Chapter 4 of The Limits of Cuckolding

Chapter Four: Exhibition Games on the Train
Opening the door to the sleeper compartment, Ying'er and I entered our private compartment, although at this time there weren't many trains returning to Beijing.
Tickets were hard to get, but to ensure my first training session went smoothly, I booked all four private rooms.
Soft sleeper berth. Perhaps it won't be long before Ying'er realizes that I bought a ticket for a slow train, meaning every...
The kind of train that stops at every small station, a journey that would normally take 14 or 15 hours on an express train, would take us two whole days, bumping and swaying along the way.
We slowly drove back to Beijing.
Before the train even left the station, I pounced on Ying'er like a hungry wolf. The events of this week had intensified my feelings for her.
A private room. Her family circumstances probably never allowed her to afford a sleeper berth.
"Stop fooling around, let's talk after the tickets are counted," Ying'er said, pretending to be angry.
"What did your mother say to you before she left?" I pretended I hadn't heard her.
"Mom told me to cherish my life with you."
"what else?"
"there is none left"
"That's not right, your mom told us other things too, you forgot?" I felt like teasing Ying'er was...
It's a really interesting thing.
"Then tell me, is there anything else?" Ying'er jumped down from the second-floor sleeper berth and sat down opposite me.
"This," I said, taking the black bundle that Ying'er's mother had given us from my luggage, "let's open it."
"Hmm" I know Ying'er's curiosity is sometimes stronger than mine!
Upon opening the cross-shaped package, something that looked like a flesh-colored stocking fell to the ground. I picked it up.
I shook it and realized it was a flesh-colored full-body pantyhose.
Ying'er's face flushed red to her ears. "Mom, how could she..."
Just as I expected, the contents of the package were all tools her stepfather had used to discipline Ying'er and her mother.
I stretched out the stockings and discovered two large holes in the front and a see-through design for the pubic area. I brought them closer and smelled them.
It also smells of a woman's flesh.
"Is this yours?" I asked Ying'er with a smile.
"Yeah, my mom wore that too. We always share our things."
I thought to myself that the old man had really good taste; he stretched the stockings out in the light so you could see the reverse side of the stockings.
The sheen from the spray suggests it's an imported product.
Beneath the stockings was a black leather blindfold, a large roll of yellowed straw rope, a whip, and a pair of small bells.
Below the earrings lay a pair of transparent, stiletto sandals, each at least 15 centimeters high, with open toes.
Those shoes have a completely transparent, curved plastic upper, and a 7-8 cm high transparent platform sole with two fluorescent lights inside.
A small green ball. I couldn't help but gasp; this old guy still uses high-end equipment.
At the very bottom was a long, rectangular package wrapped in oil paper; I knew what it was without even opening it.
The compartment door was then knocked on twice and pulled open, revealing a female flight attendant carrying a large black notebook.
The staff member walked in. "Here, show me your tickets." Her entrance was so sudden; we were completely stunned.
Inside. When she looked down and saw the large table full of things, she immediately realized she had come in at the wrong time, and her face turned pale.
The red ribbon was drawn. "Get your tickets ready, I'll be back in a bit," she said, turning and leaving the private room. I quickly called after her.
She took four tickets out of her pocket, quickly exchanged them with her head down, and rushed out.
Ying'er lowered her head, her face burning with embarrassment. "She...she must think we are..."
"What do you think of us? Do you think we're perverts?" I whispered with a chuckle in her ear, "Or do you think..."
So you're a prostitute who sells herself on trains?
"You bastard!" Ying'er jumped up and pinched my arm hard in the same spot again.
"Damn it, why do you always pinch me in the same spot? It hurts so much!" I yelled, rubbing my arm.
Ying'er sat there grinning at me, "Hehe, karma!"
This train really did stop at every station. After only two stops, Ying'er noticed: "Honey, why is this train stopping here?"
"So many stops? Did you buy the wrong ticket?"
"Hmm, maybe. Maybe I didn't explain things clearly to the people at the platform. They gave me a slow train ticket, and I was wondering why..."
"It's so much cheaper than a regular sleeper berth!" I pretended to be clueless.
"What are we going to do on the train? It'll take several days to get to Beijing."
"Let's do what we love... Come on... Honey, the tickets are all checked now, no one will bother me anymore."
"They're here!" I said, cheekily sticking close to Ying'er.
"No, this door could open at any time. Don't let people laugh at us."
"Hey, that way, they can't get in." I casually locked the inner lock on the sliding door.
Ying'er lowered her guard when she saw that the door could still be locked, and let me roam over her body.
"Honey, do we still stand by what we said at your house?" I pulled her into my arms.
"Of course it counts...you little pervert, are you starting to overthink things again?"
"Yes, my perverted husband has been thinking about how to discipline you, you little slut, all the way here. By the way, you..."
Why aren't you introducing these toys to your husband?
"You're so perverted, it's obvious what you do just by looking at you," Ying'er said, completely letting her guard down.
I started smoking and drinking meat.
"I hope to hear the stories behind these toys from you, just like in Mr. Wang Gang's 'World of Collections'."
"Like that," I said with a mischievous grin.
"Okay, but I'll only let you choose three things. Mom said you can't satisfy all of a man's desires at once."
Ying'er said seriously, "Damn, my mother-in-law has this trick up her sleeve. She was waiting for me here..."
"Alright, you can't hide forever anyway, so... here's the stocking set, and these high heels..."
Heels, and those earrings, too.
"Hmm...this pair of stockings was sent to Uncle Duan by a comrade who works in Japan. I've never worn them before."
These stockings are so comfortable, the quality is really good. Even if there's a run on the heel, you don't have to worry about the whole thing getting snagged.
"Stop! Don't try to dodge that nonsense. I want to hear a story," I said with a laugh.
"Hey, when are you going to change your temper? I haven't finished speaking yet, these stockings are mine."
My mom also has a pair of black ones of the same style. When the weather is nice, Uncle Duan likes us to wear these stockings when we stand in the air.
As we caressed each other in the sunlight, the stockings shimmered with an oily sheen, much like the radiance of my mother and me.
It's like light, and it's as thin as our skin. My mom and I like to rub our bodies together when we wear it.
That slippery feeling… (Holy crap, is this even meant for me?)
"How are you? Can your heart handle it? Do you want to listen to more?" Ying'er flicked my little tent below.
When asked, I nodded my head so hard it felt like I was pounding garlic.
"These shoes didn't originally belong to us. They were taken from a stripper in Japan by one of Uncle Duan's comrades."
The shoes I took off my feet were sent to Uncle Duan along with a photo of the dancer. Uncle Duan even made sure we put them on before he helped us.
A comrade asked the dancer, and she said she had worn those shoes for two or three years, almost every time she sold herself, she was...
Some of the clients ejaculated in this shoe, so it still smells fishy to this day.
"When my mom and I first tried on these shoes, we felt really awkward, like our feet were being subjected to the ravages of countless Japanese people."
It was like being molested, but Uncle Duan said that the more these things that prostitutes wore were on us, the more it aroused me.
The women of the Zhao family have a deep-seated self-destructive mentality, so every time my mother and I take turns wearing these shoes, we must...
The other person is asked to thoroughly clean the shoes and the other person's feet, inside and out... Oh, and those two things inside the shoes too.
These glow-in-the-dark balls can light up at night. I've tried wearing them and walking at night without needing a flashlight; they also illuminate the body.
The stockings illuminated...
Ying'er recounted her story in one breath, and I was completely stunned. My admiration for the departed Uncle Duan was like a surging river.
...
"This thing, hehe," Ying'er picked up the pair of bells. "They're not earrings. They were placed here."
I held it up to my chest and compared it. It suddenly dawned on me, but then I remembered that these breast bellies were fastened with pins, so perhaps…
Ying'er lowered her head shyly and said, "Well, the hole has already been drilled over there... but it's been many years since..."
I brought it on, but I don't know if it's grown back...
I roared to the sky, a man who considered himself a voracious viewer, a wolf among men, yet on those nights with Ying'er by my side...
Fantasizing about Japanese AV actresses, little did I know that a stunningly beautiful slut was lying right next to me. What else could I do but be an idiot?
How would you describe yourself?
「好了，小变态今天的故事讲完了，我们去吃饭吧」莹儿拉起我的手就要往
外走，却被我一把拉回到座位上。
「小荡妇，我从今天开始在没有外人的地方就这么叫你了，听到没有？小荡
妇，答应我！」
「哦，我的变态老公！我快饿死了，我们已经一下午没吃东西了「她摔着我
的胳膊撒起娇来。
「我们马上就去餐车吃饭，但我有个条件，把这个穿上」我指了指那双高跟
凉拖。
「不要啦，那么高，人家会摔倒的，而且火车里又不稳。」
我的脸瞬时间拉了下来，莹儿发现我不高兴了，急忙试着补救：「好老公，
你别生气了，我现在穿还不行吗？那你一定要扶着我噢，我穿着它就曾经崴过脚」
莹儿正要往脚上穿，我又一把拦住她，「这么漂亮的凉鞋是应该配短裙的，
你把这身牛仔裤脱下来」
「你……欺负人……得寸进尺……」嘴里虽然不爽，手上却没停下来，莹儿
从箱子里拿出一件白色的卡腰短裙穿上，再解开高跟的鞋扣把一只嫩脚伸了进去，
涂着火红色指甲油的脚趾从凉高的鱼嘴里伸了出来，显得甚是妖艳。「这鞋如果
脚一出汗就会变得黏黏的腥腥的，都怪你们这些臭男人射在里面的脏东西」莹儿
一边把另一只鞋穿好，一边埋怨道。
莹儿站起来后一下子个头攒到了我的眉毛，１５ｃｍ的高跟把莹儿的小腿和
屁股更加完美的重塑了。莹儿不停的前面看看后面拉拉，撒娇到：「不行，不行，
这裙子配这鞋太短了，我站着都只到我屁股根，等一下我们坐着吃饭的时候我怎
么办啊？」
「怎么办？这么办！」我悄悄的把手从莹儿身后伸到她的窄裙里，一把把她
的丁字裤从上面拉了下来，还没等莹儿反应过来，我已经把她放倒在卧铺上，丁
字裤已经从她腿下完全的被脱了下来。
「走吧，这是你今天要过的第一关」我伸手要拉莹儿起身
莹儿是个聪明的女孩，她知道我决定的事情她如果反驳会是个什么样的结果，
而且我知道她自己心理其实也会有一些小期待的，她们赵家女人的通病。
莹儿拉着我的手站了起来，整了整裙子和我走出了包房。软卧车厢的走廊是
没有空调的，也不知那个没公德心的人把前面一整排车窗都四场大开，冷风顺着
莹儿的窄裙底部吹到她的小淫穴，不由得一阵阵的打哆嗦。
「小骚货，下面冷吗？」莹儿赶紧回头冲我使了使眼色，小声对我说」不是
说好了只有在没有人的时候才可以这么叫的吗？如果让人听到多难为情啊！「
在我一两米的前方，有个身材曼妙的女子穿着白色的齐ｂ小短裙，脚上瞪着
１５ｃｍ高的凉拖，正一步一步努力的平衡着火车的晃动，向前走着，如果她步
子稍微迈的大些，我相信有心的看家会在那白裙边缘看到一丛黑毛，当然如果你
运气好的话，还能一览她的粉嫩的小骚比。我沈浸在这淫靡的画面中……
在我们快走到两节车厢的交接处时，那个愣头的女乘务员又不知从什么地方
窜了出来，好死不死手上还端了一白瓷缸，只听见两个女人同时尖叫一声，一满
瓷缸的水泼在了莹儿的白裙子上，裙子前面霎时间出现一片雾濛濛的黑团，后面
的两片翘臀也隐约可见，整条白短裙几乎透明了。
「对不起，对不起，我实在是没看见」女乘务员一边用毛巾擦着莹儿的裙子
一边不停的道歉，擦着擦着她也意识到了裙子的变化，擡头看看莹儿，才发现是
在之前包厢里的那一对，眼中立即显出了鄙夷的眼神，收起毛巾，回身进了乘务
室，临了还甩出一句「真不要脸，骚货！」
我在一旁看着好戏，凑过去对莹儿说」咦？她怎么知道你的名字「
莹儿的泪水已经在眼眶里打转了，听到我调侃她，又用力拧了一下我的胳膊，
居然还是同一个位置。
「我就说不要穿成这样……呜呜……人家把我真的当成鸡了……老公，我要
回去换衣服」莹儿哭着说。
「不~行~，门儿都没有，今天如果你第一关都过不去，日后我还怎么调教
你，段叔玩你的时候你可以说不吗？」
「我……呜呜……」老婆边哭边捂着裙子蹲下身，结果小穴一凉发现蹲着更
是让人看得更清楚，一时间不知所措，只知道噼里啪啦的流眼泪。
我心里的怜惜和调教者的统治感交织成一种复杂无比的心情，下面早已升旗
敬礼了。我一手插在裤兜里来掩饰这种尴尬。
「你在这里待得越久，就越会被走动的乘客看到，倒不如我们一起去餐车，
你坐在座位里，有桌布遮着，反倒没人能看到」我对莹儿提议。
莹儿知道这是自己唯一的出路，于是狠了狠心继续往前走去。
餐车是在整节列车的中间，我们要穿过好几个卧铺车厢才能到达。开始的几
节车厢里几乎没有什么乘客，有的也是在倒头大睡，但当我们逐渐接近餐车时，
前面的硬座车厢却是人潮涌动，没办法，那时的中国人经济能力还是有限的。莹
儿在最靠近硬座车厢的交口处停了下来，回头看了看我，双手还是交叉在短裙前，
露出一脸无助的表情，我狠了狠心，对她说道
「你走过去的时候不要遮遮掩掩的，这样更引起别人的注意，你就当那是服
装秀的ｔ台，他们都是下面的观众，迳直走过去就好」
莹儿点点头，又擦了擦眼角的泪水，下身都已经在打哆嗦了，我甚至怀疑这
第一次的调教会不会给她留下什么阴影（结果当然是我错了……）
莹儿定了定神，迈开步子走了过去
「哎哎哎……快看，快看，那女的是不是里面没穿啊」
「操，哪儿来的骚货，大白天就敢光着屁股走来走去」
「老公，你看什么看，那种不要脸的贱货，你喜欢是不是，你膝盖又痒痒了
是不是，搓衣板不好使了是不是！「
「这个骚娘们，你们看看她那双鞋，就是东莞那边站街的鸡穿的，生意都做
到火车上来了」
一时间硬座车厢里乱成了一团，我走在后面，看不到莹儿的脸，但我想这绝
对是一次对她羞耻心的极大考验。
就快要走到车厢尽头的时候，突然站起来一位老者，挡在莹儿面前
「姑娘，你这身打扮是有伤风化的，你看看你穿成这个样子，小孩子们看了
是要学坏的」老人一字一句的对莹儿说
「对不起，对不起，对不起……」莹儿已经快哭出来了，只会不停的鞠躬道
歉，殊不知这一翘一合之间已经把白色的短裙挤到了屁股上面，整个阴部都曝露
在大家眼前，更要命的事，小穴里还不停的往外留着淫水，一丝一丝的顺着大腿
往下淌……
顿时车厢里口哨声四起……
「你看那小粉嫩逼，我就跟你说过她里面没穿吧！」
「你说话注意点儿，旁边还有孩子呢」
「嘿，怎么个情况，只准那鸡穿成那骚样，还不准别人说了是怎的？」
我生怕把事情闹大，赶紧脱下外套给莹儿围上，对愣在走廊上的老者说，
「麻烦您借个道，我们后面的人还要过去呢」，老人木那的又坐下了。
莹儿像一个木偶一样被我搀扶到了餐车，她的嘴唇已经煞白还不停的打着哆
嗦，眼泪不听使唤的留得满脸都是。两只手紧紧的拉着我的外套，把自己蜷缩在
里面。
我没有再提调教的事，点了几个菜和莹儿慢慢的吃完了，我从背包里拿出一
条长裙给莹儿套上，拉着她走回了软卧包间。
几口热水下去，莹儿的小脸有了血色，我笑笑问道」小骚货，刚刚爽吗？」
「爽什么爽我根本就不记得后来发生了什么」莹儿一脸埋怨的看着我
我把手伸到她下面，沾着她的淫水拨弄着她的两片大阴唇，一边提醒她「你
的骚穴流了好多水，全车人都看到了」
莹儿闭上眼，叹了口气，「妈妈说得对，我们当真是有病的……」
「告诉我你当时是什么感觉，我就稍微给你透露一下我们晚上的节目」我对
莹儿说。
「晚上你还要……」莹儿欲言又止，因为我的手已经在她的阴核上打转了。
「说吧，你越放荡我越离不开你」
莹儿的眼睛已经对不上焦了「嗯……对……就是那里……轻一点……刚才我
知道你不会放过我的，所以本想快步冲过去，可是那些乘客把我骂得太难听了，
他们越骂我，我下面流的水反而就越多，直到那老头把我拦下来，我当时瞬间觉
得自己就是这辆列车上卖身的妓女了，想开了我反倒不害怕了，自己都是鸡了还
怕给他们看吗？」
我加快了手上的速度……
「啊……啊啊……好舒服……老公……」
"Go on, don't make me work for nothing!" I snapped.
"Ah... I just want to be a prostitute... I want to show my rotten cunt to everyone on the bus, yes, and that..."
The old man who kept staring at my butt, the old man who got yelled at by his wife, I'd gladly go over and lick his chicken.
Even if his wife slaps me or spits in my face, I won't be afraid, even in front of her. I'll make her...
She watched me suck her man's semen dry and then swallow it into my stomach... and that old man who lectured me,
He's obviously not had meat in decades. If you don't drag me away, I'll smear his filth in front of all of you.
Lick my cock clean. Being a prostitute feels so good... ah... husband... hurry... I'm coming...
Just a second before Ying'er reached her climax, I pulled my hand away. "Ah... what are you doing... hurry... hurry!"
Put it back... Your prostitute wife can't take it anymore, your prostitute wife...
"What's the rush? We have a show waiting for us tonight."

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