The Legend of the Licentious Concubine... Zhao Min, the Imperial Concubine, Part 4

The soles of the chair legs, glistening

toes, rested on Zhang Wuji's face, then the soft, rounded toes slipped into his lips. It's a pity that

when I was a vixen, I didn't know that you, Master Zhang, with your upright appearance, secretly enjoyed playing

with girls' feet. Otherwise, why would I have gone to such lengths to pursue you? A simple hook of my foot would have been enough to make you, the leader of the Ming Cult, my husband

.

But that's not necessarily true. I always keep public and private matters separate. Besides, I can always imitate the Green Willow

Manor dungeon and subject you to the torture of having your feet pierced with Nine Yang True Qi a few more times. I'm not afraid you won't submit. Alright,

good will prevail over evil. This humble woman has been tamed by Master Zhang, and now I must be your slave. Zhao Min fully enjoyed

the grip of Zhang Wuji's strong hands on her feet. "This brand from the Zhou family doesn't

bother me at all," she thought. "I'm destined to be yours forever, so naturally I'm your slave. Don't even mention using my

shoes and socks; whatever you like, Brother Wuji, you can do whatever you want with me in this torture chamber.

Minmin also enjoys the feeling of being tortured by Brother Wuji, and hopes to enjoy being conquered by you as much as possible

.

" "Yes, whatever you need, Minmin," Zhang Wuji said, stroking Zhao Min's jade-like feet. Looking at

Zhao Min, who was bound to the torture chair, he was already somewhat excited. Hearing Zhao Min respond to his flirtations, the two were naturally of one mind

. Instead of untying Zhao Min's restraints, Zhang Wuji tied her hands behind her back and

carefully stuffed her undergarments into her mouth. Zhao Min cooperated by letting out moans of desire. Zhang Wuji

removed Zhao Min's palace attire from her lower body, kissed the soles of her feet several times, and then

rubbed his already erect penis against the soles of her feet a few times before inserting it into her wet vagina...

More than ten days later, Song Qingshu secretly returned to the palace and presented the iron stockings to the Empress. When the wooden box containing the iron stockings was

opened, Zhou Zhiruo discovered that this instrument of torture, described by Song Qingshu as extremely cruel, was actually so exquisite.

A pair of arch-shaped iron shells were linked by chains, intricately carved with kingfisher patterns. The iron shells

were larger than Zhao Min's feet, with the instep section designed to open and close in segments. The ankles were fitted with similarly

opening and closing shackles. The two sections were connected by a willow-like joint, forming a slightly movable joint. The sides of the arch and

the sole of the foot were double-layered, about a finger's thickness, containing mechanisms and locks. These locks were

integrated with the ankle shackles, and once the instep cover and ankle shackles were fastened, they fit perfectly. Opening the iron stocking's lid

, Zhou Zhiruo saw four supports standing near the front of the foot. Each support was connected to several

bent springs, the springs and supports slightly thicker than the foot itself, with corresponding

space between the upper and lower iron shells. After examining the stocking for a moment, Zhou Zhiruo said to Song Qingshu, "This thing is quite exquisite; it must have

taken you a lot of effort. But does it truly have the effects you claim?"

Qingshu dared not disappoint Her Majesty. This iron stocking was made according to the shape of that slut Zhao Min's feet. But if

Her Majesty really wanted to know the effects of this iron stocking, it wouldn't be difficult. Qingshu boldly suggested that Her Majesty try it herself to find out.

Song Qingshu, kneeling on the ground, confidently explained, "Qingshu will definitely control it and won't hurt Your Majesty's feet. Your Majesty

only needs to endure a little pain, and then you can safely deal with that slut in the future."

"Since that's the case, I'll give it a try. You put these iron stockings on me, and

tell me about the joints as well." Zhou Zhiruo stretched out her feet to Song Qingshu. Song Qingshu, looking apprehensive, carefully

removed Zhou Zhiruo's shoes and stockings, then opened the clasp of one iron stocking and slipped it onto

Zhou Zhiruo's foot. The four supports and springs at the sole of her foot were then embedded between Zhou Zhiruo's toes.

Zhou Zhiruo's foot size was similar to Zhao Min's; her fair foot was squeezed inside the iron shell, her five toes pressed

together, unable to move, pressed against the supports and springs between her toes. Song Qingshu fastened the iron stocking cover and the shackles, and

with a click, the iron shell firmly encased Zhou Zhiruo's foot. Song Qingshu took a

small metal awl, lifted Zhou Zhiruo's foot in front of him, and inserted it into a perforated pattern on the sole. He then turned

a spring gear within the stocking, causing Zhou Zhiruo to feel the support between her toes slowly tighten. The spring

was pressed to the sides, clamping her toes tightly, with increasing force. "

Your Majesty, do you feel your toes are being squeezed too tightly? Is it painful?" Song Qingshu carefully

manipulated the spring, feeling the increasing resistance. "It's tightened considerably. Ah, it's starting to hurt."

Zhou Zhiruo felt the pressure on her toe joints becoming unbearable and cried out for Song Qingshu to stop. "Is this

the clamping mechanism of your iron stockings?" "Not yet, this is adjusting the spring."

Song Qingshu, unhurried, did the same with Zhou Zhiruo's other foot. Zhou Zhiruo's feet were now like

wearing exquisite iron armor, except that a chain between the iron stockings locked her feet. "

Your Majesty, please rise slowly and try walking a few steps. Qingshu will support you."

Zhou Zhiruo tried to get up, but as soon as her feet touched the ground and she leaned forward,

the springs in the iron stockings tightened even more, causing her to groan in pain and fall into Song Qingshu's

arms. Only then did Zhou Zhiruo realize her indecent posture, but Song Qingshu had already helped her up. "The mechanism is

n't fully tightened yet; Your Majesty can try walking a few more steps."

The mechanism within these iron stockings is powered by the movement of the wearer's foot. When

walking while wearing them, even a slight change in the angle between the foot and ankle will activate the mechanism at the joints

, slowly and repeatedly stretching the spring within the stockings. These stockings are custom-made to fit the foot perfectly, leaving no extra

space. The Empress only needs to have Zhao Min wear these shackles; even just walking will allow that slut to experience

the torment of wanting to die but not being able to.

Besides, Your Majesty holds the key to the iron stockings. Even if Zhao Min seduces Zhang Wuji, he won't be able to play with Zhao

Min's feet; he can only look on longingly through the iron cage. Does Your Majesty think this effect is satisfactory? Zhou Zhiruo

took a few steps cautiously, feeling her toes being pinched more and more painfully. The clamps tightened and loosened,

loosening slightly when the pain became unbearable, only to tighten again later. In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Zhou Zhiruo

was covered in sweat, unable to endure the torture of the clamps any longer. Having experienced the sensation of the iron stockings, Zhou Zhiruo was

overjoyed. She had Song Qingshu remove the stockings, allowing him to enjoy

her feet under the guise of massaging and dispersing bruises. "You've certainly put in a lot of effort this time," she said. "I will make good use of you. Now that the iron stockings are

finished, take them to summon Consort Yuan for her punishment."

"By Your Majesty's decree." Song Qingshu, having received Zhou Zhiruo's order, went to Zhao Min's palace wearing iron stockings

. The Empress's decree stated: "Consort Yuan, who once wreaked havoc on the martial arts world, though she has shown a desire to reform, has had her case closed. According to

palace rules, she should have been stripped of her title and given poisoned wine. However, thanks to His Majesty's grace, Consort Yuan is pardoned from the death penalty, and instead branded as a warning. The Empress

also deeply pities Consort Yuan's irrepentance, but her crime cannot go unpunished. Today, she specially bestows upon Consort Yuan a pair of iron stockings and shackles, which she

must wear daily to signify her resolute atonement." Song Qingshu read the decree, then looked triumphantly at Zhao Min kneeling before him. "

Consort Yuan, are you willing to accept your punishment?" "

This guilty concubine is willing to accept her punishment, thanking His Majesty and the Empress for their grace." Zhao Min was hearing the term "iron stockings" for the first time.

However, she was lying on the ground and couldn't see the torture instruments in the wooden box in Song Qingshu's hand. Given its unusual name,

it was likely more than just ordinary shackles. But now, she could only take it one step at a time.

"Thank you

, Eunuch. I will wear these shackles myself." Zhao Min finished her greeting and rose to take the wooden box from Song Qingshu's hand. "Wait, Your Highness, these iron stockings were personally overseen by Her Majesty the Empress. They have

some special features, which is why Her Majesty the Empress specifically instructed that I, your humble servant, should put them on you." "

Since Your Highness is undergoing punishment, please remove your shoes and socks so I can put the shackles on you." "Come, bring

Your Highness a chair." Song Qingshu calmly had his servants bring over a chair, but it wasn't an ordinary

seat; it was a long, narrow torture chair. Everyone recognized it—it was

the torture chair used in government offices to bend the knees backward, known as the "tiger bench."

This chair in the palace was used for female torture, and naturally, it was more exquisite and elegant than the one in the government offices. Its name

was also changed to a gentler one: the Ascension Platform, named for the way the female prisoner's feet were slowly lifted during torture,

likened to ascending to heaven from the ground. When Zhao Min saw the Ascension Platform and heard Song Qingshu order his servants to help her sit down,

she knew something was wrong. Startled, she slapped Song Qingshu and scolded, "How dare you! This Ascension Platform is

a torture instrument! What are you doing bringing it to me, you eunuch? Who gave you the audacity to humiliate me?"

Song Qingshu received a heavy slap from Zhao Min, but dared not retaliate. He replied humbly, "This is

Her Majesty the Empress's order. These iron stockings were custom-made for Consort Yuan. When first worn, they might be a bit tight on

her feet. If Consort Yuan struggles in pain, these shackles might injure her delicate toes. Therefore,

Her Majesty the Empress instructed me to first have Consort Yuan ascend the Ascension Platform, and then I would personally put

the shackles on her. Please bear with this inconvenience for now, and have the servants secure her body so I can promptly

carry out Her Majesty's decree and return to report. If Your Majesty refuses the punishment, I will have no choice but to report the truth to Her Majesty the Empress

."

Zhao Min glared angrily at Song Qingshu. She knew this ordeal wouldn't be easy;

even wearing shackles required using the Ascension Platform to restrain her. Those iron stockings would undoubtedly cause her

considerable torment.

However, she couldn't defy the Empress's decree. If she refused to wear the iron stockings, while the palace servant

couldn't do anything to her, her brother Wuji would surely face further criticism from the court. Based on her experience, Zhao Min knew

there was likely more to this than met the eye. To observe the situation, she had no choice but to silently endure this

humiliation and torture. After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Min finally sat down slowly on the Ascension Platform, placing her legs on the long bench

. Seeing Zhao Min's submission, Song Qingshu's smugness was palpable. He immediately ordered his men to

bind Zhao Min's body and thighs tightly to the torture chair with leather straps.

Song Qingshu held Zhao Min's feet, positioning them so that a piece of wood under the torture chair

rested precisely on her ankles. He then used a leather strap to loosely bind her calves together. His

men then tied Zhao Min's hands behind her back to the supports on either side of the torture chair, leaving her bound and

seated, unable to move. Seeing herself bound like this, Zhao Min, though prepared,

couldn't help but feel a surge of tension. She questioned Song Qingshu, "I've already allowed myself to be bound, why are your hands also

bound? What are these iron stockings that require such elaborate preparation?"

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