Yin Shuyan's Private Slave

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When talking about her

SM experiences, I have to start with fetishism. Fetishism—I remember
having this interest since I was very young. A long time ago, when I was in the first year of junior high school in my hometown, because my home was far from school,
I started boarding school. It was the first time I could leave my parents and not have to obey their orders every day, and I was very
happy . At that time, I was full of curiosity about women, with a kind of inexplicable attraction, but since it was in the countryside
, I was too embarrassed to show it, which was really repressed. That's when I started masturbating. In
the throes of I had my first fetish experience.

Our Chinese teacher was a young man who had just gotten married. Because he had just started working, he and his wife
lived in a one-bedroom apartment next to our dormitory. My Chinese teacher's surname was Yang, and his wife's name was
Yin Shuyan . She was a teacher at the No. 1 Central Primary School in our town. At that time, she was probably 24 years old and very beautiful. She was 166 cm tall
, with a full, well-proportioned, and slender figure. Her features were extremely beautiful; she possessed not only feminine charm but also the elegance of an intellectual woman
. Her skin was fair and elastic, and after marriage, she exuded a captivating femininity. In my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman among
all . However, the surrounding teachers, residents, and neighbors didn't seem to have a very good opinion of
Yin Shuyan. They said she was arrogant, didn't like to interact with neighbors, would turn her head away as if she
didn't see them when she saw them on the street, and liked to dress extravagantly, which was detrimental to the image of teachers.

Regardless of what others thought of Yin Shuyan, in my heart, she was the most beautiful. At that time, Yin Shuyan became
the object of my fantasies when I masturbated. Every day, I would take my English book and run to the wall opposite their house, pretending to read aloud in the morning,
but actually wanting to see Yin Shuyan. I spent half a semester like that. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but in the second semester of my
first year of junior high, I was elected as the class representative for Chinese (I was very good at Chinese). This
gave me many more opportunities to interact with our Chinese teacher, Mr. Yang. He would often call me to his house after school
to help him correct homework.

I remember one time, right after a unit test, around 4 p.m., Mr. Yang called me to his house and asked me to
help him correct the objective questions at the beginning of the test paper; he would correct the essay himself. After less than half an hour, Mr. Yang said he had to
go pick up his wife, Yin Shuyan, and asked me to correct the homework alone at his house. I nodded, and Mr. Yang pushed his bicycle out.

I calculated that it would take Mr. Yang about half an hour to go back and forth. Haha, I felt my chance had come. I mustered
my courage and tiptoed to the back of their living room door, where they kept their shoes. I saw
two pairs of women's shoes, one of which was the red high heels that Yin Shuyan often wore, and the other was a pair of
white women's sneakers that she only wore when exercising. I knelt down and picked up a bright red high heel that was spotlessly clean.
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. The heel showed obvious signs of discoloration from sweat. I
buried my nose in the shoe, and the smell of sweaty feet and leather assaulted my senses, instantly making my penis throb.
I stuck out my tongue and began licking Yin Shuyan's high heels. It felt as if I were licking Yin Shuyan's beautiful feet.
My ingrained submissive nature was awakened in that instant. I suddenly wished I could spend my whole life like this, licking Yin Shuyan's
shoes every day, or becoming Yin Shuyan's shoes, letting her trample on me. After licking both pairs for about 20 minutes, I tiptoed into their small bathroom, hoping to find Yin Shuyan's unwashed underwear

there .
Two basins sat on the triangular metal shelf in the bathroom, next to a
red leather bucket with another basin on top. The moment I lifted the basin, I was stunned. Lying in the bucket
were an unwashed red woman's
panties , I picked up the panties and immediately covered my mouth, inhaling deeply
the faint scent of Yin Shuyan's body. Then I took the two pairs of stockings, first smelling them,
then putting them entirely in my mouth. I rolled up Yin Shuyan's panties, seeing some
discharge on the genital area, not quite dry. I spat out the stockings and began licking the discharge with my tongue. At that moment, I
felt it was the best thing I had ever tasted. While licking the panties, I pulled out
my already rock-hard penis and began masturbating by rubbing it against Yin Shuyan's sexy stockings. Stimulated by Yin Shuyan's underwear and
stockings, I ejaculated in just a few moments.

Just as I finished cleaning up the bathroom and sat down at the table to continue grading papers, I heard the sound of a bicycle and
Yin Shuyan . I secretly sighed, "Thank goodness!" After that incident, Teacher Yang invited me to his house several times, and I even had the chance to lick his shoes
again —and once even stole a sanitary napkin that Yin Shuyan had changed in the bathroom. Because I went
so often, Yin Shuyan became quite familiar with me and would often peel apples for me. Every time I saw her, I was very
nervous , so Yin Shuyan even told Teacher Yang, "You're a very shy student."

Later, by chance, I discovered I could drink Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water. That
evening, after self-study, I went to the school toilet and passed by Yin Shuyan's house. Her door wasn't closed,
and I saw her sitting in the living room washing her feet. I didn't dare look too long and walked past, but hid in the darkness
not far . Soon after, I saw Yin Shuyan come out with a basin of water and pour it into
the drain not far from her door. This discovery... I was so excited I couldn't sleep all night. The next day, I carefully observed
the location of the drain and realized I could do something about it. I found three large, tall glass bottles, washed them clean, and then
found some bricks. I placed the three bottles on the slightly sloping cement bottom of the drain, arranging them in
the best positions to collect as much of Yin Shuyan's foot-washing water as possible, and then secured them with the bricks.

That day, my mind wasn't on class at all; I couldn't wait for nightfall. Finally, evening
self-study , and I grabbed a flashlight and ran to my destination. When I passed Yin Shuyan's house, I saw her
washing her feet, just like the day before. Look— Yin Shuyan's life was very routine. I hid in the darkness, nervously waiting for
her to come out and empty her foot-washing water. Soon, just like yesterday, Yin Shuyan came out carrying a basin to empty it. I

watched as she, wearing slippers, walked step by step to the drain where I had already laid an ambush and poured the basin of foot-washing water I had longed to drink

into it.

After Yin Shuyan closed the door, I went to the drain and turned on my flashlight. I saw two bottles
filled to the brim , with steam rising from the openings. At that moment, I secretly praised myself as a genius; only a genius could drink Yin Shuyan
's foot-washing water. As I picked up one bottle and poured the warm foot-washing water into my mouth, I secretly...
I resolved to become the one who would recycle Yin Shuyan's foot bath water. Before long, I'd finished both bottles.
Reflecting on the taste, I realized it was just a little saltier than regular water. But I didn't care about the taste; what mattered
was that I was drinking Yin Shuyan's foot bath water. In the days that followed, drinking Yin Shuyan's foot bath water became almost
a ritual after evening self-study. Sometimes I'd pour it back into my lunchbox to use the

next morning with steamed buns, or pour it into my teacup to drink in class, or use it to brush my teeth

the next morning—but this didn't last long. After more than a year, Yin Shuyan and her
friends got their own house and moved out of the school's public housing. I felt incredibly lost during that time.

Later, I went to high school and then university, and I stole female classmates' underwear and stockings a few times, but
nothing left as deep an impression as Yin Shuyan's story. How I longed to drink Yin Shuyan's foot bath water again!
I had dreamt countless times of being Yin Shuyan's dog, drinking her foot bath water and her urine every day,
being her dog—perhaps God truly favored me, giving me the chance to reunite with Yin Shuyan.

After graduating from university, because I majored in political education, most of my classmates went back to become teachers,
but because my father's comrade-in-arms was the director of our county's education bureau, I joined the bureau after graduation. When
the director introduced me in the meeting room, I could hardly believe that Yin Shuyan was actually my colleague,
and my department head. That night, thinking about the more charming and feminine Yin Shuyan, who was just over 30, I
couldn't sleep again, planning what I should do next. In the days that followed, I called Yin Shuyan "Department Head" every day,
and I learned that Yin Shuyan got into the education bureau because of her family connections, and that she had
divorced her husband, my junior high school Chinese teacher, Mr. Yang, due to personality clashes, and was still single. Perhaps because I was
a former student of Teacher Yang, Section Chief Tang treated me quite well. She often asked me to come to her office to help her
with chores , and frequently took me out to dinner parties, saying that young men should broaden their horizons and make more friends, as that would be beneficial
for their work and career development. Yin Shuyan was very decisive at work, exuding the aura of a strong woman. I began
to admire her even more, and I always treated her instructions as sacred decrees. In addition, I was a high-achieving student (
I was an outstanding student in university, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe me as exceptionally talented), handsome, 1.78 meters tall
, and with a strong body radiating youthful vitality, so Yin Shuyan treated me even better. On boring weekends
, she would often ask me to accompany her for tea or coffee, and she even took me to her new home to see her paintings (
Yin Shuyan loves landscape painting and is quite good at it). We almost became good friends. She called me her younger brother and called her
Sister Yan. In informal settings, I always called Yin Shuyan Sister Yan.

One rainy weekend afternoon, Yin Shuyan called and asked me to come to her house. I went
there .

Pushing open the door, I found her sitting on the sofa, giving me a strange look. I
stood .
Yin Shuyan was wearing a white dress that day, with pale pink slippers on her fair feet, one leg crossed over the other. She was holding a cup, presumably drinking Nescafé, because I could smell it as soon as I entered
.

Yin Shuyan continued to look at me with that strange gaze, without saying a word. I rubbed my hands together, my face flushed, and asked
nervously , "Sister Yan, is there something you need?"

Yin Shuyan beckoned, picked up a small box, and said, "Come here, I have a gift for you. Open it and see
if you like it."

I said, "No, no, no, Sister Yan, how could I accept your gift? I've never given
you a gift before. Just open it when I tell you to, what's with all the fuss?" Seeing Yin Shuyan speak to me so coldly for the first time, with an
irresistible air of authority—I took the box and carefully opened it. The gift inside was like a
thunderbolt , leaving me stunned—Yin Shuyan sneered, "Don't you like it? Isn't this what you've always
wanted?"

Holding the box, my face redder than Guan Yu's, I stammered, "Sister Yan, what, what's going on here,
what, what—"

"Stop pretending. Don't I know you? Back in seventh grade, you stole kisses on my underwear, stockings,
sanitary napkins, and even drank my foot bath water. You think I didn't know? Actually, I knew when you were eating my
sanitary napkins " "You think I'm stupid? The sanitary napkin I changed at noon
had You were the only one at our house then, so who else could have done it?" Yin Shuyan
took a sip of coffee and continued, "Back then, I knew you had this kind of interest, but I didn't want to expose you, afraid it would
affect your studies and future. I didn't expect that you would still have this interest after graduating from university, and
it might even be stronger than before. Do you remember? On your very first day at the bureau, I could see
the intensity of this interest in your eyes, so I tested you later. You shouldn't have forgotten, right? Once, I
deliberately spat on a tissue in front of you and then put it in your office..." "I checked the trash can in the office when I
got off work , and the tissues were gone. You secretly picked them up, didn't you? How did they smell? Ha, still trying to hide it from
me."

Hearing this, looking at the gift in the box—a sanitary napkin used by Yin Shuyan and stained with menstrual blood—I
realized I was completely exposed to Yin Shuyan. Having ripped away the last shred of modesty in my heart,
I had no self-respect left in front of Yin Shuyan (actually, I had long since lost my self-respect, and I was willing to lose it, but
the pretense of modesty was still there). I knelt down with a thud, my head pressed to the ground, and whispered, "Sister Yan, I, I, I
really, really like you. I'll do anything you ask. I'm willing to be your servant forever. Please
don't tell anyone about this side of me."

Yin Shuyan laughed, "Haha, you really want to be my servant? Okay, you can be my
servant . I'm very quiet in this big house all by myself. Come here after work,
and every weekend too." "I agree, you're not allowed to go anywhere. This is the first time I've ever met a scumbag like you in real
life ; it perfectly satisfies my sadistic tendencies."

"Ah, you have sadistic tendencies?" I asked, unsure whether to be happy or afraid. "Yes, my former husband
was your Chinese teacher. He divorced me because he couldn't stand this about me. The reason I didn't

expose you back then was because I—seeing someone secretly collecting my foot-washing water in glass bottles from the sewer every day—triggered me..."

"I was so excited that I didn't expose you," Sister Yin Shuyan told me smugly.

"Whenever I think about how valuable my foot bath water is, how it can make a young man so
obsessed , drinking my foot bath water from the ditch every night regardless of wind or rain, and how he often steals kisses on my
stockings, my underwear, and my sanitary napkins whenever he gets the chance, I feel very proud, it makes me feel superior. So, one time
I even deliberately urinated into my foot bath water, and that night I even deliberately watched you through the window with
a flashlight bending over and drinking my foot bath water and urine. At that moment, I felt like I had reached a mental climax."

Sister Yin Shuyan told me this.

"Crawl over here, I need that feeling now," Sister Yin Shuyan said in a commanding tone.

I crawled to Sister Yin Shuyan's feet, slightly raised my head, and Sister Yin Shuyan grabbed my hair,
stepped on , and pressed me to the ground. "Now lick my feet, lick them like my dog," Sister Yin Shuyan
said, looking at me contemptuously.

I used my mouth to remove Sister Yin Shuyan's slippers, and my tongue began to lick her feet, which I had dreamed of countless times .
Sister Yin Shuyan poured the half-finished coffee in her cup onto her feet, laughing and saying, "Kid,
I'm treating you to coffee like this today, do you like it?"

"Yes, thank you, Sister Yin Shuyan," I replied obsessively.

"Okay, give me the gift I gave you," Sister Yin Shuyan instructed.

I handed her the box containing Sister Yin Shuyan's sanitary napkins, and continued to lick her feet, only
to hear her spitting. After a while, Sister Yin Shuyan said, "Okay, you don't need to lick your feet anymore, try my gift."

Sister Yin Shuyan threw the sanitary napkin, which was covered in phlegm, on the ground. I frantically picked it up and frantically
licked it with my tongue.

Sister Yin Shuyan looked at my greedy appearance and said, "Haha, you're really born to be a dog, swallow it
all."

Watching me swallow the sanitary napkin, Sister Yin Shuyan said, "Do you still want to drink my urine? I have so much right now,
I'd have to waste it in the bathroom if you didn't come." I hurriedly nodded, crawled between Sister Yin Shuyan's legs, and opened my mouth wide.

Sister Yin Shuyan put her two snow-white legs on my shoulders, pulled down her white lace panties, and her alluring vulva with its dark
pubic hair was right next to my mouth. She swayed her hips and looked at me, saying, "Pretty, isn't it? Want to lick it?"

I looked into Sister Yin Shuyan's captivating eyes and nodded my chin.

"Okay, lick my pussy first, lick it until I feel good, then I'll let you drink my urine."

I stuck out my tongue and licked Sister Yin Shuyan's alluring vulva. I felt like I was in heaven, I was so happy I
almost fainted. As I licked, Sister Yin Shuyan started to get wet. Sister Yin Shuyan put her legs on my
face, looked down at me, and said, "It's so exciting to see you licking my genitals so passionately. Quick, lick my water into
your stomach."

Of course, I couldn't let such a sweet treat slip by. I sucked all of Sister Yin Shuyan's nectar into my mouth.

"Hmm, not bad. You're a good dog. Your tongue is made for women's genitals. Come on, open your mouth and
put it on my urethra. I'll give you my urine to drink."

I did as Sister Yin Shuyan said and put my mouth on her urethra. A stream of hot liquid entered my mouth, and
the feeling made me dizzy. After a while, Sister Yin Shuyan seemed to have a new idea. She stopped urinating and said, "I want
you to drink my urine with your nose." Without saying a word, I put my nostrils to Sister Yin Shuyan's urethra. My
eyes watched as the fleshy slit slowly opened, and a stream of urine poured into my nose. I tried hard to suck it in, but I couldn't
take it. I was choked by Sister Yin Shuyan's urine and coughed.

Sister Yin Shuyan slapped me and said, "Useless thing! You wasted all my urine and made my
floor dirty. I'm in a good mood today. I know you must really want to eat my poop, right?"

I could hardly believe my ears; all I could do was nod.

"Not much, though. She pooped once before you came, so there shouldn't be much now. Come on, get a
plate ."

Sister Yin Shuyan squatted on the sofa and pooped two golden, medium-sized, medium-weight droppings on the plate I brought .
Then she wiggled her buttocks and told me to lick them clean. I held her buttocks and licked
all . "Eat it quickly, it'll taste better," she
said. "I want you to look at me while you put my poop in your mouth, chew it, and then swallow it." I ate Sister Yin Shuyan's poop according to her method. To be honest, I really liked
eating that poop. It wasn't bad at all; it even had a unique flavor, especially
eating it under Sister Yin Shuyan's gaze and smile. It was a kind of mental torture and control, and it fascinated me.

Sister Yin Shuyan looked at me and said, "The way you eat my excrement is what I want. You make me deeply feel
your cheapness and my nobility. My excrement can make you so oblivious. You are not even as good as my excrement. Your
cheapness excites me. Today I want you to have sex with me with your mouth."

Sister Yin Shuyan brought a dildo from the bedroom and said, "I'll put this in your mouth. This device is hollow
in the middle , with holes on the top and sides. My vaginal fluid will flow into your mouth through the holes. Come on, lie on the ground and put
it on tightly."

After Sister Yin Shuyan helped me put on the dildo, she spread her legs and sat down in front of my mouth. I opened
my eyes wide and saw the dildo slowly and inch by inch entering Sister Yin Shuyan's body. That scene was so exciting that
I still can't forget it to this day.

Sister Yin Shuyan began frantically moving her hands up and down on my mouth. I felt a large amount of her juices flowing into
my throat. My head and face were contorted beneath her buttocks, but I felt no pain. My mouth
, even Under her, I felt only pleasure, no pain.

That afternoon, Sister Yin Shuyan ejaculated three times in one go, and my mouth bled quite a bit. Afterwards, she
used her urine to treat the inflammation.

From then on, I became Sister Yin Shuyan's personal slave. I was happy, and Sister Yin Shuyan told
me that having me was a great blessing for her, because a woman like her needed a man like me…

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