(vi) The wife's training (2)

This morning, before Ya-ting left, she gave me another list of tasks I had to do. The first part was similar to the previous weeks, mostly about beauty and grooming.

To be honest, thanks to Ya-ting's guidance, and my daily anticipation of our sexual encounters with Ya-ting and my fear of Ya-ting reverting to her previous frigidity, I've been very diligent. I even searched online for cosmetics and beauty information. With Ya-ting's daily checks, my skin is much better than before, especially my face; my pores have shrunk, and my skin is smoother and softer. The

second part was new today. Ya-ting started making me diet, only allowing me to eat fixed amounts of fruits, vegetables, and low-fat foods for each meal. Ya-ting even added a line at the end:

"Ling, you can only drink 500cc of water today. If you dare to drink more, see if I'll talk to you anymore! From your loving wife."

So, with a heavy heart, I dared not drink too much water from early this morning and followed Ya-ting's diet for each meal. It seems Ya-ting wants me to lose weight. Speaking of which, I have to describe my appearance a little: I'm 165cm tall and weigh 57kg, a standard build, the kind of person who's fair-skinned and refined. I'm just not very tall, but because my face is quite delicate for a guy, I'm considered quite good-looking despite my height. As mentioned earlier, it's because I'm so delicate-looking that my wife compared me to her high school senior.

Although I'm a bit thin, I'm still relatively robust compared to girls, so yesterday my wife said that my face looks like a girl's with makeup, but my waist is too thick. It seems Ting really wants to make me look exactly like her senior.

When it was almost time for Ting to get off work, I heard her drive into the garage, and my heart started pounding.

As soon as Ting came in, we kissed passionately. This feeling was even stronger than when we were newlyweds; I truly felt like I was in heaven! I'm certain that my wife's frigidity nightmare is over for the past few years. I've also fully grasped the key element of Ting's arousal: I must obey, obey my wife to the best of my ability, including imitating her senior and becoming her sex slave, allowing Ting to enjoy the greatest dominance in sex.

I'm willing to do all of this. I think only readers who have experienced the same frigidity of their wives can understand this feeling!

As soon as Ting entered the room, her serious office worker face instantly transformed into a sexy, languid woman. Ting hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Sister Ling, I've been thinking about you all day at work." (Note: I forgot to mention that my wife stipulates that if you're going to learn, you have to learn the whole thing. When she wants to have sex, she has to call me "Sister Ling" because her senior's name contains the character "Ling," which sounds like my name, Ling.)

Then, Ting blushed and whispered even softer in my ear, "I haven't been to the bathroom all day... Sister Ling, you must be very thirsty, right?"

My heart was pounding. So this was the moment Ting had forbidden me from drinking water all morning! The humiliation and stimulation made me almost instinctively kneel down and, in the most submissive posture, remove Ting's work skirt. Then I pulled her panties down to her knees, and kneeling there, I greedily licked Ting's labia with the tip of my tongue.

Ting was leaning against the door, and just as I brought my mouth to my wife's other small mouth and sucked tightly, I heard a moan from deep in her throat: "Mmm... Sister Ling, I peed... Ahhh..." Then a strong stream of urine gushed out of my wife's urethra, and I desperately caught it with my mouth and swallowed it in large gulps...

My wife's urination lasted for almost thirty seconds before it ended, and although I had caught about 80% of the urine, quite a bit still dripped down my chin and onto the ground. Just after Ting finished urinating, she suddenly looked at me with the most lewd expression and suddenly raised her right leg. Ting wears high heels to work. Now, she stepped on my head with her heel, and I felt her right foot press down on me. I heard her give her first official command after getting home from work: "Sister Ling, lick the pee off the floor!" I obediently let her high heel press my head to the floor, licking every last drop of pee off.

After licking, Ting lay on the sofa, one leg on the floor, the other against the back of the chair, her legs wide open, completely revealing her thick pubic hair and intimate vulva. I immediately went over and knelt between her legs. I knew she wanted me to service her with my tongue.

I lovingly licked the already overflowing entrance of her vulva with the tip of my tongue. I saw her opening and closing, her labia already swollen into two large mounds, and the clitoris at the top protruding and erect. I knew Ting was in her most aroused state.

In this situation, I would sometimes lightly lick the tip of the clitoris, sometimes deeply insert my tongue into the hole, and sometimes sweep it across the entrance. Then, with my oral service and Ting's soft moans and groans, Ting reached orgasm.

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