Classic Domination of a Seductive Stepmother

The alluring stepmother (classic training)

Word count: 16429

The voice of the female homeroom teacher constantly filled the air, accompanied by heavy breathing and the chirping of cicadas in the summer heat. This sweltering afternoon felt utterly devoid of any breeze. She was about the same age as Aunt Li, but her demeanor was far inferior. This was the first class of the afternoon, and due to the heat, everyone's enthusiasm was noticeably low.

Zhao Song fiddled with his pen, his mind drifting back to his stepmother. He couldn't concentrate on the lesson at all; the monthly exam was approaching, and in this state, he feared he would fail miserably.

"That's all for today's class!" The bell rang almost simultaneously, and the homeroom teacher packed up her lesson materials and left the classroom.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" Chen Jin came to Zhao Song's side and patted him on the shoulder. Watching his homeroom teacher's retreating figure, Zhao Song looked puzzled and said, "I've been observing her for a long time. She never looks at her watch. How come she always manages to leave class right on time lately?" "

Just because of that?" Chen Jin looked at Zhao Song in surprise. "You know why?" Zhao Song looked at his friend in disbelief. "My goodness, you've been acting strange lately. That clock at the back of the classroom has been bought for almost two months, and you didn't even know?" Chen Jin said, pointing to the back of the classroom.

"Huh?" Zhao Song turned his head, and a large clock appeared before him. "Looks like your father's remarriage has had a big impact on you. You've been so absent-minded lately."

"It has nothing to do with that. It's just that the weather is getting hot, and I'm a bit listless."

After school, Zhao Song didn't linger and flew home. It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Zhao Song ate dinner alone and started cleaning up the dishes. Today was the last day of his father and stepmother's honeymoon, and he had been home alone for the past few days.

Tonight, they will fly back, ending their month-long trip. Zhao Song's feelings are very complicated. His stepmother, Chen Li, is only about thirty years old, about ten years younger than his father, and is stunningly beautiful. Ever since she appeared in Zhao Song's life, he has been completely attracted to her, or more precisely, to her long, shapely legs.

After tidying everything up, Zhao Song went to the entryway and opened the shoe cabinet. The top shelf of the shoe cabinet is Chen Li's special shelf, filled with all of Chen Li's shoes: sneakers, athletic shoes, high heels, and leather boots. Zhao Song took out a pair of black boots and began his daily routine for the past month. Zhao Song knelt down and respectfully placed the boots on the floor. The black boots stood alone on the pale green wooden floor, seemingly exuding a captivating aura under the white light.

This was a secret he couldn't tell anyone. From a young age, he had idolized women who appeared glamorous yet wicked, fantasizing about being trampled on by such a woman, becoming her sex slave, licking her shoes and socks, even drinking her urine. He never imagined that fate would be so kind to him, sending such a woman into his home. His father and Chen Li would be back in an hour, and he wouldn't have many more opportunities to be home alone. Zhao Song thought regretfully, kowtowing to his stepmother's shoes.

"Lick these boots clean, slave." As if hearing his stepmother's command, Zhao Song stuck out his tongue, carefully licking the dust off the leather boots, kissing the long boots that his stepmother had once worn with obsessive passion. After licking the boot top and shaft, Zhao Song buried his head in the boot opening, where the scent of Chen Li's feet still lingered... After venting, Zhao Song cleaned up and returned to his room.

Half an hour later, "Xiao Song, we're back!" Chen Li shouted as she entered the room.
"Hehe, Aunt Li, hello! Looks like you're having a great time!" Zhao Song walked out of the bedroom, greeting his stepmother casually, but his eyes involuntarily lingered on her feet. Today, Chen Li was wearing a black shirt and a yellow mini-skirt. The skirt didn't cover her knees, revealing her long, white legs. When his gaze fell on her flesh-colored stockings and black pointed high heels, Zhao Song clearly felt his penis stirring.

"Hmm, not bad, right? I bought you a gift." Chen Li took off her high heels, revealing a pair of beautiful stockinged feet. After changing into slippers, she took a delicate keychain from her bag and handed it to Zhao Song. "Thank you!" Zhao Song suppressed the urge to kneel down and smell the scent of the high heels by the door, and accepted the gift from his stepmother.
"How's your homework going lately?" Zhao Song's father put the things down, sat on the sofa, and began to fulfill his duties as a father. "How can I say? We'll know the specifics after the exam." Zhao Song shrugged, not understanding why his parents always liked to ask such pointless questions. "Hmph! What kind of talk is that? Don't you even know if you're doing well?" Zhao Song's father was clearly dissatisfied with his son's answer. "

What's the use of me saying I'm doing well? In the end, everyone still looks at the report card." Zhao Song pouted. "Alright, let's not continue this boring topic. Xiao Song, you should go and rest. You have school tomorrow." Chen Li interrupted the argument between father and son at the right time. "I know! Good night!" Zhao Song said goodbye to the two of them, then went back to his room, closed the door, lay on the bed, his mind filled with Chen Li's high heels and jade feet, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Zhao Song closed his eyes, but his ears were listening to the sounds outside. Perhaps he was too tired, he heard his father Zhao Wei and Chen Li enter the bedroom. In the bedroom, Zhao Wei was completely naked, his muscular chest and large penis exposed to the air. His hands were tied behind his back, and he was furrowing his brow as he desperately licked Chen Li's toes. If Zhao Song were home at this moment, he would surely think he was seeing things. His father, who always appeared strong and decisive in front of him, was panting heavily as he sucked on his stepmother's toes, while Chen Li's barely visible penis glistened.

"I'm very tired today, so you'll be my sex slave!" Chen Li raised her other foot and pressed Zhao Wei's face against it. "Lick it!" Warm breath emanated from her toes as Chen Li placed them in Zhao Wei's mouth. Chen Li's beautiful toes were covered in grime from the friction of her shoes and stockings, combined with the sweat from her feet in the summer. Although Zhao Wei found it difficult to swallow, he had no choice but to take the toes into his mouth and begin licking.

"Suck each of my toes one by one!" Chen Li continued to command, her hands rubbing her own penis, which was already beginning to secrete fluid. Soon, Zhao Wei had licked Chen Li's toes, leaving them covered in saliva.

"Not bad, faster than when we were on vacation. Is it because you saw your son?" Chen Li pinched Zhao Wei's cheeks, forcing his mouth open, and spat a mouthful of saliva into it. Zhao Wei frowned, wanting to vomit but not daring to, and could only look at Chen Li pleadingly. "Was it tasty? Compared to the urine you drank last night, which tasted better?" Zhao Wei swallowed the saliva in humiliation, wondering how this vicious woman would torture him further...

Seeing that the hour hand on his watch pointed to twelve o'clock, Zhao Song guessed that the two of them were asleep, and quietly slipped out of the bedroom alone. He first went to the entryway and, by the faint moonlight from the window, found Chen Li's high heels that she had taken off that night. He eagerly pressed the instep of the heels to his mouth and nose, greedily inhaling the lingering scent of Chen Li inside. Since Chen Li had taken her shoes out to change, the sweaty smell inside wasn't very strong, but compared to shoes that had been sitting at home for a month, this scent was already intoxicating to Zhao Song.

Zhao Song cleaned the inside of the high heels with his tongue. The inside tasted salty, and the leather was slightly bitter, but Zhao Song didn't care. The thought of serving Chen Li filled him with excitement. After licking both high heels, Zhao Song swallowed the contents. Suddenly, he remembered something, excitedly rushed to the balcony, turned on the light, and sure enough, he discovered what he had been dreaming of. His hand reached into his crotch…

Zhao Song entered his room, and as he closed the door, he collapsed onto his bed. "Oh my god! What just happened?" He touched his cheek, still feeling the sting of her foot. Instinctively, Zhao Song reached into his shorts and began stroking his already erect penis. He felt he had never needed Chen Liyu's feet as much as he did now. This wasn't the first time such a strong desire had arisen within him, but lately, his desires seemed to have exceeded his capacity. He didn't know what would become of him if this continued.

Zhao Song sat up abruptly, opened the bottom drawer of his bookshelf, and found more than a dozen books related to studying neatly arranged inside. He lifted the top few books with his left hand and pulled out the rest from between them with his right. These books were ones he had secretly acquired from the underground market. The cover of the top book featured a woman about the same age as Chen Liyu, tall and sexy, wearing only stockings and high heels, holding a leather whip, and pressing the head of a kneeling boy with his hands tied behind his back between her legs.

Zhao Song was flipping through the pages of his book while fiddling with his penis. Just as he was trying to release his pent-up desire, the door to the room suddenly opened, and Zhao Song's body immediately stiffened. "What are you doing? Haven't you started studying yet?" Chen Li stood in the doorway and called out to Zhao Song's back.

"I... I'm looking for a study guide. I'll start reviewing right away." Zhao Song shoved the book in his hand into the drawer with extraordinary speed, then picked up the book that was originally on top of his desk and returned to his desk. Startled by Chen Li's sudden appearance, Zhao Song's lust subsided considerably. "I hope what happened between your father and me hasn't affected your studies?" Chen Li entered the room and sat on the bed. "No, don't worry." Zhao Song turned his head and smiled. "That's good. I originally wanted to wait until after your college entrance exam to get married, but your father said it's not necessary." Chen Li crossed one leg over the other, revealing a relieved expression.

"Of course my dad's worried. With you here, he doesn't have to cook for me every day," Zhao Song joked, but his eyes secretly darted to Chen Li's underwear, which was barely visible at the top of her thighs. "Then you should study hard. I'm going to take a shower." Chen Li stood up, glanced at the drawer Zhao Song had just closed, and then left the room, closing the door behind her. A moment later, the sound of the bathroom door closing came from inside. Zhao Song immediately shrank back out of the room and into the familiar entryway. To his disappointment, the flesh-colored stockings he had carefully folded were gone, leaving only the black pointed high heels on the spot.

This was a rare opportunity; his father should usually be home at this time. He wondered why the two of them rarely went into the bathroom together. Zhao Song thought silently as he began cleaning the high heels. He just hoped his father would go out at this time again in the future. Back in his room, with the help of the high heels, Zhao Song had completely calmed his desires. This was the first time he had ever touched high heels that were still slightly warm. Even the one from last night couldn't compare. From the time Chen Li came back to cook until now, it hadn't been more than an hour and a half, much shorter than last night.

Satisfied, Zhao Song stopped thinking and took out his textbooks to study diligently. After all, he was one of the top students in the school. About half an hour later, the door opened again, and Chen Li, with her hair still wet, appeared in the doorway. "I'm done washing up. You should wash up too. After you're done, put your clean clothes in the wooden tub in the bathroom. I'll wash them together later."

"Okay, I know." Putting down his textbooks, Zhao Song stood up, took clean clothes from the wardrobe, quickly rushed into the bathroom, and locked the door from the inside. The bathroom was filled with steam, like walking into a thick fog. Although visibility was poor, Zhao Song quickly spotted the wooden tub Chen Li had mentioned. "I didn't expect something like this to happen." Zhao Song squatted on the tiled floor of the bathroom, examining the contents of the tub with his hands. He now regretted having satisfied his desires so early.

In the wooden tub lay Chen Li's discarded clothes. Not only was the white lace pantyhose he had been longing for, but there were also the dirty stockings Chen Li had taken off that day. However, having just ejaculated, looking at these two items still aroused him, but the feeling was greatly diminished. Zhao Song turned Chen Li's panties inside out, unable to see any unusual marks, even though he no longer needed them to release his lust.

Zhao Song still wanted to do something. He quickly stripped off his clothes, folded them neatly, and placed them on the floor. Then he took Chen Li's stockings and panties and placed them on top of his own clothes. He then knelt on the bathroom tile floor, kowtowed three times to the dirty stockings and panties, and put them back in the tub. After doing all this, Zhao Song began to shower, but he didn't notice that in a secluded corner of the bathroom, a small camera had appeared sometime earlier. Meanwhile, Chen Li was lying on the large bed in the bedroom, toying with a long black whip in her hand. On the screen not far away, everything Zhao Song was doing in the bathroom was playing…

The monthly exams were fast approaching. Although his mind hadn't been on his studies lately, the hard work he'd put in over the years was finally paying off. Sixth in his class, seventh in the whole school—not quite in the top three, but still a ranking to be proud of. After all, Zhao Song's school was a nationally renowned institution, teeming with top students; even those in the top 300 were considered first-rate. Zhao Song was happy, yet unable to

truly smile, because of his English score. "Dude, you're amazing! Failing English and still managing such a high ranking!" After the results came out, Chen Jin rushed to his friend's side to share his exam experience. He ranked tenth in the school, almost identical to Zhao Song, but his scores were balanced across all subjects, unlike Zhao Song's, who had some weaknesses in each.

"You still say that? I followed your method exactly, so why am I still like this?" Zhao Song looked at his friend who had come over with a dissatisfied expression. "There's no such thing as quick results. Besides, you've always disliked the person who teaches our English, so it must be much less effective for you. But this time you're really amazing. Not only did you get first place in the whole school in math and physics, but you also set a record with a score of 140 in Chinese. It makes people wonder if you're a humanities student or a science student!" Chen Jin patted Zhao Song on the shoulder, looking surprised.

"You know, this kind of thing can't be repeated. If I can't improve my English, I'll definitely fail the college entrance exam." Because of his exceptional performance in the other subjects, Zhao Song wasn't too badly in a bad mood. "Don't worry, our spring is coming. According to reliable sources, our class will have a new English teacher starting next period. The new teacher just returned from abroad, and I heard that his English level is very high. The school hired him at a high price, just for our top class's college entrance exam preparation."

"I hope he or she can bring good luck." Zhao Song helplessly spread his hands.

After the monthly exam results came out, there was the routine parent-teacher meeting, giving students a half-day off. Zhao Wei, who valued his child's studies, canceled all his social engagements and rushed to the school for the meeting. However, when he returned home, Zhao Song was shocked to find a young and beautiful woman beside his father. The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, around 1.65 meters tall, carrying a small leather bag, wearing a light green short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length skirt. Although she was wearing sneakers, her long, shapely legs were still clearly visible.

"Hehe, you're here." Just as Zhao Song was wondering, Chen Li came out of the kitchen and introduced the woman to Zhao Song, saying, "This is my cousin, Wang Na. She just returned from abroad and is your new English teacher."

"What?" Zhao Song looked at the woman in surprise. "The official announcement will be made tomorrow. She met with the parents today." Wang Na smiled and took Chen Li's hand, following her cousin into the house. "Your dad and I have discussed it. The college entrance exam is coming up soon, so you'll be staying with Xiaona for a while and she can give you some extra help with your studies." Chen Li dropped this bombshell at the dinner table. "Huh?" Zhao Song looked stunned and turned to Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei didn't speak, only nodded. Everything was settled. After dinner, Zhao Wei and Chen Li saw Zhao Song to the car Wang Na had driven. Wang Na drove quickly, and they soon arrived at the suite the school had arranged for her. Upon entering, Wang Na first checked her watch and then handed Zhao Song a piece of paper. "It's eight o'clock now. You have one hour to memorize this short passage. I'm going to prepare my lesson now. If you haven't completed the task by the time I check, you'll have to copy this article twenty times."

Zhao Song took it and immediately felt dizzy; he didn't recognize 30% of the words, making memorization impossible. "No excuses, no bargaining." Before he could speak, Wang Na stood up, coldly uttering these words.

After dropping off Zhao Song and Zhao Wei, at Chen Li and Zhao Wei's home, Chen Li took off her high heels, slipped her stockinged feet into high-heeled sandals, and sat down on the sofa. "Alright, now there's nothing to hold you back. Kneel down in front of me." Zhao Wei didn't speak, but knelt down in front of his wife, who had her legs crossed, his eyes fixed on Chen Li's stockinged feet. Chen Li suddenly swung her hand, slapping Zhao Wei hard across the face.
"Do I need to say it again? You're just a lowly dog, you don't deserve to wear clothes. Do you still want to retain your dignity as a man?" Zhao Wei endured Chen Li's verbal insults, his trembling hands pulling off his clothes. "Hmph, what an ugly, worthless thing!" Chen Li pulled her stockinged feet out of her high-heeled sandals, stepping on Zhao Wei's erect penis, while forcefully twisting her toes and simultaneously hitting Zhao Wei's face with the sandal.

"Please! Don't hit my face with this. I'll do whatever you say. I can lick your heels, let you play with my ass." Zhao Wei, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back anymore and spoke up. He grabbed one of Chen Li's long, slender legs, pleading in humiliation.

"Are you afraid your son will see the marks? Fine, but in return, you'll have to suck my heel while playing with your filthy penis in front of me." Chen Li smiled dismissively, holding the sandal to Zhao Wei's mouth. "Yes, I'll do it properly." To avoid hurting his son's young heart, Zhao Wei gritted his teeth, raised his head, and put the heel in his mouth, beginning to play with his already erect penis.

"Alright! That's enough. Now lie on the ground like a lowly male dog." Hearing this command, Zhao Wei immediately assumed a doggy-style position and lay on the ground. "Hmm, very well done, just like a dog. Now close your legs." Then Chen Li stood up, took off one stocking and tied Zhao Wei's feet together, then took off the stocking from the other leg and tied it around Zhao Wei's neck. After doing all this, Chen Li took off her own clothes and straddled the male dog's muscular back with her sexy, slender naked body.

"You lowly dog, crawl around the room like this!" Chen Li grabbed Zhao Wei's stocking around his neck as a leash and commanded.

Zhao Wei crawled desperately on the floor, tears of anguish streaming down his face. Three years ago, Zhao Wei's company faced a financial crisis. To overcome the difficulties, he sought help everywhere, but no one was willing to assist him. To make matters worse, his wife, Zhao Song's biological mother, also fell seriously ill. These successive blows left him helpless. The company could collapse, but his wife couldn't be left untreated. It was at this time that Chen Li appeared before him. To this day, he still didn't know Chen Li's background, only that she was very wealthy. Chen Li paid for his wife's treatment and helped revive the company, in exchange for him becoming her dog.

He didn't know what Chen Li saw in him, but for his wife's sake, he endured the humiliation and agreed. After his wife's death, he had wanted to escape this wicked woman, but Chen Li threatened to give the photos of her sexual abuse to her son, forcing Zhao Wei to continue as a sex slave and even marry her…

When Zhao Song finished reading the last word, Wang Na nodded. "Not bad, although there are some mistakes, the general meaning is correct. It seems you don't need to copy it twenty times." Hearing her words, Zhao Song looked at the English notebook on the table, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. Because he was certain he couldn't memorize the text, he had spent the entire hour copying it twenty times. Who knew that after finishing, Zhao Song suddenly realized he had almost memorized it? Indeed, diligence could make up for lack of talent.

"Hehe, now it's time to get to the point." Wang Na put down the white paper, looked up at Zhao Song, her eyes filled with desire. "The point?" Before Zhao Song could ask the question, he received a resounding slap across the face. "Kneel down!" Wang Na stood up, her eyes now filled with lewd lust.

Although he didn't understand what was happening, Wang Na's slap made him instinctively kneel on the floor. "Look at your masterpiece!" Wang Na proudly raised her right leg and stepped on his shoulder, turning on the TV with the remote. The TV showed him worshipping his stepmother's underwear and stockings in the bathroom. Seeing this, Zhao Song felt as if all the blood in his body had been drained, and he was so nervous that he could hardly breathe.
"Crawl and follow me." Wang Na turned off the TV, released her leg from Zhao Song, and walked towards the toilet. Zhao Song's mind was already blank at this point, and he just numbly crawled behind Wang Na. Wang Na opened the toilet door, and Zhao Song's eyes were immediately drawn to a pair of high heels and stockings inside. "I only changed out of those stockings and high heels after I arrived today. Counting the time on the plane, I wore them for three days. They must smell really strong. I was going to wash them with the shoes, but I left them because you were coming. Don't you really want them?" Wang Na looked at Zhao Song, who was crawling on the floor like a dog, with a provocative gaze.

"I..." Zhao Song looked at Wang Na longingly, but didn't know what to do. Wang Na leaned against the bathroom door, one leg on the other side, looking at Zhao Song with disdain. "If you crawl between my legs, I'll allow you to smell them." Hearing Wang Na's words, Zhao Song didn't hesitate at all. He immediately crawled under Wang Na's raised legs, to the high heels, and smelled the scent of the stockings.

"Alright, I said you can only smell them once." Wang Na grabbed Zhao Song's hair, forced him to lift his head, and dragged him to her bedroom. Looking at everything in the bedroom, Zhao Song was stunned: a black leather whip, an exquisite collar, high-top leather boots on the floor, and handcuffs and chains…

The next day, Zhao Song arrived at school in Wang Na's car. Before the first class in the morning, the homeroom teacher introduced the new English teacher to everyone. Seeing how young and beautiful the new teacher was, the whole class was in an uproar. "God really is kind to us. What do you think?" After class, Chen Jin went to his friend's seat as usual. "Yeah, you're right."

Wang Na's stockings were currently tied to his penis. Zhao Song didn't know how to answer his friend's question, so he just gave a perfunctory answer. "I'm going to the toilet, want to come with me?" Chen Jin didn't continue the topic. "Go by yourself, I don't want to go yet." Actually, Zhao Song wanted to go to the toilet a long time ago. This morning, Wang Na forced him to drink a lot of milk, but Wang Na's stockings were tightly tied to his genitals, and he didn't dare to untie them without her permission.

The last class of the morning was English. It was the new teacher's first time teaching, and everyone was excited, except for Zhao Song, who seemed a little distracted. Several times, Wang Na walked past him, her long legs inadvertently brushing against his, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable. When Wang Na announced the end of class, the whole class cheered and rushed to the cafeteria. Only Zhao Song didn't move. When almost everyone had left, he slowly walked to Wang Na's side.
"Let's go!" Wang Na's office was a separate room, which was rare in high schools in mainland China. "This is your lunch." Wang Na picked up a lunchbox from the table and placed it on the floor. Looking at the food in the lunchbox, Zhao Song was quite surprised: white rice, twice-cooked pork, bok choy, and a chicken leg.

"Get down and eat! What are you looking at?" Zhao Song crawled on the floor, like a dog, supporting himself with his hands, eating the food in the lunchbox with his mouth. Just as he was halfway through eating, there was a sudden knock on the door. Zhao Song was startled and looked at Wang Na for help. "What are you still looking at? Get up!" Wang Na shoved a pair of chopsticks into his hand and whispered. Zhao Song hurriedly stood up with his lunchbox and hastily wiped the rice grains off his mouth.

Wang Na opened the door, and Zhao Song looked out to see Chen Jin standing there. Chen Jin was carrying a lunchbox and smiled at Wang Na, saying, "Teacher Wang, I'm sorry, I heard you called Zhao Song to your office, and I was worried he wouldn't have anything to eat, so..."

"You're so kind, but don't worry, he's eating right now!" Wang Na let Chen Jin into her office. Seeing the food in Zhao Song's hand, Chen Jin's mouth immediately formed an "O" shape. "This friend is truly invaluable." Zhao Song looked at Chen Jin with gratitude; in such a short time, Chen Jin probably hadn't even eaten himself before thinking of him.

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhao Wei silently lit a cigarette, stood in the hallway and finished it without a sound, before opening his own security door as usual. "You're two hours later than usual today." On the living room sofa, Chen Li was still wearing the clothes she wore while shopping, not even changing her high heels. She sat with her legs crossed, one hand fiddling with her skirt, a cold smile on her face as she looked at her husband who had just entered the house, her stern gaze sharp as a knife.

"I'm sorry, today's client was difficult to serve." Zhao Wei felt quite uneasy; Chen Li wouldn't allow him to come home this late. "Well, you must be tired, working so late for the family." Chen Li's cold smile deepened. She withdrew her fingers from between her legs; under the light, her slender fingers gleamed coldly, exuding a lewd aura.

"What can I do? Because you came home late, I've already soiled my fingers. You know I'm a woman with a strong libido. Without your tongue, I'll have to use my own fingers." Chen Li's lips curled into a mocking smile as she waved her fingers, now exposed to the air and covered in bodily fluids.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I'll clean it for you right away." Zhao Wei hurriedly put down his briefcase and crawled towards the sofa where Chen Li was sitting. "A dog-like man!" Chen Li coldly put her finger to the mouth of the man who had crawled in front of her, looking at the tent that had unknowingly formed in his groin, and thought disdainfully.

But this man insisted on acting high and mighty in front of her, and just thinking about it made Chen Li feel inexplicably angry. "What's wrong with your genitals?" Watching Zhao Wei put her slender middle finger in his mouth, Chen Li raised one leg and stepped on his thigh with her high heel.

"I...uh..." Zhao Wei sucked on Chen Li's slender finger, his face flushed red. He didn't know when it started, but his body had begun to react positively to this kind of humiliation. He had always tried to hide it, but today he had been discovered. "Aren't you very manly and resistant to being abused by me?" Chen Li pulled her finger out of Zhao Wei's mouth, and the rough sole of her shoe rubbed hard against Zhao Wei's erect genitals through his trousers.
"Ah, no..." Tortured by the high heels, waves of pleasure mixed with pain surged from below, and Zhao Wei instinctively cried out. "No? Hmph, looks like I've been too good to you before." Chen Li removed the high heels and straightened up. "Anyway, I'm tired. I've walked a lot today. Let's stop here. I'm going back to the bedroom. You can do whatever you want!" With that, Chen Li made a move to leave. She was now certain that Zhao Wei couldn't live without her feet. Having experienced so much pleasure from them so many times, Zhao Wei couldn't possibly resist the surge of desire. What she needed to do now was tear off his facade.

"But I..." Zhao Wei was already highly aroused; he couldn't just give up like that. "What, you have something else to say? Then hurry up and say it. I've walked a lot today, and my feet are a little itchy." Chen Li took her right foot out of the high heel and rubbed her stockinged foot against the edge of the sofa, deliberately stimulating Zhao Wei's optic nerve.

"I beg you to continue trampling on me." Looking at the flesh-colored stockinged feet swaying before him, Zhao Wei felt a surge of lust, and the words slipped out unconsciously, his manly dignity instantly forgotten. Chen Li's lips curled into a cold smile. She stopped rubbing her feet together and instead used her toes to hook Zhao Wei's chin. "Continue trampling? With this?"

"Please... I can't take it anymore." Zhao Wei felt the lingering heat of the stockinged feet and could already smell the sweaty odor on Chen Li's feet. But for some reason, this normally repulsive smell now acted like an aphrodisiac, pushing his already heightened lust to another level, prompting him to utter words that would destroy his own dignity.

"Then let me see your sincerity!" Chen Li released her stockinged feet from Zhao Wei and stepped onto the sofa. "Yes, please..." As she spoke, Zhao Wei knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly—a gesture Chen Li used to love to see him do. "So everything you said before was a lie, all that self-respect, it was all fake. You're just a slut at heart." Chen Li raised her stockinged foot and pressed it against the back of Zhao Wei's head, slowly lowering her body and putting all her weight on that foot.

"Yes, yes, I'm a slut." Enduring the pressure from her foot, Zhao Wei echoed Chen Li's insults. "Then tell me, what are you to me?" Chen Li eased the pressure on her foot and asked in a seductive voice. "I... I'm your sex slave." Zhao Wei had completely submitted to Chen Li's lewd power.
"Wrong, you're just a dog under my feet, a dog that will always be trampled under my feet." Chen Li increased the pressure on her leg again, pressing Zhao Wei's face tightly against the floor. "Yes, I'm a dog under your feet." With his face pressed against the cold floor, Zhao Wei still struggled to humiliate himself.

"Since you're a dog, what about your son?" Chen Li eased the pressure on her foot again, making one last attempt to provoke him. "Zhao Song?" Thinking of his intelligent and studious son, Zhao Wei hesitated. "What's wrong? Say something!" Chen Li raised her voice and slapped Zhao Wei's cheek with her foot. "He's naturally your dog too?" Zhao Wei gritted his teeth, abandoning his last line of defense. "That's right. Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to rest now." Chen Li nodded with satisfaction, her face full of smugness. She tucked her stockinged feet back into her high heels and walked towards the bedroom on her own.

"No, no..." Zhao Wei didn't expect Chen Li to leave like that. He quickly crawled to Chen Li's feet and hugged her calves with both hands. "Get away!" Chen Li kicked Zhao Wei in the face angrily. Zhao Wei immediately shrank to the side like a startled rabbit, a bright red shoe print appearing on his cheek.

"I'll say it again, that's it for today. After you've cleaned everything up, come inside and lick your feet clean. Didn't you see I'm not going to wash them tonight? As for your desires, I'll take care of them when I'm in a better mood. For now, just bear with it!" After saying that, Chen Li ignored Zhao Wei and went straight into the bedroom, leaving Zhao Wei alone on the living room floor...

The week ended quickly. After the last class on Saturday afternoon, Zhao Song returned home. Opening the living room door, Zhao Song was filled with trepidation. Since Wang Na had the video recording, it meant that Chen Li must know that he had sniffed her shoes and socks. He really didn't know how to face Chen Li. The atmosphere during dinner was always strange. His father, unusually, didn't ask about his studies this week and finished eating early and left. After dinner, Chen Li, as usual, put the dishes in the kitchen, but Zhao Song couldn't help but run to the entryway.

Although he had suffered abuse at Wang Na's hands this week, Zhao Song, for some reason, remained obsessed with Chen Li's shoes and socks. He completely forgot Wang Na's instructions: from now on, Zhao Song was only allowed to lick her shoes and smell her socks. It was still those pointed high heels; Zhao Song remembered clearly that Chen Li had worn them after their honeymoon. Had she worn them for so long? Thinking this, Zhao Song felt a surge of excitement. He eagerly buried his mouth and nose in the shoe, his tongue darting inside.

Just then, a cold voice sounded behind him: "How does the high heel smell?" Zhao Song shuddered and turned around. Chen Li stood not far away, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. "What? Didn't I feed you enough? Are you so hungry you want to eat the grime in my shoes?" Chen Li said, walking to the sofa and sitting down.

"I'm sorry, although I know you already found out, I still couldn't help myself..." Zhao Song was now only excited; fear had already been experienced at Wang Na's house.

"You know..." Chen Li looked puzzled, then suddenly asked, as if noticing something, "What happened to your hand?"

"It was Teacher Wang who did it." Zhao Song couldn't say outright that he was whipped by Wang Na, so he gave a vague answer. Chen Li was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "I haven't washed my socks yet. Since you're back, why don't you wash them for me with your hands?" Seeing Zhao Song nod excitedly, Chen Li immediately took off her flesh-colored stockings and threw them on the ground, ordering, "Carry them to the toilet with your mouth and wash them!"

Zhao Wei, lying on the hospital bed, was pale, devoid of any color in his skin. The white sheets were stained with saliva that he couldn't control, making them particularly glaring. His once confident and spirited eyes were now gone, replaced by lifeless, unconscious eyes...

"The patient's condition is very rare. We can't figure out what kind of case it is right now. We need to observe him for a while." The speaker was one of the top psychiatrists in the country. He looked exhausted, showing that the diagnosis had taken a lot of his energy. "Not a single clue?" Chen Li sat on the sofa in the doctor's office, looking at the doctor in the white coat opposite her and asked. "I'm sorry..." The doctor shook his head helplessly, showing his inability to help.

"Then my dad..." Zhao Song stood up nervously. Last night, he had just satisfied his perverse masochistic desires, but he didn't expect to wake up to a bucket of cold water on his head. "We will do our best, but don't worry, he won't be in mortal danger. The most likely outcome is that he will remain in dementia." The doctor said regretfully. "Then thank you for your help." Chen Li stood up and pulled the distraught Zhao Song out the door.

There were few people in the hospital corridor. Perhaps because it was the weekend, most of the doctors and nurses were not at work. Only a few people were walking quickly towards the elevator with their backs to them. "You go back first. I can watch over things here by myself. No matter what, someone needs to be home. Don't go to Wang Na's while I can't go home."

Chen Li was wearing a white, round-neck, long-sleeved blouse with a fitted waist, and tight black trousers that covered her long, white legs. However, her shapely figure was even more prominent than when she wore a skirt. But whether intentionally or unintentionally, Chen Li was still wearing those unwashed black high heels, which made Zhao Song, who knew this wasn't the time to think about such things, still have a slight fantasy about the jade-like feet inside the shoes.
"Yes." After hearing Chen Li's words, Zhao Song quickly straightened his body and maintained his subordinate tone. Putting aside their strange relationship, even in a normal family, such a change was not something a high school student who had just turned eighteen could handle.

"What are you still standing here for? You can leave if there's nothing else." Noticing Zhao Song's downward gaze, Chen Li frowned. "Ah, okay." Zhao Song quickly averted his gaze from his stepmother's feet and hurried towards the elevator.

After Zhao Song entered the elevator, Chen Li returned to the ward. Carefully locking the door, she went to the bedside, gracefully removed her high heels, then took off her stockings and stuffed them into Zhao Wei's mouth, a chilling smile playing on her lips…

"Buddy, how do you do this problem?" Chen Jin placed an open reference book in front of Zhao Song. The

turbulent weekend was finally over. Although many things had happened at home, Zhao Song still didn't dare ask for leave. The college entrance exam was only a few months away, and he couldn't afford to miss a single class. Besides, Chen Li was right; even if he stayed in the hospital, he couldn't help much. For him, the most important thing now was studying. If he could get into a good university, that would be the greatest help he could give his family.

However, this meant that Chen Li's attempts to discipline him had to be put on hold, and Wang Na, for some reason, stopped tormenting him, restoring their relationship to that of a normal teacher and student. Thinking of this, Zhao Song shook his head and began to seriously study the question Chen Jin was pointing to.

Seeing Zhao Song's focused attention, Chen Jin hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking, "Zhao Song, you... there's nothing going on between you and the new teacher, is there?" Zhao Song's hand trembled involuntarily. He slowly turned his head and saw his friend's worried expression: "Nothing, what's wrong?" Although he didn't know why, Chen Li had instructed him not to reveal his relationship with Wang Na.

"Nothing much, just wanted to remind you that it's best not to get too close to her." Chen Jin smiled, his expression somewhat unnatural. "What's wrong! Do you think she's a bad teacher?" Zhao Song was quite surprised. Although she had only been there for a week, Wang Na's popularity in the class had increased exponentially, but his friend was an exception.
"No, that's not it. I forgot something on Friday night, so I had to go back to the classroom. As I was going upstairs, I saw that her private teacher's office light was still on, and I was hearing strange noises coming from inside. I sneaked over and peeked through the crack in the door, and there she was, masturbating with a black artificial penis!"

"You didn't see wrong, did you? Don't talk about things like that, it's a matter of the teacher's reputation." Zhao Song hurriedly put down his pen and gripped his friend's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Ouch! That hurts! Be gentle!" Chen Jin cried out, struggling to break free from Zhao Song's grasp, and complained, "How could I talk about something like that? I haven't told anyone except you."

Zhao Song breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that Chen Jin wasn't lying. Wang Na had a high sex drive, and during the days he stayed in the suite, oral sex and drinking urine were mandatory every night. He just hadn't expected that Wang Na would relieve herself like this while he was away, and in a place that wasn't exactly private.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. Maybe people who come back from abroad feel the same way. It's just that I feel uneasy and wanted to talk to someone about it." Seeing Zhao Song remain silent, Chen Jin quickly tried to explain, thinking he was having trouble accepting the contrast.

"Have you solved that problem yet? You still have time to chat here?" Just as the two were feeling uneasy, a pretty girl appeared in front of them.

"Ah, not yet..." The two were startled at the same time. "Then hurry up and do it." The girl tapped Chen Jin's forehead with her index finger. "I just brought reinforcements, didn't I?" Chen Jin explained with a wry smile. "This problem is..." Zhao Song stared at Chen Jin in astonishment, realizing that although he was better than Chen Jin in mathematics and physics, Chen Jin rarely asked him for help. He usually figured it out on his own, which took longer, but he gained more. This time, he was acting out of character, so it seemed he had been forced to do it.

The girl's name was Shu Jingbing. She was a rare beauty from one of the school's top classes since its founding; the ironclad rule that beauty and talent couldn't coexist didn't apply to her. She was also Chen Jin's sweetheart. After spending some time solving Chen Jin's problem, Zhao Song rallied his spirits and threw himself into his studies.

A month later, Zhao Wei's illness still hadn't improved. With Chen Li's arrangement, he was sent to a clinic abroad. This left only Zhao Song and Chen Li in the large house. After finishing evening self-study, Zhao Song returned home as usual. Chen Li was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV. "You're back?" Chen Li greeted him naturally when she saw Zhao Song come in.

"Yes, I heard you were going to go with us, so I didn't go to Teacher Wang's house." Zhao Song's eyes flickered; he didn't actually know if Chen Li would come with him. "It's alright, you don't need to go anymore." A smile appeared on Chen Li's beautiful face as she said casually, "Anyway, there's no need now." As she spoke, Chen Li stood up, loosened her belt, letting her trousers slide naturally to the ground. She stepped out of her trousers, casually took off her top, and walked towards Zhao Song with an alluring smile.

Zhao Song was bending over, changing his shoes with his back to the door. When he looked up, Chen Li's sexy and shapely legs appeared before him, and his penis immediately swelled uncontrollably. "You've been studying all day, would you like something to eat?" Noticing the state of Zhao Song's little brother, Chen Li smiled, placed her hand on Zhao Song's shoulder, and straddled him with one long leg.

"Aunt Li..." Not daring to look at Chen Li's almost naked body, Zhao Song turned his face away, trying to avert his gaze. "I'm asking you, does your mouth want to eat something? Like... my toes." Chen Li stood on tiptoe, her thigh lightly rubbing against Zhao Song's groin.

"No... I can't do this, Dad just got sick..." Zhao Song answered, trembling. Chen Li's face turned cold. She suddenly grabbed Zhao Song's hair and slapped him twice across the face. The burning pain made Zhao Song open his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. "You're a dog, all you need to do is obey." Chen Li then slapped him again. "Do you understand?"

"Yes." Having not been slapped in a long time, Zhao Song almost cried from the pain.

"You look so cute." Chen Li pressed his head down with both hands, forcing him to kneel, her black underwear almost touching his nose. "Quickly say you want to lick my feet."

The alluring scent emanating from the underwear made Zhao Song's face flush red. "I want to lick your feet."
"Hehe!" Chen Li sat back on the sofa, took off her slippers, and stretched her feet towards Zhao Song's face, saying in a seductive tone, "Come on, smell them first." Because of the heat, Chen Li's stockinged feet were damp, as if they had just been washed. The moment Zhao Song's face touched the flesh-colored stockings, the strong smell of sweaty feet assaulted his nostrils. The stench of Chen Li's feet instantly ignited his foot fetish; what he had been holding back crumbled in an instant, and his erection instinctively hardened.

"Does it smell good?" Chen Li stretched, her feet pressing against Zhao Song's face, her toes digging into his forehead. "It smells good." Zhao Song began to breathe heavily. "I was taking a walk downstairs until I saw you come back before coming upstairs, just so you could smell this fresh scent, haha, what a shameless dog." Watching her stepson kneeling at her feet, indulging in the sensation of smelling her feet, Chen Li felt immense pleasure. "Alright, now take off your stockings and lick each of your toes clean." Perhaps feeling her stepson had smelled enough, Chen Li continued with her orders.

Since Chen Li was wearing trousers, she wore flesh-colored short stockings, which Zhao Song easily pulled off with his teeth. Chen Li seemed very excited, constantly wiggling her toes. Her feet were sweaty and looked dirty, emitting a sour stench; the grime between her toes was clearly visible, making one want to vomit. It seemed she hadn't just been taking a walk downstairs. Although Zhao Song had a foot fetish, he still felt nauseous at the sight of Chen Li's beautifully shaped feet.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and lick them. I haven't washed my feet for a week, I deliberately left them for you to lick. Don't be ungrateful. I'm taking such good care of you, shouldn't you be a good son and obey me?" Chen Li stretched out her foot without saying a word, her toes touching Zhao Song's lips.

Zhao Song didn't dare to say anything more, and stuck out his tongue again, but his eyes drifted elsewhere, forcing himself to pretend he didn't see the filth. When the smelly and greasy foot grime entered his mouth through his tongue, a humiliating yet exciting feeling rose from the bottom of his heart. For a moment, what should have been disgusting suddenly became a delicious delicacy, and Zhao Song even licked it with relish.

Chen Li on the sofa was obviously very satisfied with her stepson's performance. After Zhao Song finished licking his feet, she pulled Zhao Song's head to her crotch, pressed his face against her groin, and ordered Zhao Song to continue licking. In this atmosphere of coercion, Zhao Song was completely like a masochist, closing his eyes in humiliation, just sticking out his tongue to serve his queen.

To Chen Li, Zhao Song's tongue was unfamiliar; he only touched her genitals through her underwear, not even daring to use his tongue to part the edge of her underwear and taste what was inside. But compared to those so-called experts in love, this slightly fearful action of the inexperienced boy brought her greater stimulation.

"Alright." This was only the first step; as long as Zhao Song showed obedience, that was enough. Chen Li released her hands from his head. "Now stand up!" Zhao Song stood up, head down. "Take off your pants. I want to see what your thing looks like."

"No..." Before Zhao Song could finish speaking, Chen Li's high-heeled slippers kicked him hard in the groin, a merciless kick that immediately bent Zhao Song over.

"Don't say no!" Chen Li grabbed her hair again, pulled her face up, and slapped her again. "Do I need to teach you a lesson?"

"I'm sorry." Zhao Song was already squatting on the ground in pain.

"Then, now take off your clothes and beg me to forgive you." Chen Li raised her head. Without hesitation, Zhao Song stripped naked, knelt on the ground, and touched his forehead to the floor in front of Chen Li's feet. "Please forgive me!"

"Very good. I believe you'll understand your place now." Chen Li kicked Zhao Song's head with her toe. "It seems your father's illness has had a very bad impact on you. You never dared to disobey my foot before."

"I..."

Looking at his stepmother, who was only wearing underwear, Zhao Song didn't quite understand where his resistance came from. "But it's okay, I'll teach you to obey." Chen Li took out a dog collar with a chain and a riding crop. "Don't move." Chen Li quickly put the dog collar around Zhao Song's neck. "Let's go for a walk!"

"What?" Zhao Song was shocked and looked at Chen Li with a surprised expression. "This is to punish you for disobeying orders." Chen Li pulled the chain hard, and the riding crop struck Zhao Song's bare buttocks at the same time. This kind of pain was completely unprecedented, and Zhao Song couldn't help but cry out. "Don't make a sound." Chen Li opened the door, changed into high heels, and walked out. Zhao Song had no choice but to crawl behind her.

Because of the elevator, the corridor was empty, but Zhao Song was still terrified. He didn't know what would happen if someone suddenly appeared. "You lowly dog, crawl faster!" Chen Li swung her arm, whipping Zhao Song's exposed buttocks repeatedly, and shouted loudly. "Someone will hear us." Zhao Song was startled by Chen Li's shout and nervously looked around. "Then crawl faster." Chen Li was unmoved. "Yes..."

Five months later, on the nationally famous Island A, it was the transition from summer to autumn. The trees along the road were lush with leaves, which rustled in the wind, their sound blending with the sound of the waves crashing. In the park not far from the sea, the lights reflected on the coastline. The first weekend of September was unusually peaceful.

This area is a private residential area, located on a corner of the island. There's a beautiful hotel with twenty-three floors and a basement parking garage. Both the main entrance and the parking garage entrance are automatic locks. The daily rent is over ten thousand, making it one of the most expensive accommodations. However, because this area is a tourist hotspot and home to a world-renowned university, its business is quite good. A suite on the twentieth floor, occupied a month ago, with a six-month rent payment, is the scene of a frenzied sex act unfolding within its walls…

“You naughty boy! Don’t you understand what I’m saying? I told you to eat it all!” In the center of the living room, on the light green floor, a naked, sexy woman stands tall, her left hand on her hip, her right hand holding a black riding crop. Nearby, on a sofa, a similarly naked man kneels, barking like a dog, the newspaper in front of him radiating heat.

The woman seemed very dissatisfied, lashing the man twice with her whip. His long hair immediately became disheveled, and the two mounds on his shoulders and chest showed no signs of sagging. His smooth, white thighs appeared strong and powerful. "Look up at me, you male dog!" The woman raised her right big toe, the sharp toenail pressing against the man's chin, lifting his head. Beneath his short black hair was a young and handsome face.

"Please, Aunt Li, spare me this time. I really can't eat anymore today. Let's try something else. My stomach can't take it..." the man pleaded, crawling before the woman's bare feet, his voice trembling.
"You're my slave, after all. This is a special midnight snack I made for you. Here, eat it!" The woman pushed the newspaper on the ground forward with her toe, shoving the steaming object under the man's nose. A strong stench emanated from it, making the air in the room suffocate.

"But I've been eating this for three days straight! It's unbearable! Please..." The man was on the verge of tears. "What did you say? Is my sacred object so unpalatable? Is it making you feel uncomfortable? You male dog!" The woman swung her right hand, like a proud female knight, and lashed the man's shoulder with her whip, leaving a red welt on his back.

"Ah..." The lash was noticeably heavier, and the man screamed in agony. He reached out and grabbed the woman's long, shapely thighs, still pleading incessantly, "Please, Aunt Li, let me go..."

The woman angrily kicked him away, shook her head, and smoothed her disheveled hair to the side, revealing a beautiful face beneath her flowing black hair. "Useless. Fine, since you really can't take it anymore, then drink my urine as a substitute!"

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Li." The man breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Then now beg me earnestly, beg me to let you drink my noble holy water." The woman stood on the floor with her legs spread apart.

"Yes." The man lowered his body, pressing his forehead against the floor between the woman's legs: "Queen, please let me drink your urine!"

"Say it again." The woman raised her right foot and stomped on the back of the man's head, raising her voice.

"Please, Queen, grant this lowly slave holy water!"

"Very well! Since you beg me so earnestly, I have no choice but to grant your wish." The woman deliberately feigned helplessness, releasing the man's bare feet from his head.

"Thank you, Master!" The man straightened his back, his upper body upright, his head level with the woman's abdomen.
"Taste me first, stick your tongue in." The woman forcefully arched her back, pressing her tongue against the man's cheek through the crevice of her groin.

The man knelt on the floor, his hands holding the woman's legs, and his tongue slipped inside. Soon, a hot, fishy-smelling liquid flowed into his mouth, and the amount of liquid gradually increased. "Glug, glug..." The man's throat made a sound as he swallowed the liquid.

"Is it good? Drink it all!" The woman pressed her hands against the man's head, her fingers roughly grabbing his hair.

The man swallowed hard, making gurgling sounds in his throat, but a considerable amount of yellow liquid still spilled from his lips, sliding down his jaw, his outstretched neck, and onto his chest. "Okay, clean it up for me. Did you find it delicious?" After a series of gurgling sounds, the woman stopped urinating.

"Very delicious..." the man replied while cleaning the urine stains from the woman's penis. "

He's such a good son, so cute..." the woman said, sitting on the sofa and stroking the man's head like a pet.

They were Chen Li and Zhao Song. Zhao Song had performed exceptionally well in the college entrance examination and, along with Chen Jin, had been admitted to the top university in the country on the island. After he enrolled, Chen Li moved to the island city and rented this apartment, tormenting Zhao Song every day...

At this moment, the door opened, and a man and a woman crawled in naked. It was Zhao Song's friend Chen Jin and Chen Jin's girlfriend Shu Jingbing. The two crawled to one of Chen Li's legs and began licking one foot each. Chen Li looked at her feet with satisfaction and chuckled, "You've come at the perfect time. I'm preparing a late-night snack; you can each have half..."

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