
When I opened the door, I was speechless with astonishment at what I saw.
The room had been decorated; colorful little lights hung from the vines and leaves on the ceiling, like wind chimes.
The tree swayed and rattled as a round, dark wooden table appeared beneath it, laden with various dishes and red wine. In the center of the table stood
an exquisite bronze candlestick, three bright red candles burning upright.
"Today is your birthday,"
the teacher said, her voice clearly laced with sarcasm. I saw her lips twist unnaturally. "So many
people are celebrating your birthday, huh…you're really popular."
I cursed that damned Dong Xin inwardly. She'd gotten me into this misunderstanding with my master. It seemed my master had indeed seen her wiping
my sweat. I looked around, unsure how to explain myself.
"Let's eat. But I ordered all the dishes. I'm not like others, I'm not a good cook."
She was talking about Dong Xin. Sweat streamed down my forehead; she'd even heard Dong Xin's words. What…what should I
do…
After much hesitation and struggle, I decided to confess. Using both hands and feet, I crawled to my mistress, hugging her leg,
and honestly said, "Mistress, mistress... please don't be angry, I have nothing to do with her. Yes,
I admired her before, but it was just admiration, really just admiration, that was two years ago. She came today
to congratulate me, saying I might get promoted by my boss, and then she wanted to treat me to dinner... but I didn't plan
to go. Even if you hadn't come, I was going to refuse her. Mistress, mistress, you have to believe me.
I only have you in my heart, I only care about you!"
I said in one breath, and seeing my mistress's expression soften, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm going to punish you."
Just when I thought my mistress had forgiven me, she uttered these words. Without warning, my mistress
grabbed my hair and dragged me towards the dining table.
Several slaps landed on my face, and I was pushed dizzily into one of the chairs. A
series of clanging sounds followed as my master swiftly handcuffed me to the armrests.
The overhead light was turned off, and the candles in the center of the table were lit. My teacher pulled my hair and said, "I'm going to give
you a very special birthday."
She said this with a smile, but in the alluring candlelight, I saw a cruel glint in her eyes.
I trembled involuntarily, wanting to beg for mercy but having no right to.
"Happy birthday, doggy." My
master picked up the fruit cake from the table and lit the 21 artistic candles on it. She held the flame
very close to me. "Doggy, you're 21 years old. 21 candles, how beautiful!"
My master's eyes were mischievous. She picked up a candle and waved it around my eyebrows. The pink
candle created a series of halos in my eyes before suddenly falling over, a pink tear rolling down
my cheek.
"Ahhhhhh!"
I straightened up, my face twitching from the heat. "Master, Master! Spare the dog!"
I cried out weakly again, even though I knew it wouldn't work. The
pain was unbearable.
Hearing my cries, Master narrowed her eyes, her bright, round pupils peering at me through the slits. Her
slender fingers moved to my chest, and she expertly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it down to my waist.
Seeing her reach for the candle, I immediately understood her intention. Terrified, I screamed at the top of my lungs,
"No! No, Master～～～～～～～!"
A bloodcurdling scream erupted from my mouth; I couldn't believe I could actually scream
like that. But it was as if she couldn't hear me. Her hands continued to wave above me, like a dance
, letting the scalding wax paint its way across my smooth, firm chest.
Ignoring my violent contractions, she cruelly pressed the candle closer and closer. The wax from slender candles often
generates several times more heat than that of thicker, sturdier candles. She knew this perfectly well, yet she cruelly hurt me again and again.
Only when I was too weak to struggle, my screams fading into feeble cries, did she blow out each candle, then lay on top of me, admiring her
handiwork.
"Time to cut the cake,"
she said, her gaze sweeping over my wounds before picking up a gleaming dinner knife.
I gasped for breath, too exhausted to consider her next move. This was just the beginning, I knew it was just
the beginning. She was punishing me, but I had no power to resist, no right to escape.
The sharp knife grazed my skin, roaming over my body. My thin shirt, my wax-stained
trousers, and my sweat-soaked underwear couldn't escape the blade's kiss. In moments, I was almost completely naked
. The mottled colors on my chest seemed to attract her. She licked the blade, then my body, savoring
the pleasure my pain brought her.
"Your body is so beautiful,"
she moaned, biting my nipple. The skin, now free of wax, was delicate and sensitive, unable to withstand
such teasing. In no time, a thick, swollen penis rose between my legs.
My mistress sighed as she kissed my body, slowly peeling away the wax,
kissing down along the burning marks.
As she kissed my lower abdomen, her tongue lingering on my navel, I couldn't help but moan softly. But then,
at the crucial moment, my mistress stopped.
I snapped out of my growing dizziness, opening my half-closed eyes. I saw a sharp knife
pressed against my crotch—the very knife that had stripped away all my disguise, now gleaming against my penis.
It throbbed, then almost instantly drooped, lifeless.
"Mistress, you…"
I stammered, a cold sweat breaking out on my skin, staring at her.
"Don't be so afraid, I won't kill you,"
the master said calmly, raising her face, her delicate, alluring eyes glancing hatefully at my expression. She freed her other hand
and grasped my mangled flesh, kneading and kneading it like dough. Torn between fear and excitement, my penis,
spineless, regained its strength, anticipating the master's next execution.
"Ah!~~!"
A sharp pain shot through my thigh as the sharp blade instantly sliced through my skin, leaving trails of blood with its cold
glint. Sure enough, the master was waiting for my body's response, for my manhood to defy her...
When my will chose to surrender, my master's punishment followed.
A blood-stained knife was held before me, and my master licked away the drop of blood right before my eyes. I
could see she was observing my expression; I knew she was trying to read something from my eyes. "Master...
Master! I'm not afraid of punishment. I'm loyal to you. Please don't doubt me."
I closed my eyes, speaking from the bottom of my heart, trying to move her with my most sincere voice...but it was no
use.
The blade began to fall one after another on my body and limbs. Although not every cut drew blood, they all left
wounds of varying sizes. At that moment, the knife in her hand was like a butcher's knife in the hands of a demon, cruelly and
repeatedly slaughtering my soul. "Master! I beg you..."
My body began to tremble, trembling uncontrollably. The terror from the bottom of my heart made me
shiver as if I had been plunged into an ice cellar. I dared not count the number of wounds on my body, only murmuring "Master
" and silently enduring the pain.
Hearing no cries for help, Master seemed displeased. She tossed the knife over my head
and turned to grab a full wine glass… one glass, two glasses, three glasses. Master drank faster and faster,
as if she were venting her anger into the wine, as if she were drinking down all her resentment
. Worried, I sat up straight and struggled, "Master, don't drink anymore, don't drink so
much… Master, you can't take it!"
"Master!"
Perhaps my violent struggle attracted her attention, for she finally stopped pouring wine down her throat. Holding
the wine glass, she looked at me with hazy eyes, a half-smile on her face, slowly moving closer. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms
around my neck and kissed me, her warm, soft lips, heavy with the scent of wine, pressing against my skin.
"Ugh!~" Just as I was about to savor my master's fragrant lips, I suddenly felt a stream of wine
transfer from his lips into mine. Caught off guard, I not only choked but also spilled the wine I hadn't swallowed
all over myself. In that instant, it felt like I'd fallen into a pile of salt, all my wounds simultaneously receiving
the alcohol's 'passionate greeting'!
"Ah! Ah!~~~ It hurts so much!"
I struggled like a mad dog, writhing and twisting my body, but the alcohol's onslaught continued,
bestowing upon me a sandy pain I'd never imagined. The red wine flowing from my lips and from my master's glass crawled
all over my body like venomous snakes, slowly seeping into every wound.
"No! Master... Master! No, no! Why... why are you being so cruel to me...
Master..."
I truly couldn't bear it anymore. I began to beg for mercy with all my might, screaming hoarsely,
writhing and struggling like an earthworm. I could even feel my blood pooling in the veins of my temples
…
“Cruel? Is this cruel?”
My mistress finally stopped after emptying her glass of wine, quietly enjoying my helpless state slumped in the chair
. She took two unsteady steps, sat down on my lap, threw down her glass, wrapped
her arms around my neck, and pressed her forehead tightly against mine, so close that I could see
my own pathetic state reflected in her eyes.
“When you were whispering sweet nothings to that girl under the tree, did you think about cruelty?
When you made her wipe your sweat, did you think about cruelty? It’s just a little physical injury, and you’re already calling it cruel. But
what about the pain in my heart? Have you considered that?”
She angrily questioned me, pinching my ears and face and shaking me mercilessly, before burying
herself in her arms again. "You're mine, no matter what, you're mine. You promised...you...signed
a contract..."
She seemed drunk, her words becoming incoherent. Although I sensed a strong bitterness in her words
, I wasn't sure if it was directed at me. At that moment, I felt a sudden, inexplicable fear, afraid that
she might mistake me for another man because of her drunkenness.
"Master, Master...I'm yours..."
I tentatively answered, trembling in her arms.
"Mine? Mine?"
She repeated my words, tilting her head and thinking for a long time. Suddenly, she unlocked my handcuffs, stood up, and dragged me away.
Master kicked open the bathroom door and dragged me in like a dead dog. She stood there, right in front of me
, taking off her clothes piece by piece, her fair skin perfectly revealed before me, from her slender neck
to her smooth ankles.
Master stood above me, completely naked, grasping the showerhead and stepping on me. The scalding hot water
sprayed onto my face, making it hard to open my eyes and breathe. I cowered there, afraid to shield myself or dodge
, simply closing my eyes tightly and occasionally inhaling the hot, scalding air. But after a few times,
I noticed the water's temperature and taste had become strange. A warm, slightly acidic stream was washing over my face,
carrying a distinctly female scent. I quickly opened my eyes and was horrified to find my mistress standing above me,
her legs spread wide, bathing me with her "waterfall" of fluids.
"Mistress, this...this is..."
This was clearly a "holy water bath" for me! I resisted, feeling uncomfortable.
I wasn't particularly masochistic. My fondness for SM always started with a foot fetish.
I've always avoided the pain and humiliation of being subjected to holy water training like the plague. But today…
I started to dodge the onslaught of urine, trying to struggle, but the next moment my master's foot pressed down hard
on my eyes and nose, forcing me to open my mouth to breathe. The slightly salty urine, with a hint of alcohol, rushed into my mouth and nasal cavity . To
breathe, I had to start swallowing large gulps.
"Cough…cough…cough…"
When the last drop of holy water accurately landed in my mouth, I was finally freed from my master's feet
and started coughing violently. I wiped the still-warm liquid from my face, feeling my eyes getting wet
and wanting to cry.
I felt so wronged… I bit my lip, thinking this.
"Ah!"
But the suffering wasn't over yet. While I was still in a daze, my mistress grabbed my wet hair,
pulling my neck almost backward at a 90-degree angle.
"You cried?"
Teacher Yin Si's face was close, red and carrying the faint scent of wine.
"No!"
I stubbornly said, desperately trying to keep my eyes from falling.
"You cried!"
the teacher said firmly, pulling my hair firmly with both hands, making me stand up to face her.
Just as I was about to lie again and say no, she suddenly pulled me, and I lost my balance and fell into her arms
. A pair of wet, soft lips pressed tightly against mine, and a smooth, slippery tongue skillfully breached my
defenses.
My teacher… she actually kissed me deeply…
I was dizzy and intoxicated, intoxicated by my teacher's kiss. Intoxicated by
the kiss of my beloved woman, who was also my beloved mistress.
We slid into the bathtub, our arms wrapped tightly together, splashing water everywhere, but no one cared; we
twisted and rolled in the tub like two snakes, but no one stopped. I responded deeply to her kiss, using all
the knowledge and skill I had. At that moment, I loved her so much, forgetting the cruel hurt and extreme
humiliation she had inflicted on me before.
"Xu... I love you..."
A sudden murmur stirred my passion. So, my teacher loved me! So, my teacher loved
me!
I embraced her passionately, feeling her. I hugged and kissed her passionately until we were both
breathless underwater.
I carried my half-drunk teacher back to the bedroom, placed her on the large black wooden bed, and
covered her body with a black silk quilt. Every inch of skin exposed beneath the silk was so dazzling and shimmering. I once again pounced
on her toes, kissing them wildly to express my utmost reverence for her.
The teacher sensed my excitement and began to fidget restlessly, pulling her feet back under the covers.
How could I let this delicious treat slip away? So, I quickly stripped off my soaking wet clothes and
crawled into her bed. In the darkness, relying on the scent, I searched for her toes, desperately
sucking them into my mouth and then clutching them tightly to my chest, unsure what to do.
Perhaps sensing my body heat, the teacher's cold legs found me under the covers and
wrapped themselves tightly around me, her hands reaching in to explore my warmth. She grabbed my hair, tearing and
pulling, finally pressing it tightly against her vulva.
"Help me, Xu..."
A hoarse voice came from outside the quilt. I understood and knelt down in the quilt, worshipping and kowtowing to my master's noble lower body. Trembling,
I pressed my excited body against it. When I touched the warm, moist orchid-like mouth, the faint fragrance exuded
a seductive allure. I was as if I had been bewitched, and I could never leave it again...
(End)
In the morning, I woke up in my teacher's arms, my head still resting in her arms. (It seems the genders are reversed
...)
I squinted at her, watching her soft eyelashes droop gently, covering her entire eyelids, rising and
falling trembling with her breath. I chuckled and pulled a hand from her arms, pinching her nose, watching her
furrow her brow as she struggled to breathe.
"Wake up... the sun's shining on your butt!"
I whispered in her ear, but she just rubbed her ear and continued sleeping,
treating me like a mosquito.
I started to get mischievous, bringing my ear close again, but this time not with a shout, but with
a lick. My hands restlessly traced her smooth curves, moving along her sensitive areas.
As I expected, she no longer slept peacefully, and under my teasing onslaught, she began to moan and writhe unconsciously
. When I felt the wetness of her lower body, I didn't hesitate to roll over and squeeze in.
"Oh... ah..."
With the rhythm of my movements, she finally woke up, her face flushed as she opened her eyes.
"Ah! Xu what! What are you doing..."
After seeing my magnified face for three seconds, she suddenly let out a piercing scream.
"Ah!...Ahhhhhh!"
The scream changed as my speed increased. I chuckled and pressed against her, giving her a kiss and saying,
"Good morning, little sleepyhead!"
The teacher finally woke up completely, cupping her face and almost burying herself in the pillow.
"We...we did that last night..."
Her voice had never been so soft.
I chuckled and pulled her up, not allowing her to bury her head in the sand again. I became unusually domineering,
holding her tightly and forcing her to face me: "That's right, we 'did' last night! I'm yours now, you have to take responsibility
!"
"Huh?"
She seemed not to have recovered yet, clearly uncomfortable with the reversal of subject and object in my words. "Me? Take responsibility?"
"Yes! I'm not a virgin anymore."
I put my arm around hers, leaned against her shoulder like a little bird, and said in a cheesy voice, "You have to take
care of me for the rest of my life. I'm yours now, I'll be your little puppy for life... Don't abandon
me, don't... woof woof..."
Slowly, the teacher finally came to her senses and realized what was going on. She pushed my head off her shoulder
, her expression a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
But I thought, Teacher Yin Si... is so cute...
After leaving the teacher's house, she was silent the whole way, even at the driving range
. She kept her head down, but still glanced at me from time to time.
After an hour of silence in the car, the teacher finally spoke her first words: "
The driving test is tomorrow."
The driving test.
I successfully completed all the required tasks and received praise from the examiner and the driving instructors.
Getting my license was no problem. I stood in the line of students, watching Teacher Yin Si's figure in the distance, thinking about today...
I had to say something to her.
After the group dispersed, I caught up with Ms. Yin Si in a few steps and gently called out to her.
"Here, take this."
I handed her a set of keys.
"What's this?"
The teacher looked at the keys with a puzzled expression, but she kept avoiding my eyes, her gaze wandering around.
I scratched my head, stuffed the keys into her hand, and said, "My keys, keep my keys. These are
the keys to my house, my bedroom, my company dormitory, all the drawers and cupboards. I want to give myself to you completely, without holding anything
back... After all, I signed a contract."
"What does this mean?"
Ms. Yin Si's gaze became even more unfocused.
"I won't say now. I'll call you tonight."
I turned and ran, leaving her alone, holding the keys, staring blankly.
That night.
The phone rang only twice before connecting. Without waiting for the teacher on the other end to speak, I shouted into the receiver,
"Marry me!"
The teacher was stunned, because there was silence on the other end for a long time. I took a sip of water to moisten my throat, and continued with my reasoning
: "I've been promoted, just as Dong Xin said, I've become the director's personal driver... uh... what I mean
is... I'm rich now, so... so... marry me... I'll serve you for the rest of my life, okay?"
There was silence on the other end again for a long time. After about five minutes, a slightly trembling voice came through:
"You're still young, aren't you? Call again when you're 23."
Another silence followed. I didn't know what to say in response, so I just waited silently.
"Nothing else... uh... I'm hanging up."
Her voice was still trembling, and I didn't know what to say. I just gave a wooden "Mmm."
Holding the receiver, I remained silent for a long time, not hearing her say another word or the dial
tone. After waiting a while, just as I was about to put the receiver down, I heard her voice on the other end
, softly saying, "I'll wait for you."
(The End)

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