Another Legend: The Wolf Clan Sisters - Chapters 1-10

Author: Guo Nu
Word Count: 39716 (1-10)
Chapter 1: The Stunning Supermodel
In the latter half of 2005, when I applied for a job at Marymades Fashion Women's Clothing Company, I met Ma Yanli for the first time. I was 30 years old at the time, and she was two years older than me. In the past, 18 was considered adulthood, but now 28 is considered mature, so Ma Yanli at this time could be described as a fully-fledged woman. Ma Yanli was known as China's number one supermodel, born into an ordinary farming family in Henan Province. She went from athlete to runway model, becoming the champion of the 1995 Shanghai International Model Competition. Ma Yanli seemed to be born for the modeling industry: 1.78 meters tall, with an elegant oriental temperament that exuded a charming modern aura.
She was China's first international model competition champion and the first Chinese model to create a fashion brand.
Ma Yanli, as the chairman of the "Marymaseries" brand, sat at the recruitment table, and I was applying to be her assistant.
The halo of being a supermodel already made me admire her, but what surprised me even more was her beauty; in real life, she was an even greater beauty. It's difficult to describe her beauty in words, especially her refined and elegant aristocratic air, which is something that can only be felt, not explained. I can only describe her beauty and nobility through the feeling I had when I saw her.
The first time I saw her, it was like seeing a dazzling light. I dared not look directly into her eyes. Her lips exuded a captivating nobility, and my first thought was to kneel at her feet, like a monk worshipping a deity. I wished I could immediately kneel down and prostrate myself before her, becoming a dog. Her beautiful face, healthy skin, tall figure, and elegant demeanor made her seem like a celestial being. Perhaps she truly was a fairy descended to earth, a goddess more beautiful than beauty itself.
I could no longer erase her image from my mind. My greatest motivation for going to work each day was whether I could see Ma Yanli. Every glance at her brought me immense happiness. My admiration for Ma Yanli gave me a heartfelt impulse, a longing to rush to her side, kneel down, and kiss her feet and high heels.
I remember my first day at work, standing in front of Ma Yanli's office with my documents, my heart pounding in my chest. My legs were weak, my hands trembling, as if I were bowing to my queen.
"Come in," came Ma Yanli's deep, magnetic voice. I shakily entered her office, presenting the documents with both hands, my head bowed, my eyes fixed on Ma Yanli's high-heeled feet—they were simply stunning.
After a long pause, "What's your name?" Ma Yanli asked, checking the contract.
"My name is Ma Jianbin, the same surname as the chairman. Oh—I'm sorry, I shouldn't have the same surname as you. I didn't mean to, please…" Ma Yanli smiled, looking up and interrupting me. "Heh, you wanted to do it on purpose, but is this a matter of intention? Do you think I'm an emperor, forbidding others from sharing my surname?"
"Oh, hehe, I don't even know what I'm saying." I laughed awkwardly, looking down at her.
From the moment Ma Yanli asked me to be her assistant, I considered her my goddess. Unlike other colleagues, I always called her "Mama," and she would just laugh and say, "This isn't the Hong Kong Police Station." I never changed my address, and she got used to it, saying, "It's better than calling me Chairman or Sister Ma, it makes me sound old. Anyway, my surname is Ma, so consider it my English name." Actually, I called her "Mom" in my heart, and sometimes I would vaguely call her "Mom" when no one else was around.
But calling her that made her, or rather, feel that I was very loyal. It also gave me more opportunities to serve her. At first, I only did some basic tasks for Ma Yanli, such as delivering documents, tidying her desk, and cleaning the office. Later, I started accompanying her to various events, and even drove her two-year-old daughter when her driver was sick. However, as a famous woman, we didn't have much interaction. Every time I delivered the documents to her, I would stand with my feet together, knees slightly bent, holding the documents in both hands, with an extremely respectful smile on my face. But she wouldn't even glance at me. Sometimes I felt wronged, but I was still satisfied, because no matter what, my deepest admiration for her had a chance to be displayed. Whether she saw it or not, I was offering her my reverence.
Her office was simply furnished. Besides a 3-4 square meter bathroom, there was a large desk and her executive chair. The only luxury item was a three-seater leather sofa, which she sometimes used to rest at noon. After spending time with
this demanding woman
, I discovered that her temper was very unstable, probably due to the high pressure of life and work. Sometimes she was calm, sometimes irritable, but she always hid it well with other colleagues, especially the technicians, designers, and pattern makers, showing no airs of authority whatsoever. Perhaps she didn't need to interact with many people, perhaps because I was her assistant and had more time to interact with her, or perhaps my humility triggered some kind of reaction.
My clothing and jewelry coordination data had many errors, and she was very dissatisfied with it, flying into a rage at me. Seeing my head bowed, she slapped the document across my face from below, threw it on the floor, and said, "Go and check it again. Get it done before you leave work!"
One day before lunch, she called me again: "Jianbin, Jianbin!" Hearing her voice, I rushed into her office.
"Did you notify everyone about the afternoon meeting?" she asked. Startled, I replied, "It seems… there are still two designers I haven't notified; they're out on business." "Smack!" she slammed her hand on the table. "What's wrong with you? You can't even handle this little thing."
I didn't dare say a word and left her office, returning to the outer room to make a phone call. The call connected quickly, and all the meeting attendees had been notified. I breathed a long sigh of relief, went to her desk, and softly reported, "Madam, everyone attending the afternoon meeting has been notified. Please rest assured. I promise I won't make the same mistake again. Please forgive me."
She grunted without looking up, then got up and left the office, ignoring me as she went to lunch. I stood there dumbfounded in front of her desk, at a loss. After a moment, I moved two steps towards the desk and slowly knelt down in front of her chair, silently apologizing and asking for her punishment. I knelt motionless beside her chair, punishing myself as a way of apologizing to her. Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, she had forgotten her phone and returned midway. I heard her footsteps behind me and quickly stood up, but because I had been kneeling for so long, my knees were numb, and I couldn't stand up straight. I held onto the corner of her desk for support.
"What are you doing?" I wondered if she had seen me kneeling in front of her chair. Judging from her tone, she seemed to have stopped being angry. "Why aren't you eating?"
I replied humbly, "Thank you for your concern, Madame. You've always been so good to me. I shouldn't have done this today; I'll definitely do it again next time. Please punish me!"
A rare smile appeared on her face as she said gently, "You don't need to be so dramatic. You're not a child anymore, yet you're still so timid. It's good that you know you were wrong. You need to be more serious about your work in the future, and not procrastinate. Let me punish you? Then I'll punish you by not letting you eat today." She laughed. She was joking; I really hadn't eaten.
She waved her hand and said, "Alright, alright, I need to rest." Whenever Ma Yanli was at work, she would take a short nap in the office at noon, carrying a face mask with her for a beauty nap.
Hearing that she wanted to rest, I had a sudden inspiration. I very attentively took out a pillow and a blanket from the cabinet beside me, first placing the pillow and helping her lie down on the leather sofa, then gently covering her with the blanket. She already had a face mask on, and her two high-heeled feet were propped up on the armrest of the sofa at the other end. She was so tall! This was the first time I'd ever helped her take a nap. Seeing how attentive I was, she readily accepted it. However, I didn't dare to rashly remove her high heels, so I tentatively asked, "Madam, your shoes...?" Ma Yanli liked to wear boots, but whenever she was at the company, she always wore a well-fitting black suit, trousers, a blazer, and a pair of super high-heeled pumps.
"Ah?? Shoes, take them off for me."
"Yes, Madam!" I replied excitedly, kneeling down at the end of the sofa where her feet were propped up, and slowly and respectfully removed her high heels one by one.
She closed her eyes, her face mask on, and said, "Close the door for me, then you can leave." "Yes, madam." This time, I intentionally confused "madam" with "mamu," and reluctantly left her office, closing the door behind me as she instructed. From then on, my job included serving her during her afternoon nap on the office sofa.
Days passed, and several days a week, I served her during her lunch break at the company, but my relationship with her kept evolving.
Finally, the opportunity came. After lunch, I helped her lie down on the sofa, took off her high heels and placed them in front of her. Just as I was about to leave her office, she called me back: "I'm waiting for a fax from Beijing. Don't leave. Watch the fax machine. Wake me up immediately when it arrives." I stood by the fax machine as instructed, my eyes secretly glancing at her. The "Sleeping Beauty" of fairy tales appeared before my eyes, but she was a giant Barbie doll, the height of a supermodel. I don't know why I was so fascinated by such a tall, yet incredibly feminine woman. A thin, soft towel accentuated her beautiful figure, the undulating curves outlining the magnetic sex appeal of a mature woman. She wore a face mask and was fast asleep.
I tried my best to control my excitement, facing her lying on the sofa, and slowly knelt down.
The room was extremely quiet. I held my breath and knelt quietly, soon hearing her even, soft snoring. My courage grew a little. I reached forward and crawled towards her, limbs interlaced. I finally crawled to her feet and raised my head, bringing my nose close to her delicate feet. Afraid of waking her, I dared not let my nose or mouth touch her feet; they were size 40. The closer I got, the more I felt my own insignificance and awe. Perhaps the warm breath from my nose made her uncomfortable, for her foot shifted slightly, and I quickly pulled my head back down. Below were her high heels, and I couldn't resist sticking out my tongue, licking the indentations of her shoes with a fervent passion, for she had once stepped on them with her heels! Just then, the fax machine beeped. I rushed back to it; a fax from Beijing had arrived. I put away the fax, checked that she was still asleep, and quietly crawled back to her side. I remained kneeling, holding the fax paper and softly calling in her ear, "Madame, Madame?" She moved her head slightly and mumbled, "What is it? Is it a fax from Beijing?" I replied, "Madame, yes." She pulled off her face mask, bent her arm, took the fax from my hand, quickly glanced at it, and a smile immediately appeared on her face. She tossed the fax paper back to me, then sat up abruptly from the sofa. I hurriedly caught the fax paper, but remained kneeling
in front of the sofa where she was sitting. She seemed very excited, looking at me and saying, "What are you doing kneeling there like an idiot?
Get up, get ready to come to Shanghai with me tomorrow." I nodded repeatedly, but didn't stand up immediately. Instead, I knelt down and brought her high heels, placing them beside her feet. Of course, I wanted to help her put them on, but I was afraid of offending her and didn't dare to be too attentive. She didn't seem to notice my actions, stretched out her leg, slipped the heel into the shoe, stood up, and went to her desk to make a phone call. I tactfully got up and left her office.
Chapter Three: An Unexpected Change
The next afternoon, I boarded the train to Shanghai with her. We couldn't get plane tickets, and the airport was closed due to heavy fog. That night, around 10 pm, I was still worrying at the airport when she called. Upon hearing about the fog-induced closure, she declared, "No matter what, I'm going to Shanghai the day after tomorrow," and hung up. Luckily, I had been prepared and had a friend buy train tickets to Shanghai. Seeing that there was no other way, she had to take the train too. The designers, display staff, and pattern makers for this launch event were all from the Shanghai branch, so it was just her and me in a double sleeper compartment. She leaned against the car window, her once-golden hair now slightly faded and frizzy. Lately, she'd been so busy with work that she hadn't had time to style it; the roots were even turning black. On most people, this would look sloppy, but on her tall and elegant figure, it exuded a casual chic. She wore a simple white fitted t-shirt and jeans, but true to her taste, she'd added a trendy red and multicolored cashmere scarf, which she hadn't taken off even after sitting down, letting it drape casually over the seat – quite a pose, after all. She was casually reading a men's magazine. I sat on the berth opposite her, gazing at her beautiful, noble face, thinking to myself, "To serve such a mistress in this lifetime would be a truly worthwhile experience."
Upon arriving in Shanghai, after a series of designs, orders, planning, and organization, the Shanghai Fashion Week show officially took place. I was like a servant, attending to her every need, offering her water and a towel to make her more comfortable in the cool October weather. However, others didn't see me as a sycophant; they thought I was a very proper person, especially showing loyalty to Ma Yanli without being mercenary or disgusting. I'm also very straightforward and have never schemed against anyone behind their backs. So, despite the good initial impression, coupled with my short stature and delicate features, I think they all treated me like Ma Yanli's personal maid.
The number of guests at the show far exceeded expectations, so I quickly suggested she bring over 100 folding chairs from a general store. After the lights went out, the main curtain didn't open, and the venue was quiet. I rushed to the staff for help and finally resolved the issue before the music started. Afterwards, the indispensable celebratory banquet followed. She was very happy because she had received many large orders after the show, and at the banquet, she drank heartily, displaying her remarkable feminine charm. After the other colleagues left, I helped her back to the hotel alone. Tall and imposing, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I practically had to hug her buttocks. Luckily, she was a model with small hips, so I could still manage to pull her close. I carefully helped her to the bed. She was already drunk, and in the soft bedside lamplight, she looked even more beautiful and alluring, like a drunken concubine, charming and alluring, yet retaining a dignified and wealthy air. "Jian, Jianbin, take...take off my shoes," she commanded. I knelt at her feet and removed her high heels. "Jian, Bin, come here..."
she called again. I crawled from her feet to her pillow, kneeling to listen to her commands. She said, slightly drunk,
"Jianbin, when we were drinking earlier, did you see that handsome guy? Did you like him?"
She actually thought I was gay. No wonder, there were quite a few effeminate designers like that in the company.
"Madman, I...I'm not gay!"
"Don't lie to me. You're so thoughtful, covering me with a blanket and taking off my shoes every day, as attentive as a woman, haha. Look at how afraid you are of me usually, so effeminate." She had indeed drunk quite a bit. "They all ask me how much I paid for this maid, hahaha."
"I'm not afraid of you, I admire you, I want to be your dog." Seeing her so drunk, I mustered my courage and confessed.
She closed her eyes and smiled, softly raising her hand to stroke my head, saying, "Dog? Haha, good dog. Go.
Lick my feet, lick them well, don't be lazy!"
I crawled back to her feet and began licking her large feet. My heart trembled, my breathing was rapid, and my mouth and tongue felt stiff. Her feet were so beautiful; though large, they weren't wide at all, slender and smooth, with almost no calluses. I gradually relaxed and began to lick them hungrily. Her beautiful feet aroused my lust, and I excitedly let out rough panting and howling like a dog… She must have felt very comfortable being licked; after her feet twitched for a while, she slowly drifted off to sleep, sleeping soundly. I kept licking her feet, and I don't know how much time passed before I vaguely hugged her feet, pressed my face against the soles of her feet, and knelt down beside the bed, falling asleep… …
A phone rang; it was the hotel's wake-up service. She and I were both startled awake. She quickly pulled her legs back and sat up, asking sternly, "Jianbin, why are you sleeping like that?" I was still holding her legs, feeling extremely embarrassed, my face flushed red. "Madam, I'm sorry, last night you made me lick your feet, so I..."
She hesitated for a moment, seemingly remembering the drinking incident from the previous day, and then beckoned, "Come here." I immediately crawled to her bedside like a dog and knelt upright, awaiting her scolding. She said sternly, "Don't tell anyone about last night, or I will never forgive you!"
I nodded deeply, kneeling and swearing to her, "Don't worry, I will never utter a single word, even if it kills me. I will always be your most loyal servant, the most obedient dog at your feet." Finally, the "paper" between us was torn down. I could boldly express my feelings to her, no longer needing to suppress or hide my adoration for her and my masochistic desires.
Ma Yanli squinted at me and asked, "Do you really want to be my slave, my dog?" I, too, wore a solemn expression, knelt back, and kowtowed three times to her, then said, slowly and deliberately, "I, Ma Jianbin, beg you to take me as your slave, to be my master. I am willing to serve you for life, like a dog following at your feet."
She was clearly moved by my sincerity. She lifted one foot from the bed and placed it on my shoulder, saying calmly, "Alright, from today onwards you are my slave. What I need most is your loyalty. You must belong to me; I am your mother."
I knelt on the ground, trembling with excitement, kowtowing repeatedly, as if only in this way could I release my pent-up emotions. She sighed deeply, "Get up, Xiao Jian, let's go home." "
Saying that, she shoved my face with her foot, got off the bed barefoot, and I knelt down and kissed her feet wildly, constantly thanking her for her favor: 'Thank you, Mom.'
She stretched, then kicked me to the ground, stepping on my chest, and said, 'Stop being silly, go wash your face and pack your things, we have to catch the train!'
'Yes, yes, Mom,' I scrambled back to my room.
On the same speeding train, in the same sleeper car, our relationship was completely different from when we arrived in Shanghai; we were now clearly in a 'master-slave' relationship. So when I apologized and said that I could only get train tickets, she became much kinder, smiling helplessly and letting it go. Although she wasn't entirely clear on what sadomasochism was, she was very talented at it. In her words, there were too many men in the world who wanted to kneel at her feet, but very few were as sincere and loyal as me."
In her presence, I no longer needed to hide my adoration. After getting on the train and putting down my luggage, as soon as I closed the sliding door of my compartment, I knelt down with a thud, then crawled to her feet, kissing the tips of her shoes. "Mom, you've worked so hard, sit down and rest,"
she said. She stepped over my head and sat on another bunk. "Let me massage your feet,"
she said, leaning back against the blanket and pillows. "Okay." I held her ankles with both hands, placing her heels on my chest, and took off her riding boots, placing them on the floor. Then I began to massage her feet.
"Hehe, don't you think it's dirty?" she laughed.
"In my eyes, nothing about you is dirty," I said sincerely. She smiled and said, "Actually, it's good enough that you're here with me like this." Her gaze, somewhat complicated, drifted out the window.
I couldn't help but repeatedly bring my nose close to smell the fragrance of her feet. Her feet were both soft and fragrant, truly a rare beauty. I was lost in the blissful sensation of massaging her feet when suddenly there was a knock at the door. I immediately scrambled up and sat upright on the opposite bed, adopting a gentlemanly air. It was the attendant who came in to register the guests' IDs. After she left, I eagerly knelt down beside her bed again. She said, "Xiao Jian, get up. You've been tired these past few days. Lie down and rest." I said, touched, "Thank you, Mom. I'm not tired. Serving you is my duty."
She pretended to be angry and said, "Be good, get on the bed."
I got on the bed, my eyes gazing tenderly at her beauty. She glanced at me sideways and scolded, "Why are you looking at me! Go to sleep."
In the late-night train compartment, Ma Yanli was asleep with her headphones on. A movie was playing on a loop on the TV screen. She was exhausted. I quietly got up and knelt in front of her seat, gently embracing her legs and pressing my face against her jeans. Her near-perfect feet were before my eyes. I brought her feet from last night to my lips again, gently kissing and licking them repeatedly, carefully savoring the pleasure they brought me.
My passionate kisses seemed to infect Ma Yanli as well. Half-asleep, she let out a soft moan, enjoying my tongue, my adoration, her toes caressing my earlobe.
I gently licked the soles of her feet, my adoration tinged with tenderness. At that moment, I treated these beautiful feet like my lover, comforting them with my whole being.
My passionate kiss stirred a certain arousal within Ma Yanli even in her dream. She gradually relaxed her body, occasionally using her legs to clamp my face and lift it upwards. I understood she wanted me to kiss her from above. I slowly moved my lips and tongue upwards, following the tight legs of her jeans towards her sanctuary.
Through the crotch of her jeans, a sweet fragrance wafted into my nose. It was unbelievable that her private parts could emit such a scent. I licked her crotch with my tongue. Even through the thick fabric, I think she could still feel it, especially as I occasionally sucked on her crotch, exhaling warm breath to warm her groin. Ma Yanli was somewhat awakened by my licking. Her eyes remained slightly closed, but her breathing became rapid. She lay flat and began to tightly clamp my hair between her legs, her hands already on her breasts. Soon, the crotch of her jeans was soaked, not just with my saliva. She suddenly lifted her buttocks, pulling down her jeans, and grabbed my hair, pressing it towards her private parts.
I buried my head between her legs. Good heavens, she wasn't wearing underwear! That beautiful paradise, exuding sweet, fragrant juices, I opened my mouth and took it all in, savoring it.
Ma Yanli had already started moaning, grabbing my hair and pressing my head tightly between her legs. I licked it with my tongue, then nudged it with my nose; my penis was about to burst through my pants.
"Little rascal, little sweetheart, um… I can't take it anymore, don't stop," Ma Yanli murmured incessantly.
I licked and sucked even more vigorously until I felt the juices in my mouth suddenly increase, and her legs went weak. I knew she had reached her climax, and my face and mouth were covered in her sweet juices. I didn't move, but gently continued to kiss her private parts.
After a while, she finally released me from between her legs. "You little thing, I didn't expect you to be so good with your mouth. Did you train specifically?" "
No, it's your sacred place that moves me." I answered while kneeling on the ground, then hugged her legs and pressed my face against them.
"Alright, I need to go to the toilet." Ma Yanli kicked me away and sat up. I knelt on the ground again and hugged her legs.
"What are you doing? I need to pee!"
"I... Mom... I... Please pee in my mouth, Mom." I pleaded, head bowed.
"Pee in your mouth? What? You really want to drink my pee?" Ma Yanli was surprised.
"Yes, Mom, being your chamber pot is what I want to do too."
After a long silence, "I understand. No wonder some pervert said on my blog that he wanted to drink my pee. You little pervert, hehe. Okay, lie down."
I lay on the floor of the carriage. The VIP sleeper was carpeted, so it wasn't cold at all. With the swaying of the train, my heart pounded. Ma Yanli stood up and faced me. There was only one monitor in the carriage flashing. I couldn't see her expression, and she could only see my outline. She spread her legs and squatted down on my mouth.
I held Ma Yanli's labia in my mouth, pressing my tongue against the bottom of her urethra. I immediately felt a surge of heat, and a stream of warm urine shot into my mouth, foaming like beer. The strong, pungent smell of urine instantly assaulted my nose, and my tongue felt a sour, astringent sensation. But the adoration I felt for Ma Yanli, the novelty of it all, was so stimulating that I swallowed recklessly, even faster than she was urinating. I began to suckle at her urethral opening, and she released fluids from her body like a breastfeeding mother. I even started wondering which of these were the beer she'd been drinking and which were the champagne. Until the last few drops squeezed into my mouth. I don't know how long this lasted. Throughout the entire process, Ma Yanli squatted on my face and began urinating without hesitation. Perhaps she had been holding it in for too long, but most people experience some discomfort the first time they urinate in someone else's mouth, unless that person is so noble that they've always looked down on others. Ma Yanli had been that kind of person for far too long.
Ma Yanli pulled up her jeans, sat down, lit a cigarette, and remained silent. She crossed her legs, drew back the curtains, and gazed at the fleeting lights outside the car.
I slowly got up from the floor, gently wrapped my arms around her calves, and rested my head on her thighs. She didn't resist, silently stroking my hair with her hand, an action like a young mother forgiving her naughty son's misbehavior. A surge of emotion welled up inside me, and my eyes filled with tears. Yes, tears. I didn't know if I had lost my mind, if I was under some kind of spell. A thirty-year-old man, kneeling at the feet of a thirty-two-year-old woman, having just performed oral sex on her and drunk her urine, now, with tears welling in his eyes from her gentle touch, felt a desire to forever kneel at her feet, to forever worship her as his goddess, like a devout religious believer worshipping their living Buddha. I knelt at her feet again, gently rubbing my face against her ankles and kissing her large feet.
"Mom," I whispered between kisses, the words escaping my lips so naturally, "Mom, I want to serve you forever, to forever submit to you."
"What?" Ma Yanli was suddenly taken aback.
"Yes," I looked up at her with sincere eyes, "I mean it, you are my goddess, but no love can express my adoration for you like the love I have for my mother. So, I beg you to accept your humble son." With that, I bowed to her jade-like feet like a devout believer. Ma Yanli
seemed to understand my meaning, and became somewhat moved. She gently stroked my head a few times with her large, white feet, then hooked my chin with her toes. "Alright, no need to kowtow anymore. You kowtowed quite a bit when you recognized me as your master a few days ago. There are many men in this world who want to kneel at my feet, but I never give them a second glance. Do you know why I chose you?"
"I don't know…Mom." This was also a question that had always puzzled me.
"Hehe, because I drank too much yesterday." Before I could answer, she chuckled and continued, "That day I saw you kneeling down in front of my chair, apologizing."
So she had already seen it.
"I've never really believed in your loyalty. There are many people like you around me, all trying to use me—either my body or my money. But that kneeling of yours made me a little more convinced." "
I must admit that before that, I was regretting what happened last night. I rarely drink too much; alcohol really makes things worse." She paused slightly, "But just now, at that moment, I didn't regret it." "
Just now?"
"Just now...you...drink...I don't know how to express it, but I felt like I was breastfeeding you, and you really felt like my child. I haven't felt this way in a long time. You know I have a daughter..." "
Now I believe even more that you genuinely want to recognize me as your mother. I like you the way you are now, and I'm very happy. So I'll accept you as my eldest son. But you must remember, it's still the same thing: can you really listen to your mother in everything and do everything she asks? The most precious thing you have, to me, is loyalty."
"Yes," I replied, "I can do it, and I will prove it with time."
It was clear that my answer satisfied Ma Yanli. She cupped my face and kissed my forehead.
"Go get me a face mask, I'm so tired I forgot."
"Yes, Mom." Everything changed after
Chapter Five, The Dog in the Dark Room
. Ma Yanli's office was on the second basement floor of the building, very quiet and avoiding paparazzi. Ma Yanli didn't come to work every day; she went directly from the basement garage to avoid harassment from celebrities. Usually, only I answered calls and met clients on this floor. Ma Yanli generally didn't meet people directly; important clients would make appointments. So every time I entered her office, I would kneel beside her waiting for documents to be signed or for work reports. She didn't show any aversion; for her, men at her feet was a normal thing. In addition, I had a special task: to drink every drop of her urine. At least I drank it every time she came to the company. However, it was never as ideal as the first time on the train. Ma Yanli always had to entertain clients, so her urine smelled strong. Plus, she was tall and big, and women's bladders are naturally larger than men's, especially after drinking alcohol, her urine output was astonishing. I inevitably felt nauseous sometimes, so often, it would splash onto the toilet floor. Ma Yanli didn't seem to care, but I felt guilty for not fulfilling my responsibilities. Ma Yanli sensed this and said, "Actually, I'm quite happy just to have you under my crotch. If you insist on being perfect, then give it a try." That was Ma Yanli's style—not demanding, but very hardworking.
I started eating large amounts of squid strips every day to get used to the fishy smell, and drank beer to cope with the rapid increase in urine output. After half a month, I could comfortably lie on the ground and drink any amount of Ma Yanli's urine.
This was my first paycheck since joining the company, a little over 4000 yuan. As someone who lived paycheck to paycheck, I only had 5000 yuan in savings. Holding my entire fortune of over 9000 yuan, I knelt before Ma Yanli.
"Mom, I'm yours. This is little, but it's all my assets. As your dog, I don't need this. I hope you can accept it. It's very little, but it's a token of my heart."
Ma Yanli glanced at me kneeling in front of the desk while looking at the computer, frowned slightly, and didn't say anything. She continued working online. After a long while,
she put down what she was doing, turned her chair to the left, and said without looking at me, "Come here."
I knelt down in front of her, holding the money in my hand, and looked up at her. She calmly leaned down, grabbed my hair with her left hand, and slowly but forcefully slapped me across the face with her right, her face expressionless. She kicked the money out of my hand and said, "Get under the table."
A little panicked, I crawled under her desk and knelt there dumbly. All I could see were her legs spread wide, her fitted black business pants perfectly showcasing her beautiful curves. Her hand reached under the desk, and I eagerly leaned over so she could grab my hair. She tucked my head between her legs, and I dared not move, much less lick.
I heard the sound of the computer keyboard again, and she said meaningfully, "What I want isn't your money, it's your soul."
The next day, I used all my money to buy a Pu'er tea cake. It wasn't very good, but it was the only thing I could afford.
When I knelt before her again and offered it to her, she looked at me for a long time and said helplessly, "How much does this cost?" "
...Over 8,000... This isn't money, it's tea, Mom. I just wanted to buy something for Mom. I know Mom loves Pu'er, but unfortunately I can't afford anything better." I didn't dare to hide anything.
"Sigh, you're broke. How are you going to live on rent?" Ma Yanli smiled bitterly.
"Mom...can I stay in the office? I want to wait here and serve you. I won't let anyone know, I'll just stay in the toilet, that's fine." I lowered my head.
"Sigh, if I don't let you stay, do you expect me to sleep on the streets?" Ma Yanli agreed.
From then on, I lived in the office toilet and didn't go back to my rented room. Luckily, I didn't have many things, only a suit jacket was worth some money.
Another month passed in the blink of an eye. It was Monday, Christmas Day, December 25, 2006. She called me last night and said she would come to work today to check on my training results this week. Because I had been lying on the floor with my face raised to drink mineral water, so that she could sit or even lie down to receive my service. Of course, I also insisted on eating dried squid. But to be honest, dried squid is expensive. Ma Yanli knew I was broke, so she bought a whole box and put it in the office. On the phone, she told me to kneel under her desk, facing the office chair, like a little dog with my arms outstretched, sitting on her lap with my head under the desk. Almost an hour passed. My legs started to go numb, and I was getting tired. So I put my elbows on the ground, lay face down, pressed my face against the back of my hands, shifted my weight forward, and gently straightened my legs. The numbness and tingling immediately subsided. When my nose was close to the floor, I took a deep breath. There wasn't much of a smell, but in my hallucination, I seemed to smell a fragrance resembling orchids.
The chairman's office was on the second basement level. There were no windows, and I didn't dare turn on the lights. It was pitch black all around, and the exhaust fan hummed, keeping me company in my lonely wait. Judging by the time, it should be almost 8:30.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a key turning. I nervously looked up and knelt down. The door opened, letting in the hallway light. Then I heard two crisp clicks of high heels on the floor, followed by a light switch on the room lights. My vision brightened slightly, but my field of vision didn't improve much. I was kneeling under a desk surrounded on three sides. In front of me was a chair with U-shaped legs. The seat was just a head lower than the bottom of the keyboard drawer (I'd measured this many times), and the chair's width was only slightly narrower than the space under the desk. Now, the chair seat was under the desk, and the high back completely blocked my view. The door closed again. I heard the sound of a handbag being thrown on the table, followed by the rustling of clothes being changed. Then I heard high heels approaching, the chair being dragged out, and black striped trousers tightly hugging two long, slender legs appearing before me. Then, my hand was kicked, but very lightly.
"I'm here, hehe," a soft laugh came from behind.
"Woof woof," I responded. "So she was checking if I was here," I thought.
"You didn't see? This morning my yard was frozen over. My darling had so much fun playing on the ice. I drove away quietly, not daring to disturb her. Sigh, I'm starting to miss her again."
She was a very devoted mother. Although she was very busy with work, she always made sure to go home to reunite with her daughter on Saturdays and Sundays, so she missed her daughter terribly after being separated from her on Monday. She casually complained to me and then ignored me, sitting back down in her chair.
I saw her upper body, just above her shoulders; her black blazer accentuated her slender waist and high breasts, making her
exceptionally alluring. The name tag on her left chest read: "Chairman Ma Yanli."
Ma Yanli sat in the chair in front of me, then moved her hips forward, her legs extending from my shoulders to the sides. She unbuckled her belt, and with a slight lift of her hips, I quickly grabbed her waistband and pulled her pants down to her knees. The crotch covered my face. I ducked down and crawled up to her crotch, her warm and soft thighs pressed against my cheeks, and before me was a lush, fragrant field...
I couldn't help but take a deep breath, a strange fragrance filling my body, as if my soul had left my body at that moment; just as I was intoxicated, I felt my face being squeezed tightly by her thighs. I quickly reached behind my back, found Ma Yanli's high heels, gently took them off, then grabbed her trouser legs and pulled her pants down, then spread my hands out on the ground.
Ma Yanli first took out a black suit, pulled her feet back from my shoulders, slipped them under the suit, placed them in my hands, and then, lifting the suit, leaned forward to stand up. I watched as the suit slowly rose, covering her pubic hair until it reached her waist. Ma Yanli fastened the waistband and then pulled the hem of the suit up. When her pubic hair reappeared in front of my nose, I couldn't resist anymore. I tilted my head back and stretched my neck as far as I could, trying to reach it with my mouth, but my hands were under her feet, and I almost missed.
"Right away, right away, help me put on my shoes first," Ma Yanli sat back in her chair, lifted her feet, and placed them on my shoulders. I quickly took out her high heels and helped her put them on.
With a "click," her high heels hit the ground, and Ma Yanli stood up, straightening her back. She
parted her legs slightly and said to me, "Come on, you slut." I quickly crawled off the table, pounced on her crotch, tilted my head back, opened my mouth wide, and took her petals in.
My tongue slowly traced the path of her flower. The salty taste made my mouth water, and I swallowed hard. Looking up, Ma Yanli's black skirt blocked my view.
Ma Yanli gently stroked my hair with one hand, pulling my head up close to her genitals. With her other hand, she pressed down on the hem of her skirt, which had been flipped up at the waist. Smiling, she looked down into my eyes and said, "Don't rush, you little rascal, it's all yours." As she laughed, she stepped her legs over my shoulders, clamping my face between her thighs, and thrust my head forcefully against her genitals, asking, "Ready?"
I quickly wrapped my arms around Ma Yanli's legs, hugged her waist, opened my mouth as wide as possible, pressed my nose against her pubic hair, and thrust my tongue deep inside before pulling it back, remaining still.
Ma Yanli smiled again at my expectant eyes, lowered her hands, and as her skirt covered my eyes, that warm liquid shot onto my tongue, making a "sizzling" sound. The faint taste of ammonia slowly filled my mouth, satisfying the deepest desires of my soul.
Before I could even savor it, I sipped and swallowed repeatedly, completely absorbed in the warmth. Although I longed to savor it fully, I knew that maintaining a vacuum in my mouth would allow Ma Yanli to release the urge more comfortably. Besides, too much in my mouth would spill out when I swallowed, staining Ma Yanli's clothes; Ma Yanli clearly trusted me completely. Standing there, while feeding me, she opened her bag, took out the USB drive and other office supplies, and placed them on the table. Then she picked up the air conditioner remote, turned it on, and considered bending down to turn on the computer, but then remembered she was still working, so she gave up. With her left hand, she lifted the hem of her skirt covering my face, looking lovingly at my closed eyes in enjoyment, and gently patted my head with her right hand, saying, "My little rascal, you're so thirsty! Don't worry, it's all yours, all yours."
The stream of urine went from thick to thin, then to a trickle. I stopped swallowing and waited. Sure enough, Ma Yanli's lower abdomen contracted, and another small stream of urine shot onto my tongue. The tingling sensation made my entire throat itch. This time, I slowly savored the urine with my mouth in my mouth. Because my mouth and her vulva were still tightly connected, no one could smell the urine. The liquid in my mouth had a faint salty and bitter taste, a taste that had fascinated me ever since I got used to it. After
carefully swallowing the liquid in my mouth, I smacked my lips hard, swallowed my saliva, and put my lips inside her labia majora. I opened them slightly and sucked hard on her urethra and vulva. Then I stuck out my tongue and licked the remaining liquid deeply back and forth. "Hoo~," Ma Yanli let out a long breath: "Feeding you is such a pleasure." "It
's a pleasure for me too," I thought to myself.
"Okay, that's enough, I'll give you some more later," Ma Yanli said, stepping back and pressing my head against her genitals. She kicked my leg and took a step forward. I quickly knelt back under the table, pulling the chair to the front. She flipped down her skirt, covering my face inside. My face was then tightly held between her warm thighs. Then she sat down, wrapping her legs around my shoulders and placing them on my back. She patted my head and said, "You worked the night shift yesterday, so give Mom a good licking. If you get tired, sleep here for a while." After saying that, she pulled out the keyboard drawer, covering the bulge under her skirt, and started working. Meanwhile, I was passionately licking and sucking her soft genitals between her thighs. The scent from under her skirt made me feel intoxicated and ecstatic, completely unaware of where I was.

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