Wang Manli's Foot Slave Training

The feet, being the lowest part of the human body, are placed upon something base. While other parts of the body
may be more suitable for worship in sexual relations, a woman's feet are the ultimate symbol of feminist supremacy. Therefore, regardless of
whether a slave is a foot fetishist, foot worship is the final manifestation of humility, subservience, and absolute obedience.

This is why boots and high heels have long been symbols of feminist supremacy, and masters often use
making slaves lick their boots and high heels to shine as a ritual to begin a slave's life. Of course, masters
feel more satisfied and comfortable with foot worship. Some masters like to force slaves into foot worship; they tie slaves
to the ground and then step on their mouths; they use slaves' mouths as toilets; the most common
form of foot worship is for the slave to lie face up under a sofa, with only their head exposed, so the master can sit on the sofa
reading, watching TV, or making a phone call while placing their feet in the slave's mouth, for the slave to perform the services demanded by the master
.

To show respect to their master, slaves followed these rules: 1. They must address her as "Master" and
execute every command without question.

2. Their own happiness was irreplaceable; their master's happiness was their greatest joy.

3. When the master stood, the slave had to kneel; when the master sat, the slave had to prostrate himself. In short, the slave's head could not be
higher than the master's buttocks. 4. They had to greet their master with their forehead touching the ground.

5. When greeting the master, they had to hold the master's heels with both hands, kiss the master's feet, and lick the master's high

heels clean.

6. The slave had to look down at the master's feet and understand the commands conveyed by the master's toes.

7. When requesting permission to speak, they had to kiss the master's toes or shoe tips until permission was granted, and their
tone of voice had to be respectful and gentle.

8. Every time they received punishment from their master, they had to kowtow and say thank you without any hesitation.

Furthermore, to meet the master's demands, slaves often needed to undergo certain training. A qualified foot slave
should have sufficient knowledge of their master's feet and know how to lick them in a way that makes the master's feet more comfortable.
This mainly includes the following aspects: 1. Soles: The slave's tongue must be fully extended
, maintaining its maximum width and being absolutely flat. Each lick must be gentle, from the sole to the heel,
then the ball of the foot, and finally licking it separately.

2. Heels: The slave's mouth must be opened to its maximum extent, with lips completely
covering the teeth to avoid hurting the master's feet. The tongue should be relaxed. The master's heel is placed in the slave's mouth, with the slave's
lips and tongue supporting the master's foot, and then licking up and down, finally gently
licking in an arc along the curve of the master's heel.

3. Toes. The method of licking toes involves the slave gently and slowly licking the toes with their tongue, followed by quick
licks . Then, the slave takes each toe into their mouth, carefully covering their teeth with their lips to avoid hurting the master's foot,
sucking on each toe, gradually increasing the speed, while simultaneously extending their tongue to lick
the base of the master's toes. Finally, the slave carefully takes all five of the master's toes into their mouth, quickly licking
the base of the toes with their tongue.

The purpose of a foot slave is to provide the most timely and comfortable service to the master's feet. Commonly, they are used as "human furniture,"
that is, slaves are used as everyday living furniture. Slaves may be required to remain motionless in one position for hours
or even a day. Therefore, although a trained and qualified slave can complete the task,
binding is often necessary to provide the services desired by the master.

Commonly used "furniture" for the master includes: 1. Human footstools. The human footstool is used by having the slave
lie under a sofa, with only their head and neck exposed. Their ears are tied with thin ropes and secured to the sides of the sofa to prevent
any possible movement of the slave's head. The master can sit on the sofa reading, watching TV, or chatting, while their feet
rest freely on the human footstool, commanding the slave to perform the requested services. Of course, the master can also command the slave
to stick out their tongue, allowing the slave to lick any
part of the feet with just a slight movement of the feet, without any command. Furthermore, the slave's tongue will not retract without the master's command and must remain permanently extended, allowing the master
to do anything barefoot, knowing that the slave's tongue will automatically lick the master's feet clean upon their return.

3. Human bathtub. The human bathtub is used by having a slave lie next to the master's bathtub, allowing the master
's feet to avoid touching the cold floor after bathing.

4. Human foot warmer. The method of using foot warmers involves having the slave kneel at the foot of the master's bed,
arms outstretched to the sides, head towards the headboard, and ears secured with thin ropes to prevent any possible
movement. The master then covers the slave and the bed with a blanket. This way, when the master gets into bed, the cold feet can be
placed directly into the slave's open mouth, gently warming it all night. Of course, while the master sleeps
, the slave can be commanded to switch mouths from one foot to the other every few minutes. If the slave
disturbs the master's sleep while warming their feet, or if the slave falls asleep, the master will punish the slave.

5. Foot Care. One of the more troublesome things for the master is regular foot care, such as trimming toenails
and removing dandruff. The solution is to train slaves to specialize in foot care. The slave's purpose in life is
to keep the master's feet healthy and soft. Of course, the master can train the slave to use their teeth instead of any other
tools to accomplish this task. Slaves must swallow clipped toenails and removed skin flakes instead of throwing them away. A small amount must be kept
each time so the slave can study the health of the master's feet and perform acts of worship. For example,
before sleeping, the slave must kowtow to the master's toenails and pray for the master's feet.

6. Human Foot Tongue Bath. This involves the slave using their tongue to wash the master's feet.

It is particularly suitable for masters who enjoy exercise. When the master finishes exercising and rests,
the slave uses their teeth to remove the master's sports shoes and socks, then carefully licks
the master's feet with their tongue, removing sweat and dirt, especially between the toes and heels. The slave must
swallow the dirt from the master's feet. Tongue baths are beneficial for the health and smoothness of the master's feet.

7. Foot Suffocation. This involves the slave lying on their back with
their ears secured with thin ropes to prevent any head movement. The master then uses one foot to press down on the slave's mouth.
The foot is pressed tightly to prevent air from entering, while the big toe and second toe of the other foot are used to clamp the slave's nose.
After a few seconds, the slave suffocates, achieving the same effect as sitting on the face. Moreover, foot suffocation has an
unparalleled advantage: the slave and master can make eye contact. This allows the slave to know whether the master
is punishing him for his mistake, simply because of the master's momentary sadistic desire, or
to test the slave's endurance. Regardless of the reason, the slave's helpless state and suffering will increase his respect for the master
and his own sense of inferiority.

Wang Manli made me wear her collar. When Wang Manli locked the collar, she added a "dog tag" to my collar
. It was a real dog tag, which read "Ownership belongs to Wang Manli." She said, "Are you happy to be my slave
?" "Yes, yes! The slave is very happy!"

Wang Manli said, "You are my slave. From now on, I can use you, punish
you, lock you up, and do whatever I want with you whenever I want."

My heart pounded. I discovered that I couldn't leave my mistress, I couldn't
live a life without being controlled 24/7, and I even enjoyed the pleasure of being abused. So I replied, "Yes!
Mistress , I give up everything, everything I have is yours!"

The Queen liked to make me drink her holy water. At first, she would just sit on the toilet with my head under her buttocks;
but Wang Manli increasingly preferred to urinate directly into my mouth, and she was more willing to stand on my face or simply
squat on my face. My favorite way was to lie on the ground and she would squat on top of me, so that my face was directly facing
her buttocks. Her genitals were wide open, and I could clearly see her thick pubic hair. Who could
see her urine coming out of that little hole as clearly as I could? The mistress commanded me to open my mouth, and she pulled her panties
down to her knees and squatted on my face. After a while, urine began to flow into my mouth. The flow wasn't very large, but it
quickly began to gather, making a sound like a thermos almost being filled. My mouth was like a miniature urinal,
stirring up a lot of foam.

That evening, Wang Manli made a phone call for over an hour. I was locked under the toilet seat, and when I heard her
return, my face was hidden behind the lid, so I couldn't see anything.

She stood beside me without saying a word. I heard the rustling of clothes, and then the toilet seat was
suddenly flung open. Before I could even see clearly, a white bottom sat on me, not straddling,
but sideways. As she began to urinate, I saw her labia tremble and her anus contract.
Then, too quickly, a dark, abundant, almost bitter, and intensely flavorful gush of urine
hit my tongue. I was caught off guard by her urine, and in that instant, my mouth was full
. I choked, and then Wang Manli, sitting on top of me, giggled.

"Can you poop in my mouth?"

I pleaded with Wang Manli. "That's disgusting, I need to think about it,"

Wang Manli said. After a long while, she said

, "I've thought it over, come with me." So I followed her to the toilet, lay down, and secured myself, preparing to receive a woman's feces for the first time. I only saw Wang Manli's anus contract a few times; she couldn't even urinate. Ten minutes later, she gave up. But she didn't untie me; she just closed the toilet door and left. Half an hour later, she sat on my face again. My mouth was wide open. This time she really used a lot of force; her anus opened quite a bit, but she only released gas and couldn't poop. She had no choice but to relax, but she urinated a large amount into my mouth and face. About an hour later, she opened the toilet door, wearing her pajamas. "I really can't hold it in anymore... " she said, and then sat on my face, sideways. I stared at her snow-white buttocks , wedged in the middle of the round toilet seat, protruding downwards in a heart shape. Then I saw her brown petals begin to wriggle and open, first the size of a penny… then slowly becoming a two-cent coin… finally a five- cent coin… In that instant, I knew she really had a lot to do, because she had been holding it in for a long time. I saw the first thick, long clump of feces emerge from her opening, and I opened my mouth, tilting my head slightly. Suddenly, her feces began to come out rapidly, like an unbroken rope, falling into my mouth. My mouth was filled with the smell of this beautiful woman's feces—its temperature, its weight , its texture, its odor. Before I could react, her feces had filled my mouth, starting to pile up on my cheeks and my neck. My penis, already hard as iron, began to ejaculate powerfully ; it tasted so good! Finally, she finished, and I saw from below that she tore off the toilet paper from the roll and began wiping the filth from her buttocks and anus. Then, she placed the toilet paper on my face, which was covered in feces, closed the toilet lid, and walked out of the toilet. This scene is unforgettable. To completely control me, Wang Manli made me agree to be her secretary. In the office, I was still her slave. That day, Wang Manli wore a yellow skirt, thick flesh-colored stockings (or perhaps pantyhose, because I couldn't see the top of the stockings), and black high heels with heels at least 7 centimeters high . Her legs were long and beautifully curved; although she was at most 1.65 meters tall, she looked incredibly sexy and elegant in the stockings and high heels. She put on new purple lace panties and the black pantyhose and red bra she had taken off the day before, which still smelled strongly of them. She also prepared a pair of her own old white nylon panties, flesh- colored velvet capri pants, white lace short cotton stockings, and white tight-fitting thermal underwear for me. Under the tight embrace of the high-elasticity nylon panties and velvet, I felt a constant erection, but it didn't feel like sexual excitement; rather, it felt like being bound, controlled, and forced into being a female captive. "Here, put this on." Before I could react, a leather collar was already around my neck , made of high-quality cowhide with a metal buckle. "I bought this for you at the pet store yesterday. If you hadn't been so obedient yesterday, I would have put it on you already. And this," Wang Manli took out two pairs of leather handcuffs. "You are my man now, so you must obey my discipline. I am your mistress."

"Hahaha, lie down obediently and put your hands behind your back."

I lay on the bed waiting for Wang Manli's punishment. It turned out that this was all premeditated by Wang Manli, and
everything was proceeding smoothly according to her plan. Wang Manli bound my hands behind my back, and then
put another pair of restraints on my feet. Unlike the hand restraints, there was a 30-centimeter-long metal chain between my feet, but it only
allowed me to stand and walk slowly with very small steps.

Wang Manli also took off her shoes and sat on the bed, pulling me down to her feet in black stockings on the stacked quilts and pillows.
"Kneel and don't move, don't raise your head." Wang Manli tightened the reins, forcing me to kneel with my upper body leaning forward and my face pressed against the bed
. Wang Manli then pressed a stockinged foot down on my head, and then took a shoebox from the corner of the bed. Inside was a pair of
brand-new black 12-centimeter high heels. Before putting on the shoes, Wang Manli had also put on a pair of black over-the-
knee nylon stockings. The stockings looked unwashed and had a strong smell. I smelled the scent of Wang Manli's stockings and listened to
the squeak of the nylon as she put them on.

She sat behind her desk, leaning against my high-backed swivel chair, wearing a pale green business suit, her legs crossed,
sheer, shimmering flesh-colored stockings, and black high heels with sharp, high heels—no less than 16 centimeters,
and very high-end. Only a white-collar worker in a foreign company could afford such an outfit. She toyed with her pen while
swinging her crossed legs under the desk, her toes darting around unabashedly, her heel already slipping out of her shoe, revealing
her pink heel encased in long stockings. Frivolous, wanton, a metallic embellishment on her high heels reflected
a dazzling light, dazzling my eyes.

I knelt down at her feet like a dog, my face almost pressed against
the top of her high heels. For a moment, her shoe brushed against my cheek, and she, feigning
ignorance but laugh at my clumsy movements. At her feet, my dignity was completely shattered.
My underwear was slightly damp, and her high heels smelled of leather and perfume—very pleasant.

"I'm your superior, your leader. You have to do whatever I tell you to do. You have no choice but to obey orders
."

She paused, shifting her crossed legs, the soft rustling
sound of her stockings rubbing together. "Answer the question I just asked you again
?"

"Yes, I understand. I will obey your orders from now on."

I was Wang Manli's subordinate, and also her servant, whom she could manipulate at will. I couldn't understand why she could
make me so obedient and submissive without using any force or external assistance.

Wang Manli arranged my seat in a corner. The table and chair were much smaller and lower than Wang Manli's, so
she could monitor all my movements. I could feel her often crossing her legs high and
watching my every move from behind. Several times when I turned around, my face touched her feet; a few times it touched
the insteps of her stockinged feet, a few times it touched the toes of her high-heeled feet, and one time it was even more unbearable.
What bothered me was that her legs were crossed too high. When I stood up, my head actually touched
the heel . I was so humiliated that my face turned bright red, and I even had to apologize to it. She wasn't angry at all; instead, she smiled smugly
and asked me, "Are my heels hard?" I said yes. She asked, "Are they pointed?" I said yes. She asked, "
Are they high ?" I said yes. "

How high?" she said, while waving her slender, soft, white, and slightly fragrant feet above my head.
She continued, "

You estimate the number, and the error can't exceed 0.5 centimeters. If you're wrong, hmph, you'll be kneeling at
my feet right now and wiping my shoes."

I brought my face close to Wang Manli's feet waving above my head.

Wang Manli looked at my face close and gazing up at her feet like a servant, and she seemed satisfied.
But then, as if afraid I could see too clearly, she took my feet off her head and placed them on the ground. So I had to
kneel down at her feet, my face almost touching the ground, to examine her heels closely. After only two or three seconds, she said, "Alright, tell me,
how high are my heels? You only have one chance." My answer was 12 centimeters. She ordered me to bring a ruler to measure
, and the measurement was 16 centimeters for Wang Manli. Obviously, I had no choice but to polish her shoes, and she didn't force me
. I can only blame myself for being too stupid.

Wang Manli was incredibly excited, but she feigned sympathy, saying, "Oh dear, it's far from perfect. There's no way around it, we'll just have to
follow our rules. You'll have to kneel and not get up.
" She pointed to the bottom drawer of her table with her toes. "The shoe brush and shoe polish are in there. Take them out." I took out the shoe brush and shoe polish as instructed and began
kneeling to polish her shoes.

Actually, her high heels weren't dirty. I had already come to this point, so I
had to serve Wang Manli with utmost respect. To please her, I polished them very diligently, my face almost touching her feet. In a short while,
sweat was beading on my face.

I carefully polished her shoes, the upper, the toe, the side, and the heel, polishing one shoe at a time,
being especially careful to avoid getting the shoe polish on her stockings. I treated her shoes like a pair of works of art, polishing them until they shone brilliantly
.

"Okay, that's enough for now," Wang Manli said, crossing her legs again and rotating her raised foot to inspect the shoes from various angles.
After checking if my shoes were clean enough, she switched legs and lifted the other foot to check them as well. Finally,
the other foot passed the test as well. "

Good, well done. From today onwards, you must polish my shoes like this every day before
and after work. Also, if I go out on errands, you must kneel at my feet and polish my shoes before leaving and upon returning. If you don't polish them properly, you will be
punished."

With that, Wang Manli placed her right foot, clad in a high heel, on my left shoulder.

"Yes, I will be your loyal slave," I replied. Wang Manli seemed unexpectedly satisfied with my answer and smiled.
"Alright, kowtow to me." She stomped hard on my left shoulder with her heel, which hurt me deeply. I
kowtowed three times to Wang Manli. Just as I was about to raise my head, Wang Manli quickly removed her
right foot from my left shoulder and pressed it down on my head. I dared not make a sound; this continued for about ten seconds.

She had awakened my subconscious masochistic desires, not only because of her arrogance and
sadistic tendencies, but also because I had noticed during our time working together that she was indeed intelligent, quick-witted, and honest.
It's fair to say that her intelligence and competence surpass mine, and it's only natural that she would trample on me—I have to admit
it. Rather than accept that, I'd rather wholeheartedly and willingly serve her unconditionally. Once, Wang Manli forgot her
pantyhose and underwear in the room. I found them the next morning. I put the pantyhose and underwear
in an envelope. At that moment, I really wanted to touch them, smell them, lick them, put the pantyhose in my mouth, or put them over my penis
. But the thought of Wang Manli made me tremble. I had become her loyal servant, and I didn't do that.
After Wang Manli went to work, I immediately knelt down and crawled to her feet. That day, Wang Manli wasn't
wearing high heels but a pair of over-the-knee black high-heeled leather boots with 14-centimeter heels. I
had brought them back from Italy specifically for her; they were quite expensive. She was wearing a black leather skirt, thick flesh-colored pantyhose, and a
pair of black over-the-knee cotton socks; I could see a section of her boots peeking out. Wang Manli didn't like wearing business attire to work
.

I held the envelope containing Wang Manli's pantyhose and underwear high above my head and handed it to her. Wang Manli
was amused by my gesture; clearly, she was satisfied and reassured by my devout subservience. "Very good, you did the right thing,
but you really didn't do anything inappropriate to my stockings and panties?"

"Yes, I dream of holding your stockings and smelling them, because I am your loyal and lowly slave, you are
my queen, and doing this is already the highest reward for me." "Hahaha, hahahahaha," Wang Manli
laughed so hard she could hardly breathe, and she almost fell over if she hadn't put her hands on her hips. She paused and continued, "Just smelling them?"

"I, I also want to, I also want to lick them." "Hmph, that's more like it. Since you've been so obedient today, I'll let you have your
way, but you're not allowed to use your hands."

"Thank you," I said, kowtowing to Wang Manli. Seeing my servile appearance, Wang Manli
laughed even harder.

Following Wang Manli's instructions, I found a piece of white paper, poured the stockings and underwear out of the envelope, placed my hands on the
ground, knelt down, and brought my nose and mouth close to them. First, I smelled them—fragrance, leather, urine, sweat—
I was intoxicated. These scents could only be found on a noblewoman.

Wang Manli, standing before me with her hands on her hips and legs spread, wearing high-heeled leather boots, appeared so slender;
her legs alone accounted for more than half her height, and she was already 1.8 meters tall—simply a goddess, a
queen, or an empress. A man like me was only fit to be a slave to this intelligent and alluring girl; perhaps this was my destiny
.

"What are you standing there for? Lick it now!" "Yes!" Five minutes later, Wang Manli ordered me to kneel in the corner,
crumpling the pantyhose and underwear I had licked into a ball. "Open your mouth." I realized what she was going to do, but since I had already become
her slave, I had no choice but to obey. I obediently opened my mouth, and Wang Manli used her slender, white fingers to stuff
the pantyhose and underwear into my mouth little by little, stretching it as wide as possible. Under Wang
Manli's humiliation, the masochistic pleasure once again spread throughout my body. She admired her masterpiece and
me, who was intoxicated by it.

A woman like this should of course be high and mighty, enslaving others. Since that's the case, I might as well obediently be her slave
, be trampled under her feet, and be driven by her. I even thought that being a slave to such a woman was my glorious duty.

She crossed her legs, zipped up her boots with a whoosh, and took off her thigh-high boots, revealing
a leg clad in black stockings. Smiling at me, she calmly removed one stocking. Then,
she used this black stocking to cover my head, pulling it down to my neck, ordering me to enjoy her
fragrant stocking.

At lunchtime, Wang Manli ordered me to kneel before her, raise my face, and she used
the tips of her thigh-high boots to slowly remove the stockings and underwear stuffed in my mouth, the soles of her boots brushing against my face
several times .

"Come on, eat," she said. "From now on, you'll eat like a dog, only with your mouth. If you dare use your hands, I'll whip
you ten times." With that, she actually pulled a black leather whip from her purse and lashed my shoulder

with lightning speed . "Haha, does it hurt?" "Yes." "If you know it hurts, then behave yourself." She picked up the leftover lunchbox, spat into it, and placed it at her feet. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for this delicious meal," I said. "Lick my boots first, both of them, and lick the heels clean too." I obeyed her orders and began licking . Because I was so hungry, I licked with great effort, earning her frequent praise. After twenty minutes, she finally gave the order, "Alright, not bad. Eat now, like a dog. Oh, and bark twice first." " Yes, Your Majesty, woof woof!" "Eat it all, and lick the lunchbox clean." Wang Manli was born with the talent of an official. While licking the lunchbox, I felt a foot in a high-heeled leather boot pressing down on my head, pressing hard , almost burying my face in the lunchbox. From then on, I lived the life of an office slave (according to Wang Manli). My queen would devise various methods to train and discipline me during her free time at work. In winter, she wore tall boots to work every day. The office was warm, so I had to kneel down to change her boots and put on high heels that were over ten centimeters high. She had more than a dozen pairs of high heels, filling a shoe cabinet. I had to match different styles of high heels to her shoes based on the color, material, and style of her stockings. Before putting on the shoes, I would kneel down and hold her jade feet, which were clad in stockings or cotton socks, and inhale their fragrance. Sometimes she would take off her pantyhose (of course, I had to remove the part below the knee with my mouth; if my mouth got the socks wet, I would be whipped) and order me to lick her toes and soles. She demanded that I use my lips, tongue, and teeth to massage her jade feet to satisfy her pleasure. After changing her shoes, I would also hold up her tall boots that she had taken off and kneel in the corner to continue licking them clean. Wang Manli has been abusing me for over a year. I idolize Wang Manli. I remember one day when Wang Manli went out, I took out her dirty stockings from home and smelled them. The sweaty smell of the stockings stimulated my olfactory nerves, and my genitals immediately became aroused. I then licked the stockings' toes and soles with my tongue. I realized that foot sweat is very salty, and the smell and saltiness of the stockings stimulated me. I took off my pants and started masturbating. Wang Manli was already standing behind me at some point.

Wang Manli: My feet are fresher and smellier. Why don't you crawl over and sniff my feet? At this moment, Wang Manli
took her right foot out of her shoe. I crawled to Wang Manli's feet, sniffing them. The smell
was similar to the stockings I had just smelled, but with an added warmth from her body. Wang Manli shoved
her toes into my mouth, filling it completely. I licked the soles of her feet with my tongue; they were salty too. Then Wang Manli
pulled her foot out of my mouth. Wang Manli: Crawl over here.

Wang Manli put her shoes back on and sat on the sofa. I crawled to her, and then she grabbed
my hair and pulled my head to face her. Then she spat on my forehead.

Wang Manli: Listen to me, you are a slave, a slave worse than a dog. Wang Manli slapped me
.

Me: ...Master...I will stay...by...Master's...side...as...a...dog.

Wang Manli: Okay, but you should know that dogs don't wear clothes or walk on their own two feet. Now
take off all your clothes right now. From now on, unless I give you a special instruction, you're not allowed to wear clothes in my house. You have to crawl like a dog, understand?

Me: Understood, Master. Wang Manli had already taken off her stockings and underwear.

Wang Manli: Now you lick me. If you lick me well, you'll get a reward.

So I started giving Wang Manli oral sex. At first, I licked Wang Manli's genitals one
stroke at a time. Wang Manli started to react, with a lot of secretions. Then Wang Manli pressed my head tightly against her genitals. Wang Manli:

Go deeper with your tongue, you lowly slave.

I inserted the tip of my tongue into Wang Manli's genitals and licked hard, finally bringing Wang Manli to orgasm.

Wang Manli: Not bad, it felt very good. I said I would reward you. Weren't you just
masturbating ? Now you can continue with the stockings I'm wearing today. Opportunities don't come often, so cherish them. I picked up her
stockings, smelled them, and masturbated.

Wang Manli: Now, take a shower first, then prepare dinner. But the food is only for me; dogs don't deserve good food
, understand? Me: Understood, Master.

I then took a shower and prepared dinner. When I brought the two bowls of rice and Wang Manli's portion of food to
the table, Wang Manli immediately became furious upon seeing that I had taken two bowls of rice. Wang Manli: Dogs do deserve to eat, but
it's the master's leftovers. From now on, all the food must be left in one bowl, understand? Then Wang Manli brought a
rope, tied one end to my neck, and the other end to one of the table legs.

Wang Manli: Tomorrow, buy a dog leash. Tying me with hemp rope is too inappropriate. Lick my feet while I eat,
and also, from now on, automatically lick my feet when I watch TV or talk on the phone, understand?

Me: Understood, Master.

I then started licking Wang Manli's feet under the table. I first licked between Wang Manli's toes, the easiest
place for dirt to hide. Wang Manli's toes were full of dirt, but I didn't dare spit it out,
so I swallowed it. After Wang Manli finished eating, she went to the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of shoes. These shoes
had high heels and were very pretty. Wang Manli held the shoes in front of me, putting them to my nose for me
to smell.

Wang Manli: Does it smell good? This is your lunchbox from now on. Then Wang Manli poured the leftover rice
into the shoes and placed them in front of me. I then, like a dog, stuck my mouth into the shoes and licked the rice. Suddenly, Wang Manli tied my hands behind my back with
a rope.

Wang Manli: I'm taking a shower now. To prevent you from secretly using your hands, I'm tying your hands. Eat quickly.

I wolfed down the rice seasoned with foot sweat. Late at night, as I was about to go to bed, exhausted
, Wang Manli slapped me across the face. Wang Manli: Have you ever seen a dog sleep on a bed?

Dogs sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed!

I had no choice but to sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. Wang Manli took a pair of high heels from the shoe cabinet and covered my nose with the shoe's laces.

Wang Manli: Don't you like smelling my feet? Sleeping like this should be enjoyable, right? You can only
take the shoes off tomorrow. If I find the shoes not covering your nose for even a second, you'll be in for it. I had no choice but to sleep,
not daring to knock the shoes off my nose.

Just as I was having a good dream, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest. It turned out that Wang Manli had whipped me with a belt. Wang
Manli pointed to the floor. It turned out that I was sleeping on my back, and the shoes on my nose had fallen off.

Wang Manli: It seems that even letting you sleep flat won't work.

Then Wang Manli first tied my hands behind my back, then used a rope to tightly tie one end to my feet and the other end
to my head and neck. The distance between the two ends was very short, making my waist bend. Then she picked up the sneakers and covered my mouth and nose,
and then used the shoelaces to tie the back of my head. Wang Manli: This way you won't have to worry about your shoes falling off. Just sleep like this.
At first, this position was bearable, but I found that being tied up was becoming increasingly difficult.

In the morning, I made a serious mistake again. I couldn't get up on time and had to be woken up by Wang Manli. Wang
Manli untied my rope, took the shoes off my nose, and then put them on my head.

Wang Manli: Open your mouth, I need to urinate. Wang Manli wanted me to drink her urine, so I opened my mouth.

Wang Manli: Don't waste a single drop!

Although I tried my best to drink Wang Manli's salty and bitter urine, a lot of urine still spilled on the ground. Wang
Manli pointed to the ground, indicating that I should lick it clean. While I was licking the urine on the ground, Wang Manli washed up, changed her clothes
, and went to work. As she left, Wang Manli said: Tonight you will pay the price for your mistake.

Then Wang Manli went to work, and I also washed up, changed my clothes, and went to work. After work that evening, I followed Wang Manli's
orders and bought a dog leash before returning to her house.

Wang Manli: Have you forgotten my orders? As soon as I got home, you had to take off all your clothes. I had no choice but to immediately
strip naked.

Wang Manli: "From last night until now, how many mistakes have you made? I'm going to punish you, otherwise
you won't listen to me." Then Wang Manli took out a nine-tailed whip, an
SM tool she had bought from a sex shop. She first handcuffed my hands behind my back, then stuffed a ball-shaped tool into my mouth. This ball
had two ropes tied behind my head to prevent it from coming loose. Then she ordered me to kneel on the ground. Wang Manli: "Tell me
how many lashes you deserve, you worthless wretch."

I was actually very afraid of pain. With the ball stuffed in my mouth, I couldn't scream, and could only make "woo...woo" sounds to beg for mercy,
but Wang Manli ignored me. With a crack, the whip lashed hard on my back, the pain was unbearable.
Before the pain of that lash had subsided, the second lash struck. Wang Manli lashed again and again, the force of the blows increasing.
The speed increased, and my saliva kept dripping from the hole in the ball in my mouth, falling to the ground. I was almost dizzy.
Wang Manli stopped after whipping me twenty or thirty times.

Wang Manli untied me and told me to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. After dinner was ready, Wang Manli ate first, while I
used my tongue to wash Wang Manli's feet under the table. Then, of course, I ate her leftovers, but today she wanted to add something special to my food.
Wang Manli first spat a few mouthfuls of saliva onto my food, then straddled the food and urinated.

Wang Manli: Eat! It should be delicious. In a couple of days, I'll add something special to your food with my feces, okay?

I lowered my head and ate this special saliva-soaked rice from inside the high-heeled shoe where the rice was served. After I finished eating, Wang
Manli: I also bought something special for you.

Wang Manli took out something resembling women's underwear from her bag and put it on me. The underwear was
made of hard leather, and a small lock could be added to the adjustable belt at the waist to prevent the wearer from
removing it . After I put it on and Wang Manli locked it, I felt the chastity belt was of good quality and very comfortable.

Then Wang Manli took out a magazine from her bag, a Japanese photo book about bondage. Wang Manli
flipped through a few pages.

Wang Manli: Bind me like this.

Then Wang Manli used hemp rope to bind me according to the binding method in the photo book, and then
stuffed my mouth with the stockings I had worn that day.

Wang Manli: If I tell you to eat my shit, will you really agree? I nodded.

Wang Manli: Okay, later. Sooner or later I'll make you eat it. Kneel before me!

Wang Manli's tone was stern, and I was terrified. I immediately knelt before Wang Manli, and then Wang Manli
repeatedly struck my forehead with her left and right hands, at least twenty or thirty times.

Wang Manli unlocked my handcuffs and ordered me to turn over and lie face up. She removed
the stocking from my mouth and inserted a funnel. Then she urinated into the funnel, and her urine
flowed continuously into my mouth, which I desperately drank to prevent it from overflowing.

I was in the bathroom, unsure how to wash. She came in and made me crawl to the toilet, ordering me to put

my head in and wash my hair with the toilet water. Then she used a hose to rinse
my body and scrubbed it with a toilet brush; I dared not resist.

Finally, she made me step into the bathtub, spread my buttocks with her hands, and pressed the hose against my anus.
I felt cold water pouring into my intestines until my stomach was noticeably swollen before she removed
the hose.

She filled my stomach with water using a tubing. Only when my stomach was very swollen did she remove the tubing. My stomach
was filled with cold water. At first, I only felt bloated, but soon something felt wrong; my stomach started to hurt in waves, and a
cold stream rushed towards my anus.

"Hold on, at least ten minutes, or else… humph!…"

she threatened. I dared not disobey, and besides, I couldn't just defecate there. My stomach was in excruciating pain
. I desperately clenched my anus, cold sweat beading on my forehead.

"Ah! Ah! I can't take it anymore!"

I begged her. Only then did she let me crawl towards the toilet. I struggled to climb onto the toilet, barely able to sit properly, my anus already
unable to clench, and a gush of fecal water shot into the toilet bowl, initially a rapid flow. After a while, the rapid flow stopped, but my stomach
still hurt. I sat on the toilet, straining my abdominal muscles to slowly squeeze out the water.

It took more than ten minutes before my stomach felt any better. But she didn't let me dry off. She
made me lift my buttocks. I hesitated for a moment, and she hit my shoulder with a hose. I had no choice but to lift my buttocks. She
rinsed my dirty buttocks with water for a while, then pressed the hose nozzle against my anus. She did this
five times until only clear water came out.

"Good, clean now."

She led me to the living room.

"Now, do you really want to be my dog?"

I lifted my head with my foot and nodded.

"Okay, you have to be obedient. I can keep you from going outside. First, you have to get used to my smell.
Come on !"

She led me to the toilet. I didn't know what she wanted to do.

"Are you hungry and thirsty?"

I nodded. She made me kneel down and tilt my head back. Then she took off her underwear and straddled my face. I saw
her dark pubic hair and pink vulva. My eyes lit up, and my penis became erect.

"What are you waiting for? Open your mouth!"

I opened my mouth unconsciously, and a stream of hot, pungent liquid shot into my mouth. "Ah!..."

I realized she wanted me to drink her urine.

I swallowed quickly, but she probably hadn't relieved herself that morning, so the urine was quite large. I tried to swallow it all, but I couldn't
manage it all, and some spilled onto the floor. It took her a long time to finish urinating. She used my hair to wipe her vulva dry, and then ordered
me to lick up the urine that had splashed onto the floor. After I licked it clean, she plopped down on the toilet.

She reached out and pulled my hair sharply, pushing my face under her spread thighs, my head sinking
under the toilet seat. My head was between her thighs. My heart started racing. I knew what she was going to do. Her words
echoed in my ears from the toilet: "You have to get used to all my smells, including my feces."

"Yes, Master!"

I replied in a muffled voice.

"Good, here we go!"

Then came a farting sound, followed by a smooth, long, thick piece of feces sliding out of her open, beautiful
anus. It was almost right in front of my eyes, only two millimeters from my nose.

Then it broke and fell into the toilet, splashing water onto my face. I couldn't move; she was pressing my head down
tightly . Actually, even if she hadn't pressed it down, I wouldn't have dared to move.

Next, some smaller pieces of feces were pulled out, about five or six pieces, like bombs being dropped from a plane
, splashing water everywhere, my face was covered in droplets. When the defecation stopped, the feces floated on the surface of the water. Only
then did I come to my senses. I held my breath, afraid to breathe in the filthy smell.

"I can't hear you breathing!"

She slapped me hard on the back. "Suck harder, or I won't forgive you!"

she threatened.

I started to inhale deeply. I was such a pathetic person; the smell was so foul that I felt dizzy.

"Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale..."

She sang along with my breathing. Her hands pressed hard against my back, her thighs clamping tightly around the back of my head.

I took several deep breaths again, almost vomiting, but there was nothing left in my stomach.

"Not bad, you'll want to smell this. I think I can train you to be a 'human toilet',"

she chuckled.

"Ah!"

I heard her stomach rumble, and a torrent of loose stool gushed from her anus.
My stomach churned with nausea; I tried desperately to hold it in, but I still vomited up yellow bile. Unaware of my condition, she continued to slap my
back forcefully. I tried to breathe, but I couldn't control myself; it was too disgusting. I closed my eyes.

She yanked my hair, pulling my head out of the toilet bowl.

"Fine! You dare close your eyes? What are you? You're my dog!"

I opened my eyes, seeing her angry face, and fear gripped me again.

"I, I, I couldn't help it. Please forgive me, I won't do it again,"

I begged for her mercy.

"Fine! I'll let you off this time. Looks like I'll have to train you to be my toilet first."

She pulled my hair hard again, shoving my head into the toilet.

My face was almost touching the floating feces. I didn't dare resist. I breathed heavily, trying to appease her, hoping
she would forgive me.

Finally, she announced she was done. I loosened my legs and let go, but I still didn't dare move my head out of the toilet. She
grabbed my hair, pulled my head out, and dragged me away from the toilet. I noticed she didn't use toilet paper to wipe her bottom and
didn't flush.

She lifted my head, smiling maliciously at me, standing above me.

"You know what you should do. I think you won't disappoint me again."

She pointed to her buttocks, then turned around. Her white, plump buttocks were sticking out in front of my face.
I could see brown feces stuck to the cleft of her buttocks and anus.

"Spread my buttocks,"

she commanded. Trembling, I grasped her soft buttocks with both hands and gently pulled them apart. I could clearly see
feces stuck between her buttocks, brown feces clinging to her anal hair, and even her slightly open anus. I hesitated
; I couldn't lick this.

"Hurry up, lick it clean! After you've licked it clean, I'll wipe it with toilet paper and check. If there's even a speck of
dirt, you'll be punished by eating everything in the toilet bowl!"

"Yes, Master." "

Do a good job! Hurry up!"

I pressed my face into her buttocks, starting by gently licking the edge of her buttocks with my tongue
. The taste was foul and bitter. I had no choice but to endure it and slowly lick the filthy
feces. When my tongue reached her anus, I heard her groan. She pressed one hand behind
my head, forcefully thrusting my face in and out. She swayed her hips, my face completely submerged in her
buttocks. She rotated her hips, wiping my face with her feces-covered ass, leaving my face and her
entire buttocks covered in filth.

When she stopped swaying, I laboriously stretched out my tongue to lick her entire buttocks. I couldn't lick too close,
otherwise I would get more feces from my face onto her buttocks—it was incredibly difficult.

I started with her anus, cleaning it thoroughly, then licked the cleft of her buttocks, and
finally the entire surface. It took me nearly twenty minutes to clean her. During this time, my penis reached its
maximum erection, and as soon as I finished, I ejaculated a large amount of semen.

After cleaning, I carefully checked again; it was indeed clean. She stood up, tore off a piece of toilet
paper, and wiped her bottom inside and out. She examined it closely, finding no stains, and
nodded in satisfaction. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking she should let me wash my face and mouth.

She seemed to know what I was thinking; she told me I was allowed to clean myself now, but I had to wait.

She moved to the sink and began brushing her teeth. After a while, she turned around, and I saw her mouth
was full of white toothpaste foam. She bent down and told me to open my mouth. After I opened it, she spat
into my mouth, ordering me to rinse my mouth and swallow. She smiled as she watched me do as she commanded.

A moment later, she looked disgusted: "Look, you're so dirty! Your face looks like toilet paper after wiping your bottom
!"

I didn't understand what she meant, but I knew there was definitely a lot of poop on my face.

"I'm going to class now. You don't need to go to work today; just stay home."

She glanced at Zhong and said. She didn't make me wash my face clean. Instead, she pulled my hair and pushed my head
into the toilet. I thought she was going to use the toilet water to wash my face again, but the toilet was full of her urine and feces.
How could that be clean? Wouldn't it just make it dirtier? But I immediately became terrified. She didn't make me wash it.
Instead wrapped my hands around the toilet and handcuffed them. My hands were wrapped around the toilet, and my face was submerged in it. I
couldn't get up. My hands were tightly handcuffed to the toilet, and I couldn't lift my face.

"I'm not ordering you to eat the clean stuff in the toilet, but you'd better savor it!"

she said very calmly. Then she lowered the toilet seat over my head and tied it tightly with a rope,
pressing my head down into the toilet.

"I'm going to school. You just stay here and wait for me to come back tonight. If you're thirsty or hungry, I
've left you this delicious treat in the toilet. I don't want to force you to eat it, but when I come back,
I'll be happy if I see less poop."

I had no choice; the floating poop was right under my nose. I heard her footsteps walk away
and slam the door shut.

"Goodbye!"

She left.

I understood my situation. My hands were handcuffed to the toilet seat, and I could only kneel,
unable to straighten up. I felt ashamed, my mind was numb, and I began to feel mentally unstable. A short
while after she left, I couldn't help but scream in terror, but my screams echoed against the toilet wall, pounding against my eardrums
, and I could only sob and cry. I was going to be locked up like this for more than ten hours, and I gradually felt very uncomfortable. I tried to
untie my hands, but it was impossible. I tried to bend my body and stick my head in as far as possible so that most of my weight
could be supported by my chest on the toilet seat.

I don't know how much time passed. My mind had completely collapsed. I slowly grew accustomed to the stench, and only
then did I realize that she was forcing me to adapt to the smell of feces; she truly wanted me to be her human toilet. I stared at the floating
feces, drifting back and forth with my breath. I kept remembering her saying that if she came back and
found less feces, she would be happy.

I spotted a piece of feces, closed my eyes, held my breath, and began to touch it with my mouth. When my lips touched
it, I recoiled. No, I couldn't, I couldn't stoop to eating shit, but she... she would be happy if I ate her
feces. I was delirious. I couldn't eat it, I had to eat it, eating it was immoral, eating it would make her happy! My
mind was in turmoil, and I gradually became confused.

I was jolted awake by the spray of water hitting my face and the thunderous sound of flushing. I opened my sleepy eyes and
saw that the poop had been flushed away. I felt the toilet seat open, and I turned my stiff neck to see the light.
She looked at me with approving eyes: "Great, I'm so glad. I found that most of the poop is gone.
You can become my qualified human toilet."

She let go of me and led me to the bathroom.

Wang Manli: Now pour a basin of water from the bathroom to wash my feet.

I thought to myself that Wang Manli was being so nice today, not even asking me to wash her feet with my mouth. So I poured a basin of water to
wash Wang Manli's feet. Wang Manli's feet were beautiful, with fleshy soles and toes, not too thin, long toes,
and smooth skin. After washing her feet, Wang Manli: You lowly dog, drink this basin of water.

I hesitated for a moment, then Wang Manli slapped me. I had no choice but to put my head into the basin and drink Wang Manli's foot-washing water.
It was very difficult to finish the whole basin of water; I almost vomited. Then Wang Manli ordered me to stand on my tiptoes and
hung my hands from the ceiling chandelier. The chandelier wasn't under any weight; if I didn't use my tiptoes, it would pull down.

Wang Manli: You need to be smarter in the future. Can't you tell when your master is unhappy?

Me: I'm sorry, this slave will definitely be more obedient in the future.

She ordered me to bring out a wooden box from her room. I examined it closely; the box was about a foot long, wide, and
high. There were round holes about half a foot in diameter at the front and top. The top panel could be opened upwards,
creating a hole just large enough for a person's head and neck. Since the head was larger than the neck
, it couldn't pass through the front and was locked inside. The top panel also had a locking mechanism that locked onto the front panel,
making it impossible for anyone inside to get out. The bottom panel was lined with plastic for easy cleaning. It was a
device that forced people to use as a toilet.

Wang Manli: Isn't the design brilliant? This was specially designed for you. Go prepare dinner now, and
you'll enjoy it properly later.

So I prepared dinner first. While Wang Manli ate, I washed her feet under the table, licking the soles,
toes, and between her toes, until she finished eating.

Wang Manli: It's your turn to eat.

But Wang Manli didn't dump the leftover food into her dirty shoes. Wang Manli: You wretched dog, hurry up and lie down
in the box.

I know what my dinner is tonight, but I'm hesitating. Wang Manli: What? Don't you want to eat my
fragrant poop?

I lay my head in the box, and Wang Manli closed and locked the lid. Then, through the hole in the top of the box, I saw Wang Manli
sit on it, already pulled down her pants, preparing to defecate.

Wang Manli: I've saved two days' worth of essence for you, open your dog mouth wide, don't waste a drop. At this
moment, Wang Manli defecated, and I ate all of Wang Manli's poop. Her poop was plentiful and long, about four or
five sections, and it tasted pretty good, not too smelly. I really enjoyed eating Wang Manli's poop.

From then on, I ate all of Wang Manli's poop.

Having been trained to this point, I was completely tamed by Wang Manli, a
slave at her feet, living a hellish life every day. Besides serving her in various ways, I
endured her abuse and humiliation, but I could bear it all.

One Sunday, Wang Manli was training me again. She chained my neck with a dog leash and dragged me
around the house, occasionally whipping me with a leather whip. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Opening the door, my eyes lit up. A
stunningly beautiful woman stood before me, wearing black fashion shoes with heels at least 15 centimeters high—
extremely sexy. Her name was Luna, a friend of Queen Wang Manli.

Wang Manli: "You wretched dog, hurry up and kiss your mistress Luna's feet!"

Hearing Wang Manli's command, I had no choice but to begin kissing Luna's feet. Luna was wearing black stockings today, and
the smell of sweat on her toes wasn't too strong. Perhaps Luna wasn't used to having her feet kissed, because she actually laughed.

Wang Manli: Look how happy you are to have your feet licked by a man. Take off your stockings, then you can enjoy it to the fullest.

Luna took off her stockings, and Wang Manli took them and put them over my head. I had to lick
Luna , but it was difficult to lick between Luna's toes. Seeing this, Wang Manli made me pull the stockings up to
my nose so I could use my oral skills to lick between Luna's toes and suck on them.

Luna: I need to go to the toilet.

Wang Manli: You don't need to go that far, there's a toilet right here. Hurry up and get in position. Wang Manli

pointed to a wooden box, and I had no choice but to stick my head into it. Wang Manli closed the lid, and Luna
peeked at me through the hole in the top.

Luna: It's so fun to use a slut's mouth as a toilet. Slut, enjoy our women's fragrant urine!

I followed Luna as she sat on the wooden box and started urinating. Of course, I opened my mouth to receive her.

Luna: It's a pity I pooped this morning. Watching this scumbag devour my feet is quite amusing. Besides licking
my feet and acting as a toilet, what else can this scumbag do?

Wang Manli: It's not a man, it's just a dog at my feet. But it's quite useful, for example, doing slave
work, being my punching bag, and relieving my needs. You'll sleep here tonight; I guarantee
its dog tongue will lick you until you're in ecstasy.

After dinner was prepared, they ate at the table, of course, without any for me. I was under the table constantly serving their
feet, one licking them with its mouth and the other massaging them with its hands. If I slowed down even slightly, they would kick me. By the end of
dinner, I had been kicked dozens of times. After they finished eating,

Wang Manli said: Tonight you'll have to serve us well, so here are some dishes for you. You should thank us properly tonight
.

Me: Thank you, Master, for the delicious food.

Wang Manli poured some leftover food and rice into her high heels and made me eat it. Indeed, I rarely
had the chance to eat a meal with vegetables at night; I was either given plain rice or rice with added ingredients, such as Wang Manli's toenails, saliva,
phlegm, snot, or urine.

Luna often tortured me with Wang Manli, and I became her complete outlet for her venting
. Every time Luna tortured me, I was in agony.

Every time Luna saw me, she would whip me severely without saying a word. If I cried out in pain, she would whip me even more excitedly
. She also had many ways to torture the whip marks, such as scraping them with her fingernails, rubbing them with the heels of her high heels
, or dripping wax onto the whip marks with candle wax. After the wax dried, Luna would whip me again to
remove .

Besides whipping, Luna also loved slapping me. Unlike Wang Manli, she didn't hold back; every slap
felt like it was delivered with all her might. Sometimes she would slap me repeatedly with both hands, and sometimes she would make me kneel on the ground,
waiting for her to suddenly and silently slap me.

Another form of torture Luna liked to use was anal dilation. In addition to inserting a female vibrator into my
anus, Luna would also use her hands to dilate it. First, she would inject a large amount of water into my anus with a syringe to cleanse it.
Then Luna would put on plastic gloves and apply lubricant to my anus. Initially, Luna
started training me with one finger, then two, then three. Later, Luna could insert her entire hand into my anus.
Of course, the feeling of being torn was still very uncomfortable. The worst time, Luna even inserted her foot into my
anus, causing me so much pain that I couldn't go to the toilet for several days.

Besides beatings, Luna also enjoyed humiliating me. For example, she made me eat almost every time she defecated,
just like Wang Manli.

One Sunday, they tormented me again. Today's game was guessing feet; if you guessed wrong, you'd be punished.
First, they blindfolded me and then each put their feet out for me to smell. They were both wearing short stockings
. Luckily, I always knew Wang Manli's feet smelled stronger than Luna's

, so I easily guessed right the first round.

In the second round, they took off their stockings and let me smell them. Again, Wang Manli's feet smelled stronger, so I

passed.

The third round was difficult. They each cut a small piece of their toenails and put them in my mouth for me to taste

. They were both salty, so I couldn't tell the difference. I had to guess, and luckily I guessed right.

The fourth round wasn't so lucky. They each poured a basin of water to wash their feet and then each

put a little in a cup for me to drink. Of course, I could only guess, and this time I guessed wrong.

Wang Manli: You filthy dog, how should we punish you?

Luna: Let's punish this filthy dog by making him eat our stockings! I think he'll remember our foot smell forever.

I had no choice but to pick up one of Wang Manli's short stockings and try to swallow it, but the stocking got stuck in my throat
, making me very uncomfortable. After a while, I finally managed to swallow it.

Wang Manli liked to humiliate me with other women, or lend me to very fashionable women for them to abuse
and humiliate. I remember once Wang Manli lent me to Queen Yue for two days. I performed very well, and
Queen Yue was very satisfied with my service. On the third day, when she brought me back, Wang Manli was in the toilet. She told Queen Yue
to sit in the living room and wait for her, while I excitedly knelt at the toilet door waiting for my master. After a while, Wang Manli
came out, and I quickly lowered my head to the ground at the toilet door. I saw Wang Manli's jade-like feet, wearing high-heeled slippers
, walk up to me and stop, then she stretched them under my nose for me to smell before walking towards the living room. I
didn't dare to do anything rash, because I knew that I had no right to kiss her feet without her permission, so I obediently followed
Wang Manli and crawled to the living room.

The two ladies met and started chatting in the living room. "Sister Yue, is my dog fun? Did he make you angry
?"

Queen Yue laughed, "He's alright, he's really slutty. These past few days he's been enjoying being fucked by me with the vibrator. Hahaha
..."

I lay motionless at their feet, listening to the conversation above me. "Yes, he's just
something to play with. We sisters can play with him however we want,"

Wang Manli said smugly. At this moment, Queen Yue took out a new vibrator from her handbag and said, "Good sister,
you can't just lend me your dog for nothing. I bought you a gift so you can fuck
him anytime."

As she spoke, Queen Yue grabbed my hair with her slender hand and shoved the vibrator into my mouth. "Yes,
wet it first, so it won't be hard to insert,"

Wang Manli added happily.

Then Queen Moon took out the vibrator and immediately inserted it into my anus, turning it on and letting it
vibrate in and out. I felt unbearable pain, but also a strange mix of pleasure and humiliation. Wang
Manli watched with excitement, arrogantly saying to me, "So cheap. Your master just finished using the toilet. Use your dog tongue as
toilet paper and lick it clean carefully!"

She then turned and presented her alluring buttocks to me. I quickly and obsequiously went to her, diligently serving her
. "Before you lick your master's buttocks clean, masturbate and ejaculate, understand?"

Queen Moon commanded, squatting behind me and thrusting into me. "Mmm...yes..." I could only mumble
incoherently . And so, while licking Wang Manli's buttocks and masturbating, I was simultaneously being played with by Queen Moon's anus
, and I quickly ejaculated.

This happened many times, and I enjoyed many of the Queen's bodily functions, including urination and defecation. I was very happy.

One morning, I knelt at Wang Manli's feet when suddenly the chain around my neck was tugged. Wang Manli said, "
I'm taking you out to play today. It'll be a lot of fun. Remember, you have to make me proud." I obediently agreed.

Wang Manli told me to follow her, but I didn't remove the chain from my neck; one end of it was tightly gripped in
her hand. I knew Wang Manli was already being very accommodating. So I followed her to a
place I'd never been before. Wang Manli ordered me to kneel and wait beside a row of sofas, then went to find someone. I
looked up glanced around the room. It was about twenty square meters, with a row of floor-to-ceiling mirrors and a row of long sofas, then
a row of wardrobes making it feel cramped. Performance costumes and high heels were scattered on the floor. Looking down...
Look, there are even a few pairs of old women's stockings pressed down by my knees as I kneel. What a perfect opportunity!
In the past, I would have secretly enjoyed myself, but I can't now. I'm Wang Manli's well
-trained , and I can't embarrass her. There might even be a few pairs of eyes secretly watching me. Just then
, I heard the sound of hurried high heels in the aisle. Judging from experience, I knew someone was there, so I quickly knelt down and waited
. The door opened, and about seven or eight mannequins entered, all over 1.7 meters tall, and wearing
nine- to ten-centimeter high heels—they were simply stunning. "Sisters, this is the dog slave I told you about.
You can use him as you like."

Wang Manli said, walking up to me. "From now on, they are your queens. You must obey
them as you obey me. Got it? Okay, I'm leaving now. I need to go for a beauty treatment. Come
back here afterwards. I'll prepare a midnight snack for you in the bathroom."

"Haha, Wang Manli, you're really something. He's really a slave? We can do whatever we want with him? Won't he get
angry?"

one of the models asked, puzzled. "Of course, sisters, he's very cheap, extremely cheap. You
can play with him however you want."

Wang Manli turned to me and said, "Toilet, it's your time to shine. Let's begin."

After saying that, Wang Manli closed the door and left.

The models sat on the sofa in twos and threes. One of the models said, "Sisters, do you want to see
how a cheap man acts cheaply?"

"Hurry up and take off your clothes. Let us see your dirty body and show us how cheap you are. Hurry up!"

several models echoed. I quickly took off my clothes and stuck my butt out in front of everyone.

They laughed, and I felt humiliated. One of the women said, "Is he crazy?"

At that moment, a woman spat at me: "Pah! How disgusting."

I hurriedly licked the spit she had on the ground, and my penis became erect. Several women saw my erection and
mocked, "Haha, he's really disgusting. He gets aroused by eating a woman's saliva. I wonder if she likes to eat
poop? Okay, let's ask him."

Then, the woman looked at me with disdain and asked, "Is my saliva tasty?"

"Yes, it's tasty, thank you,"

I replied. "That just shows you're a really despicable man. Don't you idolize us women?"

I said, "Yes."

She said, "Then, to show your admiration and respect for all the women here today, I want you to
crawl down to our feet like a male dog and lick our shoes one by one, even the soles. You must first
beg us to give you the chance to lick my shoes, understand?"

"Yes,"

I said, sniffing her high heels and then speaking in a very low voice.

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