Teacher Girls 3

(III)
Raindrops
gently pattered against the clear windowpane. The sudden drizzle disrupted the pace of pedestrians.
In a corner of the leisure square stood a stylish café, its interior simple yet modern. At this hour, it was nearly empty. A young woman, around 20 years old, entered. She sat down by the window and ordered a fragrant cup of coffee.
Soft sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her youthful and confident face—this was Miao Yi.
Smiling, she tapped away on her phone screen, chatting with a "customer" and completing another order using the café's Wi-Fi.
During the chat, she proudly recounted the incident with the maid from the previous day. No matter what Miao Yi said, the other party didn't believe her. Miao Yi defiantly vowed that in a few days, she would show him real evidence on her shop. How could her authority be questioned?
Having walked for a long time in the rain, Miao Yi sipped her fragrant coffee with a touch of melancholy. She felt her shoes were damp, her toes feeling sticky and uncomfortable inside. A wicked idea flashed into her mind.
The commercial street was so bustling at night. Afraid of thinking about things she shouldn't while staying home, Pan Jing had arranged to go shopping with her girlfriends. She felt safe with them, a feeling she had held until just a minute ago.
Her phone rang faintly in her bag. It was her old phone. This time she was careful. Before answering, she carefully checked the caller ID—it wasn't her. A slight disappointment welled up inside her. The so-called "princess" online hadn't contacted her these past two days, and Pan Jing hadn't reached out either.
Answering the phone, her calm heart stirred again. A subtle desire lingered.
The delivery guy called! The transit station near her home! A package had arrived.
Ignoring her best friend who was still shopping for jewelry, Pan Jing made up an excuse and drove alone back to the delivery point she'd visited a few days ago.
Not long after receiving the package from the person handling it, her phone beeped with a new message notification.
"Little maid, did you receive it? Reply if you did. This princess needs to speak with you."
Hearing that sweet female voice, Pan Jing's legs went weak, thankfully she was in the car.
The package in her hand didn't have any detailed information, just like last time, only the box was much bigger. It weighed in her hand; it was considerably heavier than last time. Pan Jing was a little curious, but decided to reply first.
"Mm." She replied with text as usual. This was just a game, Pan Jing constantly reminded herself. Privacy was important, though.
"You wretched maid, you're not even calling me princess anymore?" the other party scoffed.
Pan Jing wasn't angered; on the contrary, the reply met her expectations. "Princess, how can I help you?"
"Hehe, that's more like it. Tangtang loves you. Go back and open the package, I'll tell you about this mission."
Pan Jing, just like last time, clutched the package tightly and took it home.
After opening the package, a faint stench wafted out, mixed with a hint of mold. Inside was a pair of red, mud-splattered canvas shoes and a black marker. A mini bottle of mineral water lay horizontally at the bottom of the box. Pan Jing was puzzled. She had no choice but to send a message to inquire.
"Princess, I've opened it."
"Did you see the shoes inside? I wore them a few days ago and they got dirty from the rain. Could you clean them for me and send them back? I want to wear the shoes you cleaned. Is there a problem?"
"Of course," Pan Jing replied quickly. It turned out it was just for cleaning shoes, but this princess really treated her like a maid.
"Don't rush. Don't clean them yet, that's for later. Right now, we need them as props. There's also a marker in the box, did you see it?"
"Yes, Princess."
"Take some photos for me, I want to advertise them on the website."
Was she about to reveal her identity? Pan Jing was stunned. She didn't dare reply for a moment.
"Coward, this princess disdains to look at your ugly face, don't worry. I'm just borrowing other parts of your body."
Selfies, huh? Although Pan Jing wasn't a very conservative person, she had never been this outrageous before. And it was even advertising her original product shop. That was too much. What was so interesting about photographing those flat, high-top canvas shoes? However, the thrill of being manipulated still made Pan Jing give an affirmative answer.
"Hahaha, you little maid, so obedient. I was worried you wouldn't listen to your master. Now, take a marker and write 'Princess Tangtang's Maid' on your stomach. Write it neatly, okay?" The other person's tone was calm, as if it were a very ordinary thing.
Pan Jing usually paid special attention to her figure; her image in front of others was an important indicator for her. She always maintained a habit of exercising. Now, this girl who called herself a servant was demanding to leave her mark on her body.
Holding her breath, Pan Jing obediently wrote the seven characters customized by someone else, stroke by stroke, on her flat, even abdomen.

"Finished writing, Princess."
"Take off your clothes, lie down, and put the two shoes on your body. Strike a pretty pose, let's take the picture."
It really came to this. She was actually taking a picture with another woman's old shoes—how embarrassing! Pan Jing lay on the bedroom floor, took out the dirty canvas shoes, and hesitated about where to put them when a new message arrived.
"By the way, I just thought of a great way to boost sales. Take a picture of your upper body nude first."
Although she didn't know what this Sugar Princess was thinking, it wasn't a problem if it wasn't a picture of her face. A photo of her from the shoulders down to her abdomen was quickly sent out.
"Wow, maid, your breasts are quite well-developed."
"Thank you, Princess." The sincere exclamation comforted Pan Jing. "
Hehe, you're welcome. Now put the shoes on your chest, making sure the soles cover your nipples. Don't show your nipples."
Pan Jing looked at the soles with disgust; they were covered in black and yellow dust. Looks like she'll have to take a good bath tonight. Gritting her teeth, she placed the shoe on her full breasts, the round, adorable nipples being pressed down by its weight. Her proud breasts felt the weight of the shoe. Pan Jing was somewhat intoxicated, slowly seeing a phantom. A blurry-faced girl wearing canvas shoes stepped on her breasts, her alluring blue-stockinged legs suddenly rising and stepping down on her face… “Not done yet?” A complaint shattered the phantom. Without further hesitation, she adjusted the focus and pressed the shutter.
“Now put the canvas shoe on your face and take a few more pictures!” The princess really knew how to play tricks. Pan Jing put the canvas shoe on her face, one opening directly against her mouth and nose, the smell inside permeating her nostrils.
“Good girl! Next, put one canvas shoe tip in your mouth, and the other canvas shoe on your eyes, and take a few more pictures.” Chen Miaoyi arrogantly commanded. Pan Jing obediently complied again.
“Hahahaha, so obedient. Next, hold the back of the shoe in your mouth and take a few more pictures.” Pan Jing had lost all resistance and completely complied.
"Hahaha, this is so much fun! Great photos, I'm very satisfied. Now I'll ask you a trivia question. If you answer it correctly, we'll stop here. If not, hehe, then you can take a few more pictures."
"Princess, please ask." Pan Jing secretly hoped the question would be really difficult.
"Hmm...do you know what that bottle of mineral water is for?" The questioner's words were full of confidence.
"No." Pan Jing was glad she didn't have to lie to herself; she really didn't know.
"Silly girl, it's for cleaning your shoes. The soles are so dirty, the shoe-cleaning cloth always needs to be rinsed. Oh, right, I forgot to mention, the shoe-cleaning cloth is your tongue...remember to save the water from washing the shoe-cleaning cloth and send it to me; I want to see how dirty the shoes are. Take lots of pictures during this process, but be careful not to put your face in them! Hahahaha. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight, little maid."
Pan Jing couldn't contain herself any longer. Abandoning all moral and hygiene concepts, she picked up the shoe, pressed it against her pretty face, and stuck out her smooth, fragrant tongue, licking the shoe inch by inch. After licking the uppers clean, Pan Jing then licked the soles. Dirt, dust, pebbles, and even rubber fragments that had come off the soles from friction all entered her mouth. She unscrewed the bottle cap, rinsed her mouth with water, and spat the dirty water into a glass. Pan Jing continued this process, working tirelessly until five in the morning, when she finally finished cleaning and fell asleep, exhausted.
The next day, the package returned to Chen Miaoru. She opened it and smiled with satisfaction. The shoes were spotless; the uppers were clean, and even the mud and sand in the treads of the soles had been removed, revealing the wear and tear on the soles. The once clear mineral water had turned gray, floating with tiny specks of dirt—her shoes were indeed quite dirty. The unpleasant smell inside the shoes was gone, replaced by the fresh scent of perfume. Her roommates all commented that her shoes looked brand new.
She felt like a noble princess. Miaoru thought firmly to herself, "
I'm Tangtang, have you all missed me?" A few days ago, a buyer said they didn't believe I had a maid, which really annoyed me. So I had my female slave take some photos for me. Those interested can check out my album; it shows canvas shoes and "Black Tongue" shoes... Please support me if you like them. Today's original-shoe item is a special item, including a bag of shoe cleaning solution. If you don't mind the maid's saliva in it, I highly recommend buying it. (Of course, if needed, I'll have the maid make more. You can specify the type of shoes.) Also, starting today, all new and returning customers who spend over 200 yuan will receive a free photo of the maid with her breasts exposed; you won't see it in the album.
Judging by the maid's figure, she shouldn't be ugly. Congratulations to Tangtang for getting her female submissive.
The maid's breasts, under Princess Tangtang's shoes, are just two insignificant mounds of flesh.

The slave girl's face was nothing more than a stepping stone for Princess Sugar.
She longed to have Princess Sugar's shoes in her mouth too.
Congratulations, Princess Sugar, on getting an obedient wooden dog.
I need shoe cleaner; Princess Sugar, could you tell me the price?
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Pan Jing was browsing the internet in her office, secretly clicking into Sugar's Original Flavor shop, only to find this blog post updated, along with insulting replies from buyers. Her face flushed with shame. How had she fallen so low? Who knew how much filth was accumulating on her shoes? Even photos of her breasts were being used as promotional prizes. Even more pathetic, she still didn't know what kind of person her princess truly was
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