It was past mid-Shen hour, and the inner chamber was filled with the peculiar fragrance emanating from my special foot bath powder—cool mint, warm safflower, stimulating Sichuan pepper, and calming sandalwood intertwined to create a complex and alluring scent. Warm steam curled from the celadon basin, and a few crimson petals floated on the water's surface. Li Ying sat upright on the low couch. Today, she wore a translucent lotus-root purple-pink ruqun, and beneath the smooth silk, the faint outline of her fair skin was visible. What made my heart pound the most was her jade feet, exposed beneath her skirt, tightly encased in those alluring black silk stockings, gleaming with an unusual luster in the dim lamplight.
She seemed a little nervous, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, her gaze occasionally darting towards Zaha, who was kneeling before her, then quickly moving away. Zaha today wore only a pair of ox-nose drawers, revealing his bronze (to him, dark black) muscular physique. Sweat trickled down his knotted muscles, emitting a strong masculine hormone scent. He kept his head bowed, but his slightly heaving chest and unconsciously tensed muscles showed his inner excitement. Especially the astonishing bulge in his crotch, even through the coarse cloth, it showed a monstrous shape that seemed about to burst through the fabric—that twenty-eight-centimeter long black giant dick, surely engorged and hard with anticipation at this moment.
In contrast, I sat in an armchair nearby. Although my own three-inch short dick below had long since become burning hot, there was hardly any trace of it under my loose everyday clothes. This stark contrast made me feel both ashamed and excited; a pleasure born of having my masculine dignity stripped away surged within me.
"Ying'er, we can begin." I spoke calmly, my gaze fixed on Li Ying's black-stockinged jade feet.
Li Ying took a deep breath, as if steeling her courage. She slowly lifted both feet and carefully placed them into the steaming foot bath basin.
"Ah…" A soft gasp escaped her lips. The special foot bath powder was remarkably effective; the alternating cold and hot sensations from the borneol and Sichuan pepper instantly assailed the nerves in her soles, causing her fair, pretty face to immediately flush red. The black silk stockings deepened in color as they soaked in the hot water, clinging tightly to her skin, outlining every curve of her feet to perfection.
A fervent glint flashed in Zaha's eyes. He picked up the special massage oil I had prepared—an ointment mixed with sandalwood and borneol powder—poured it into his broad, dark palm, and gently rubbed it evenly.
"Mistress, this humble one will begin." His deep voice held a hint of imperceptible hoarseness.
Li Ying did not reply, only nodded gently, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
Zaha took a deep breath and slowly lifted Li Ying's right foot, which was submerged in the hot water. Water droplets slid down the black silk stockings, dripping onto his dark hand, a stark contrast of black and white, utterly erotic. He first gently wiped it with a special towel; the coarse fabric rubbing against the slippery silk stockings made a subtle sound, as if teasing the listener's nerves.
Then, he covered Li Ying's silk-stockinged jade feet with his oil-laden hands. The cool ointment met her warm skin through the silk stockings, creating another peculiar sensation.
"Mm…" Li Ying's body trembled slightly, a suppressed moan escaping her throat. Under the dual effect of the foot care set and the silk stockings, her foot sensitivity had increased to 45%; any slight touch could bring intense feelings.
Zaha began to massage. He remembered my instructions, his technique bolder than last time, and more focused on the sensitive areas. His dark, thick fingers skillfully pressed and kneaded the arch of her foot wrapped in black silk, while his thumb pads repeatedly rubbed the sole. His movements were not rough, but carried an unusual tenderness and piety, as if he were tending to a rare treasure.
My breathing quickened involuntarily, my eyes fixed on the vivid and sensual scene before me. The black silk stockings, the fair jade feet, the dark large hands—this strong color contrast and the erotic implications in the movements made my lower body ache with hardness. I couldn't help but reach into my underpants, gently grasp my pitiful little dick, and slowly stroke it in rhythm with Zaha's movements.
Li Ying's reactions became increasingly apparent. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaving violently with each breath, her face flushed, her eyes dazed. Whenever Zaha's fingers brushed her arch or between her toes, her body would tremble uncontrollably, and fragmented, kitten-like moans would escape her lips.
"Mistress… is this comfortable?" Zaha's voice was deep and magnetic, his finger deliberately drawing circles on the sole of Li Ying's foot.
"Mm… ah… light… lighter…" Li Ying's voice was now tinged with a crying tone, making it hard to discern if it was pain or pleasure.
Zaha, instead of stopping, slightly increased his pressure, his thumb pressing deeply into the hollow of her arch.
"Ah—!" Li Ying could no longer hold back, letting out a high-pitched moan, her body suddenly arching, as if she had received an electric shock. Her jade feet, encased in black silk, trembled violently, her toes tightly curled.
[System Prompt]
Task [Modern Foot Bath] key condition met: Li Ying expressed strong comfort during the experience!
My heart filled with joy; the [Modern Foot Bath] task seemed close to completion. And Zaha's action also fulfilled the condition for the [Foot Massage] task!
[System Prompt]
Task [Foot Massage] completed!
Reward: 15 System Points (credited)
Current System Points: 20
Excellent! I suppressed my excitement and continued to observe.
Zaha seemed encouraged by Li Ying's reaction, his movements becoming more uninhibited. He was no longer satisfied with simple massage, but lowered his head, bringing his face close to Li Ying's silk-stockinged jade feet, and took a deep breath.
"Mistress's jade feet… truly sweet-smelling…" He let out a sigh of satisfaction, his voice filled with obsession.
Li Ying's body stiffened again, but to my surprise, she did not scold him. She only turned her head away shyly, her breathing even more rapid.
Seeing this, Zaha grew bolder. He extended his tongue and, through the black silk stockings, gently licked the top of Li Ying's foot. His wet, warm tongue left glistening traces on the slippery silk stockings; the sight was utterly depraved.
"Zaha! You… presumptuous!" Li Ying finally couldn't help but whisper, but her voice was soft and lacked any deterrent power. Her foot, instead of withdrawing, slightly lifted, as if in invitation to Zaha's licking.
This scene made my blood surge, and the movements of my hand became faster and faster. My glans was completely covered by the pre-cum I had produced, sticky and slippery.
Zaha seemed not to hear Li Ying's reprimand, but instead intensified his actions. His tongue skillfully glided over the arch of her foot, licking the sensitive points on the sole, and even probing between her toes, carefully savoring every inch of skin (through the silk stockings).
"Ah… mm… no… that's dirty…" Li Ying's moans grew louder, her body twisting, seemingly wanting to break free, but her movements looked more like feigned reluctance while secretly welcoming.
"Not dirty… everything about Mistress is sweet-smelling…" Zaha mumbled, licking even more vigorously, even beginning to gently nibble her toes.
Li Ying was completely lost. She no longer resisted; instead, she actively arched her feet, facilitating Zaha's licking. Her hands tightly gripped the armrest of the couch, knuckles white, her body undulating like waves, emitting broken and wanton moans: "Ah… Zaha… so comfortable… lick… lick harder…"
This naked invitation instantly drove Zaha to extreme excitement. He looked up, his dark face covered in sweat and desire, that black giant dick in his crotch, already engorged, pushed his pants to a terrifying height. He looked at Li Ying's dazed eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Does Mistress like this humble one's service?"
"Like… mm… like…" Li Ying answered without hesitation, her eyes dazed as she looked at Zaha, "My husband was right… your black men have big dicks… serving a person… is just different…"
These words exploded in my ears like thunder! Li Ying actually mentioned my impotence and the black man's advantage in front of Zaha! This direct humiliation and sense of betrayal instantly made me reach orgasm! A thin stream of semen shot out from my pitiful little dick, wetting my hand and my underpants. I collapsed into the chair, gasping for breath, feeling both boundless shame and unprecedented pleasure.
[System Prompt]
Task [Modern Foot Bath] completed!
Reward: 10 System Points (credited)
Current System Points: 30
The system prompt pulled me back to reality. I saw Zaha's eyes flash with wild joy and conquest upon hearing Li Ying's words. He lowered his head and licked Li Ying's silk-stockinged jade feet even more vigorously, as if to devour her whole.
Li Ying quickly reached orgasm under his licking. She let out a sharp, satisfied moan, her body trembling violently, a warm current seemingly gushing from her lower body, soaking the mattress beneath her. Her jade feet, encased in black silk, rested limply on Zaha's shoulder, her toes twitching slightly.
After the climax, the room fell silent, with only the heavy breathing of the two remaining. Li Ying lay limp on the couch, her eyes dazed, her face still flushed, a faint smile of satisfaction lingering on her lips. Zaha knelt on the ground, gazing obsessively at Li Ying, his eyes filled with possessiveness. The black giant dick in his pants remained hard as iron, seemingly ready to burst through his trousers at any moment.
"Mistress…" Zaha's voice was hoarse and sexy, with a hint of pleading, "This humble one… may I…"
Li Ying did not answer, only turned her head slightly, avoiding his fervent gaze, but the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened.
I slowly recovered from the afterglow of my orgasm. Looking at the scene before me—my wife brought to orgasm by a black slave licking her feet, even voluntarily mentioning my impotence—my emotions were incredibly complex. Shame, anger, jealousy, excitement, satisfaction… all mixed together, almost overwhelming me. But I knew this was what I wanted, this was the cuckoldry experience I pursued.
I cleared my throat, breaking the silence in the room: "It seems Zaha's massage technique is indeed very helpful for Ying'er."
Li Ying seemed startled by my voice and hurriedly withdrew her feet from Zaha's shoulder, tidying her disordered dress, but the flush on her face and her dazed eyes could not conceal what had just happened.
Zaha immediately resumed his respectful posture, lowering his head: "Master, this humble one merely massaged madam as per your instructions."
"Hmm, well done." I stood up, walked to Li Ying's side, and gently stroked her cheek, "How do you feel, Ying'er?"
"Very… very comfortable…" Li Ying's voice still trembled a little, and she dared not look me directly in the eye, "Husband's foot bath formula and Zaha's technique… are both very good."
"That's good." I nodded with satisfaction, then turned to Zaha, "You performed well today. Go and receive your reward. Remember, always be so diligent with every future massage."
"Yes, Master!" A flash of wild joy crossed Zaha's eyes. He bowed respectfully and exited the inner chamber.
After Zaha left, I helped Li Ying, who was still a bit weak in the legs: "It seems this foot bath and massage are indeed very effective. Ying'er, do you want to continue in the future?"
Li Ying leaned into my embrace, gently nodding: "Everything at husband's discretion." Her voice was soft and alluring to the bone, and her eyes held a sparkle I had never seen before.
A thrill ran through me, knowing that Li Ying had been completely conquered by this stimulation. My cuckoldry plan had taken another big step forward. Now, I had 30 system points, only 20 points short of that pair of transparent high-heeled sandals—and the [Double Service] task just happened to provide those 20 points. It was time to consider bringing Abu into the game as well.
Looking at Li Ying in my arms, panting softly, her eyes as seductive as silk, my heart was filled with contradictory and fanatical satisfaction. Shame, jealousy, excitement, possessiveness… all these emotions churned within my chest like boiling lava. That scene just now—my wife's silk-stockinged jade feet being licked by the black slave until her lustful fluid gushed and she cried out in pleasure, even blurting out in ecstasy that I was impotent and only the black slave's cock was satisfying enough—this was simply the most stimulating scenario in my cuckold fantasy! And I, standing nearby, pathetically masturbated and ejaculated with my own pitiful three-inch little dick!
I took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in my heart. First, I soothingly patted Li Ying's flushed cheek, then got up. The first order of business was to confirm my system points and my next plan.
I walked to a corner of the inner chamber, out of Li Ying's sight, and with a thought, the system light screen quietly appeared.
[System Status]
Current System Points: 30
Current System Level: 1 (Apprentice)
Ongoing Tasks:
- [Double Service]—Arrange for Zaha and Abu to simultaneously provide service to Li Ying
Difficulty: ★★★☆☆
Reward: 20 System Points
Completion Conditions: Two black slaves must simultaneously touch Li Ying, and Li Ying must show enjoyment.
[Mall Recommendations]
[High-Heeled Sandals - Transparent Style]—50 points
Description: Crystal clear body and slender high-heel design, fully displaying every beautiful curve of the foot.
Effect: Wearer's foot charm +70%, Observer's excitement +90%, especially suitable for display and appreciation.
Note: Transparent material amplifies the visual effect of black silk stockings, creating a strong contrast.
Indeed! [Foot Massage] and [Modern Foot Bath] were completed, a total of 25 points credited, plus the remaining 5 points from before, exactly 30 points! I was only 20 points away from redeeming that pair of transparent high-heeled sandals that could maximize the charm of Li Ying's jade feet, especially when paired with black silk! And the system just happened to unlock the [Double Service] task, rewarding exactly 20 points! This was simply fate!
It seemed that bringing Abu into the game, to serve Li Ying alongside Zaha, was inevitable. I closed the system, a plan already forming in my mind. Abu's dick was even thicker than Zaha's, reaching thirty centimeters; if both of them simultaneously… just imagining the scene, my little dick began to throb faintly again.
I needed to find Abu immediately and do some "ideological work" with him. I exited the inner chamber and instructed the maidservant guarding the door to inform Abu to meet me in the corridor.
Moments later, Abu's towering, iron-like figure appeared in the shadows of the corridor. He was even taller and more robust than Zaha, his muscles bulging, radiating an explosive sense of power, his skin gleaming black in the moonlight. He respectfully bowed his head: "Master, you sought this humble one?"
"Hmm." I motioned for him to come closer and lowered my voice, "Abu, you've been in the manor for several years now, always loyal."
"Serving the Master is this humble one's duty." Abu's voice was deep, with a heavy foreign accent.
"Zaha massaged madam's feet today, and madam was very pleased." I changed the subject, intently watching his reaction.
Abu's body paused slightly, a flicker of imperceptible emotion in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Zaha… he was fortunate."
"This isn't luck," I smiled faintly, "It's madam's recognition of his ability. However…" I deliberately paused, leaning close to his ear, "The manor's tasks are heavy, and Zaha alone may not always be able to attend to everything. Next time, perhaps you'll need to assist him."
Abu suddenly looked up, an expression of disbelief on his dark face: "Master… you mean?" His breathing noticeably quickened, and the astonishing bulge in his crotch, even beneath his loose pants, seemed to subtly twitch.
"I mean," my tone was flat, yet held unquestionable authority, "Madam is a golden branch and jade leaf; she needs the best service. Zaha's technique is good, but if you assist him, for example… massaging madam's shoulders, or doing other things to help madam relax, wouldn't that be even better?"
I didn't explicitly state what to do, but the implication of "other things to help madam relax" was clear enough. Abu was not foolish; he understood my meaning instantly. His eyes widened, his breathing grew heavy, his face a mixture of wild joy, excitement, and a hint of disbelief.
"Master… this humble one… what virtue and ability does this humble one possess…" He was so agitated that he was incoherent.
"You only need to remember," I interrupted him, my tone becoming serious, "Everything must prioritize madam's wishes, and everything must follow my commands. Zaha will tell you the rules." I emphasized, "If there is any mistake, or the slightest disrespect, you know the consequences." This was a necessary warning; I needed them to understand that even in bed, the initiative must remain firmly in my hands.
Abu immediately lowered his head, his voice trembling with excitement: "This humble one understands! This humble one would never dare to overstep in the slightest! Everything at Master's command!"
"Very good." I nodded with satisfaction, "I will inform you of the specific time later. You may go now."
"Yes, Master!" Abu performed a deep, respectful bow and turned to leave, his footsteps betraying an uncontrollable excitement.
Watching Abu's retreating back, my heart was also filled with anticipation. Zaha and Abu, two slaves with super-large black dicks, would soon simultaneously "serve" my wife! Thinking of Li Ying being filled simultaneously in her front and back holes by two long, thick black dicks, or being licked all over by two mouths, or being wantonly played with and kneaded by two pairs of hands… my little dick hardened again, its tip even secreting fluid once more.
I composed myself and returned to the inner chamber. Li Ying was still languidly sprawled on the couch, her long jade legs and exquisite jade feet tightly encased in black silk stockings, which still bore the wet traces of Zaha's licking and my saliva.
I fetched warm water and a clean soft towel, then sat by the bed, ready to personally wipe her.
"Husband…" Li Ying lazily opened her eyes, her voice alluring to the bone.
"I'll help you wipe." I said softly, taking one of her silk-stockinged jade feet. It felt smooth and slippery to the touch, carrying her body's warmth and a hint of erotic scent. I meticulously wiped the traces on the silk stockings, my movements gentle and pious, as if polishing a work of art.
As I wiped, the scene of Zaha licking her feet earlier uncontrollably surged into my mind again. That dark tongue intertwining with the black silk stockings, her intoxicated expression and wanton moans… I felt my breathing quicken again, and my little dick below began to stir once more.
I put down the towel and, unable to resist, lowered my head, pressing my lips once more against her black-stockinged jade feet. This time, I was more unrestrained, my tongue, like Zaha's, skillfully licking the arch, the sole, and between the toes. The slippery sensation of the silk stockings, combined with the warmth of Li Ying's skin and the lingering taste of her fluids, stimulated my taste buds and nerves.
"Mmm…" Li Ying let out a soft, satisfied hum, her body twisting slightly, seemingly enjoying my service.
As I licked, I felt the aching throb of my little cock. Compared to Zaha's seemingly perpetually erect giant dick, my pitiful thing was truly dwarfed. But at this moment, this sense of shame transformed into an even stronger drive.
I looked up at Li Ying's hazy eyes, licked my lips, and asked in a nearly provocative tone, "Ying'er… tell me… am I a good licker, or… does Zaha that black slave make you more comfortable?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Li Ying's eyes, and then her cheeks flushed red again. She parted her lips slightly, as if to speak, but then hesitated. Finally, she bit her lower lip, her gaze drifting elsewhere, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Husband… and Zaha… feel different…"
This ambiguous answer only excited me more. Different? How was it different? Was it because of their status, or their skill, or because of… the stimulation brought by size? I couldn't resist wanting to press further, but seeing her shy and weary look, I eventually held back.
I gently lowered her feet and said softly, "Tired? Get some sleep."
Li Ying nodded gently, obediently closing her eyes. I covered her with the quilt, and looking at her sleeping face, my heart was filled with a complex satisfaction. Tomorrow, perhaps, would be the start of the [Double Service] mission. Li Ying, Zaha, and Abu… this great cuckolding drama, orchestrated by me, was about to reach a new climax.
Late into the night, only Li Ying and I remained in the inner chamber. The candlelight flickered, casting her silhouette on the wall, hazy and alluring. She lay on her side, black hair scattered on the pillow, her sleeping face serene, her breathing even. Those jade feet, tightly encased in black silk stockings, rested casually on the edge of the brocade quilt, their tips slightly curled, as if still retaining the lingering afterglow of her climax in her dream.
I sat by the bed, my gaze greedily fixed on those black silk jade feet. The luster of the stockings flowed in the candlelight, outlining the slender curves of her ankles and the graceful arch of her feet. The delicate black mesh clung tightly to her fair skin, vaguely revealing the texture of her skin; this half-hidden allure moved me more than complete nakedness. The wet marks left by Zaha's licking had semi-dried, but at certain angles, a hint of moisture still shimmered, like dewdrops in the night, exuding a lewd aura.
Recalling the scene of Zaha kneeling at her feet, devoutly and obsessively licking those silk stocking jade feet, recalling Li Ying losing control and moaning wantonly to orgasm under his tongue's teasing, my heart pounded uncontrollably. That intense visual impact and the stimulation from the sense of immorality caused a surge of heat in my lower abdomen again. My hand unconsciously reached into my underpants, grasping that three-inch little cock that had just released once and was now stirring restlessly again.
It was still so short and small. Even when desperately engorged by desire, it barely reached three inches in length, and its thickness was like a child's finger. Compared to the terrifying giant dicks of Zaha and Abu, which easily approached a foot (Tang foot ≈ 30 cm), my thing was simply a joke. But it was this pathetic comparison, this deep-seated sense of humiliation, that made me tremble with excitement.
I leaned down, approaching the alluring black silk jade feet once more. This time, my goal was no longer licking, but a more direct, more shameful intrusion. I gently separated her tightly pressed toes, especially those particularly delicate toes also covered by the stockings. The material of the stockings made the spaces between the toes even tighter and more slippery.
Holding my hard, hot little cock, I carefully aimed it at the gap between her right foot's fourth and fifth toes. The space there was narrow, the stockings slippery, and my glans struggled a few times before it barely squeezed in.
"Mm…" I let out a suppressed moan. The feeling of being enveloped by the toe gap and the slippery texture of the stockings brought an indescribably peculiar pleasure. This was different from the tightness of a vagina, and also different from the softness of titfuck; it was a delicate and lewd stimulation with a sense of confinement.
My little cock began to thrust rapidly in that narrow toe gap. The range of motion was very small, almost just the friction of the glans, but each thrust in and out was accompanied by the slippery feel of the stockings and the slight squeezing of the toe bones.
"Fuck you, you slutty feet… with my little cock… fuck your toe gap…" I thrust rapidly, whispering to the sleeping Li Ying in a low voice, venting the desire and shame in my heart with the crudest words, "Does it feel good? Being fucked in your toe gap by my three-inch little cock… is it not as comfortable as being licked by Zaha's big black dick? Hmm?"
Li Ying seemed to sense something unusual in her sleep, her brows slightly furrowed, letting out a vague nasal sound, and her toes instinctively curled. This unconscious movement made her toe gap clamp even tighter, and my little cock immediately felt a strong squeezing sensation.
"Ah! So tight… slut… even in sleep, you can clamp so well…" I panted, thrusting even faster. The slipperiness of the stockings made the friction smoother, and the squeezing of the toe bones brought waves of tingling numbness. Shame, excitement, and obsession with my wife's jade feet intertwined, pushing me to the brink of another climax.
"Even though my little cock is small… it can still make your slutty feet feel good… I'll cum on you… cum on your black silk slutty toes…" I roared incoherently, my body trembling violently. This climax came faster and more intensely than the last. A slightly larger, but still pitifully thin stream of semen spurted from my little cock, most of it remaining in the black silk toe gap, with a small portion splashing onto the instep, leaving a few white, cloudy marks.
After ejaculating, I lay weakly by the bed, gasping for breath, feeling the lingering afterglow of the climax and the subsequent emptiness. Looking at Li Ying's black silk jade feet, defiled by my semen, my heart was filled with both satisfaction and a deeper shame and longing.
After calming myself slightly, I quietly fetched a wet cloth and carefully wiped away the semen from the stockings, trying not to leave any traces. Then, I covered Li Ying with the quilt, ensuring she remained sound asleep.
Carrying a sense of fatigue and mixed emotions, I left the inner chamber and went to the study. Closing the door, I lit the oil lamp on the desk and took out the special medical book, opening it to the secret pages where I recorded my private plans.
Late at night, it was the best time for reflection and planning. Dipping my brush in ink, I began to record everything that happened tonight:
"Zhenguan, Eighth Year, Summer, on a certain day and night. Zaha massaged Ying (wearing black silk), while I observed. A special foot bath was used as an aid, with ice chips and Szechuan pepper alternating cold and hot, provoking a strong reaction from Ying. Seeing this, Zaha grew bolder, even leaning down to lick her feet, from the instep to the sole, and even between her toes, leaving no part untouched. Ying initially resisted, but then succumbed, moaning wantonly, actively cooperating, and eventually climaxing."
Writing this, my hand trembled slightly, and the scene from just now reappeared before my eyes. I took a deep breath and continued to write the part that brought me the most shame and excitement:
"Even more remarkably, in her climax-induced disorientation, Ying actually said to Zaha: 'Husband was right, your black men's dicks are big, and they really serve differently!' These words pierced my heart like needles, making me unbearable with shame and indignation, yet strangely, they caused me to climax (ejaculate). Such humiliation, yet it could incite such lust; it is truly inconceivable."
After recording this passage, I felt my cheeks burning. But my pen tip did not stop, instead, it flowed even more smoothly:
"The system prompt sounded at the opportune moment, both the [Modern Foot Bath] and [Foot Massage] tasks completed. Gained 25 system points, now totaling 30 points. Only 20 points short of redeeming the [High-Heeled Sandals - Transparent Style] (50 points). Observing the newly unlocked [Double Service] task in the system, the reward is precisely 20 points. This is heaven's will, urging me to act."
"I have already summoned Abu, hinting that he will serve Ying together with Zaha next time. Upon hearing this, Abu was wild with joy and excitement, his huge member (estimated to be thirty centimeters long) engorged with rage, indicating his desire. While this move can quickly acquire points, it also carries risks."
Next, I began to meticulously plan the next steps, especially how to ensure my dominance:
"With two slaves serving simultaneously, the stimulation will undoubtedly multiply. However, I must guard against the slaves presuming on their master. Zaha has already made a move to kiss, Abu's temperament is unknown, and both are physically powerful and well-endowed. If left unrestrained, complications may arise. While I delight in Ying's pleasure, my control must never be lost."
"Firstly, rewards and punishments must be clearly defined. After each service, based on their performance, they will be rewarded or punished. Rewards can be money, food, or permission to satisfy certain requests (such as licking more private parts); punishments can include whipping, fasting, or even reducing service opportunities. This will make them understand that everything is under my control."
"Secondly, rules must be set. Massage and licking can be permitted, but penetration, at this stage, is absolutely forbidden. Unless I explicitly command it, there shall be no actual sexual intercourse. This is the bottom line and must be strictly adhered to."
"Thirdly, I must leverage my status. I am the master, and they are slaves. This distinction in status must be constantly emphasized. During service, I can order them to kneel and refer to themselves as 'lowly slaves,' or comment on and guide their actions, and even order them to serve each other, in order to weaken their focus on Ying and reinforce their slave identity."
"Fourthly, I can utilize modern items. The items provided by the system, such as condoms (redeemable in the future) and special tools, can all serve as means of control. For example, they must wear what I specify during service, or complete specific instructions to earn rewards."
"In summary, while double slave service is stimulating, risks coexist. I must proceed cautiously, step by step, to satisfy both Ying's desires and my own, while keeping the risks firmly in my grasp. Once the [Double Service] task is complete and the high-heeled sandals are acquired, I will plan further."
After writing the last sentence, I let out a long breath, feeling my thoughts much clearer. Although deep down there was still a fear of losing control, there was more anticipation for the even stronger stimulation that was to come. I put down my pen, dried the ink, and carefully returned the medical book to its secret compartment.
This night was destined to be sleepless. I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes, and my mind began to rehearse the scenes that might unfold tomorrow—Li Ying in black silk and transparent high-heeled sandals, Zaha and Abu, two black slaves, kneeling at her feet, vying to lick and serve her… and I, standing by, either observing coldly or joining in, indulging in this cuckolding feast filled with shame, desire, and intertwined power, all directed by my own hand.
The lights in the study had long been extinguished. I returned to the inner chamber, feeling both utterly exhausted and unusually excited. The emptiness from the two ejaculations didn't last long, quickly filled by the anticipation of the future and the shameful aftertaste of the footjob (between the toes) ejaculation.
Li Ying was still in a deep sleep, her cheeks still retaining a hint of sensual flush, her breathing steady and long. Moonlight filtered through the window screen, gently bathing her. Those jade feet, encased in black silk stockings, were faintly visible beneath the quilt, like two ink-colored spirits accidentally fallen into the mortal realm. I leaned down and again gazed at the exquisite curves wrapped in black silk. My nose seemed to still catch the lingering, ambiguous scent of her body fragrance mixed with my semen.
My little cock, that pitiful three-inch thing, after again squirting during the extreme shame and pleasure just now, was now softly curled in my underpants. But I knew it would soon throb and stand erect again due to the depraved fantasies in my mind. This feeling of being unable to control my own bodily reactions, while both infuriating and shaming, also brought a morbid satisfaction.
I took off my outer garments and quietly slipped under the brocade quilt, pulling Li Ying's soft body into my arms from behind. She seemed to sense my closeness, unconsciously burrowing into my embrace with a contented hum. With warm fragrance and soft jade in my arms, and the faint scent of her hair around my nose, my heart gradually calmed. Everything that happened tonight felt unreal, like a dream, yet it was deeply imprinted in my senses and memory.
I knew that I was drifting further and further down this path of a cuckold slave, and Li Ying, my beloved wife, was also, under my guidance, gradually slipping into the abyss of indulgence. This filled me with both fear and anticipation.
The night passed without a word, save for the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.
The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the window lattice, I awoke. Li Ying was still asleep in my arms, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids. I didn't disturb her, simply watching her peaceful sleeping face. The sunlight illuminated the black silk stockings on her feet, their texture clearly visible, clinging to the graceful curves of her feet. Even in sleep, these jade feet, imbued with modern eroticism, still exuded a fatal allure.
By the time Li Ying slowly awoke, I was already fully dressed, sitting by the bed waiting for her.
"Husband is up so early today." She rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice languid from just waking up.
"Seeing Ying'er sleep so soundly, I couldn't bear to disturb you." I smiled, handing her a cup of warm water, my gaze lingering on her face, "Did you sleep well last night?"
She took the cup, sipping slowly, her cheeks faintly flushed, seemingly recalling what had happened last night. "Mm, I slept very deeply. Only…" She paused, her gaze somewhat evasive, "I had some strange dreams."
"Oh? What kind of dreams?" I asked curiously, though I vaguely guessed they were related to last night's experience.
"I can't quite remember…" She shook her head, changing the subject, "Is Husband not going to the medical clinic today?"
"Today is a holiday," I replied, my fingers gently stroking the black hair scattered on her shoulder, "I wanted to spend more time with Ying'er."
A flicker of gentle warmth passed through her eyes, and she leaned softly on my shoulder. "Husband is truly kind to your concubine."
My heart stirred, and I said softly, "Ying'er, you and I are one. If I'm not kind to you, who else could I be kind to?" As I spoke, I recalled some verses I had read in my previous life; though not Tang poems, their meaning was beautiful, and perhaps suitable to express my current feelings. I gently recited, "'Though our bodies lack the phoenix's twin wings to fly, our hearts possess a telepathic connection.' Ying'er, you and I are precisely like this. Even if… even if I have some thoughts that others cannot understand, the love between us is connected."
Li Ying looked up, her eyes shimmering, clearly moved by the poem. "Husband…" She bit her lower lip softly, "Your concubine understands Husband's feelings. It's just… Husband's thoughts are too… shocking and unconventional. Your concubine finds it hard to fully accept them all at once."
"I understand." I sighed, taking her hand. "Ying'er, I never intended to force you. It's just that some words, kept in my heart, are unbearable. That you are willing to listen, I am already deeply grateful."
"If Husband truly feels… that way brings you pleasure…" Her voice grew softer and softer, her cheeks so red they looked like they might drip blood, "Your concubine… your concubine is willing… to try for you…"
These words filled my heart with wild joy, but I suppressed my excitement, simply gazing at her even more tenderly. "Ying'er, you don't have to. Your feelings, I understand. We'll take it slowly, alright?"
She nodded gently, nestling in my embrace. After a moment of silence, I decided to begin today's "instruction." The timing was perfect, seizing the moment when warmth swelled in her heart and her defenses were slightly relaxed.
"Ying'er," I stroked her beautiful hair, my tone carrying a hint of playfulness, "Do you still remember what you said last night?"
Her body visibly stiffened, and she suddenly looked up, her eyes wide with panic. "Your concubine… what did your concubine say?"
I deliberately leaned close to her ear, lowering my voice, and repeated what she had said during her climax last night: "'Husband was right, your black men's dicks are big, and they really serve differently!'"
Li Ying's face instantly turned ashen, then flushed with an even deeper crimson. She tried to push me away in shame and indignation. "Husband! You… how could you…"
But I held her tightly, whispering in her ear, "Ying'er, don't be angry. I'm not angry. In fact…" I licked my lips, my voice tinged with a perverted excitement, "Hearing you say that, I… I actually found it incredibly stimulating."
She looked at me incredulously, her eyes full of shock and confusion. "Husband… you…"
"Ying'er, I know this is hard to understand." I said softly, "But I want you to know, your happiness is my happiness. No matter who brings you that happiness." I paused, watching her gradually calm eyes, deciding to push further, "Later… later in those moments, you can… you can be more direct."
"More direct?" she asked, puzzled.
"For example," I guided her, my voice seductive, "you can call me… 'my useless little cock husband'?"
"Husband!" Li Ying again pushed me away in shame and indignation, but with much less force. "You… how can you make me say such a thing!"
"It's just between us two, what's the harm in saying it?" I continued to tempt her. "Or… you can talk about Zaha and Abu… talk about their 'big black dicks'?"
"Stop talking!" Li Ying covered her ears, her face so red it looked like it was on fire, yet her body trembled slightly, unsure if it was from shame or something else.
I didn't push her further, only gently stroked her back, comforting her. "Alright, alright, I won't say more. We'll take it slowly. But… if Ying'er is willing, you can… occasionally try it later?"
Li Ying didn't answer, simply burying her face in my embrace, silent for a long time. I knew that these words had a great impact on her, and she needed time to digest them. But I could feel that the wall within her heart was slowly loosening. The pleasure of instructing my wife to say humiliating words about myself made my unruly little cock ache faintly again, filled with the desire for another erection.
It seemed that I was one step closer to Li Ying completely accepting my cuckolding fantasy. Next time, perhaps I could teach her more, more explicit, more humiliating words.
I still had my face buried in Li Ying's neck, feeling the warmth of her skin and the fragrance of her hair. She no longer struggled, though her body was slightly stiff. I knew that my words just now had impacted her too greatly, and she needed a little time to recover.
"Ying'er," I looked up, gently stroking her flushed cheek, my voice utterly tender, "Did I scare you? Your husband just… just occasionally says some crazy things, don't take them to heart." While saying comforting words, I was assessing the situation, contemplating how to push her further.
She raised her watery eyes to look at me, her gaze filled with complex emotions: shame, confusion, and even a faint, almost imperceptible… curiosity? "Husband… do you really like to hear those… filthy words?"
"Mm," I nodded without hesitation, looking directly into her eyes, my voice low and magnetic, "Especially when spoken from the mouth of such a noble and dignified beauty as Ying'er, that contrast… makes your husband… unable to stop." I deliberately emphasized the four words "unable to stop," and at the same time felt my little cock begin to stir restlessly again.
Li Ying's cheeks grew even redder, and she quickly lowered her head, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. "Your concubine… your concubine cannot say such things…"
"Just try it," I coaxed her like a child, my fingers lightly tracing her calves wrapped in silk stockings, feeling the astonishing elasticity and smoothness through the silk. "Just think of it as… an intimate pastime between husband and wife. Only for me to hear." I leaned into her ear, whispering in a voice almost imperceptible to anyone but us, "Quietly, just say… 'My husband's little cock… is truly useless…'"
Li Ying trembled all over, as if struck by an electric current. She suddenly looked up, glaring at me, her eyes filled with shame and indignation, but her lips slightly quivered, as if she were in the midst of a fierce internal struggle.
I waited patiently, my gaze fixed intently on her, applying invisible pressure. I knew that once this first barrier was broken, the rest would be much easier.
Finally, as if expending all her strength, she closed her eyes, and a mosquito-like voice squeezed out from between her lips: "Hus… husband's… little cock… is tru… truly useless…"
Boom!
Although the sound was almost inaudible, these few words struck my nerves like a thunderbolt! An indescribable sensation of pleasure, mixed with extreme shame and extreme excitement, instantly swept through my entire body! My little cock suddenly jumped, instantly reaching an unprecedented hardness; though still only a pathetic three inches, it was now engorged to a purplish hue, and even a glistening drop of liquid seeped from its urethral opening.
"Say it again!" My breathing was ragged, my voice hoarse as I commanded, my hand already reaching impatiently for the hem of her nightgown.
Li Ying opened her eyes in terror, but the fanaticism and desire in my gaze froze her. She looked at my face, twisted with excitement, then at my little cock, which, though short, was unusually hideous, and finally closed her eyes again, repeating in a slightly louder voice: "My husband's little cock… is truly useless…"
"Hahahaha! Good! Good, Ying'er! Well said!" I laughed excitedly, feeling the blood in my entire body boil. I impatiently stripped off my underpants, exposing my hot, hard little cock before her, then grabbed her hand and guided it onto my cock.
"Ying'er, use your hand… use your hand… help me…" I panted, begging.
Li Ying opened her eyes, looking at her fair, tender hand gripping my "little thing," which was similar in thickness to her finger and ridiculously short in length. Her face showed an extremely complex expression. There was disgust, shame, helplessness, but perhaps… a hint of imperceptible curiosity and excitement?
She didn't refuse, merely gripped it obediently and began awkwardly stroking it up and down. My original intention was for her to use both hands, as that might provide a better wrapped sensation. But unexpectedly, Li Ying learned quickly, or rather, she seemed to instinctively know how to stimulate me more (or rather, humiliate me). I saw her use only two fingers—her slender index and middle fingers—as if pinching an embroidery needle, lightly grasp my little cock, and then quickly stroke it!
"Ah! Ying'er! You…" I gasped. To be so contemptuously 'pinched and stroked' by two fingers—this intense sense of humiliation was even more stimulating than being slapped directly! My glans felt waves of unbearable pleasure under the rapid friction of those two fingers, mixed with unparalleled shame. I felt like a pathetic, insignificant toy being played with at her fingertips!
"Husband… is this how?" Li Ying looked up, her face bearing a hint of innocence and a touch of mischievous triumph, yet the movements of her hand didn't stop at all, in fact, they sped up.
"Yes… yes… just like that… ah…" I was almost losing my mind, my body trembling uncontrollably, my lower abdomen tightening, and orgasm came instantly! A stream of thin semen spurted from the tip of my little cock, pinched by her two fingers, most of it landing on her fingers and the back of her hand.
"Ugh ah…" I let out a short, suppressed groan, collapsing onto the bed, panting heavily.
Li Ying stopped, looking at the sticky white liquid on her fingers, frowning in disgust, then picked up a handkerchief nearby and wiped it clean. She glanced at me, her gaze complex, and said nothing.
The afterglow of orgasm, accompanied by an intense sense of shame, coursed through my body. To be brought to ejaculation by my wife with just two fingers—this was truly the ultimate experience for a cuckold slave! I felt both immense shame and a perverse satisfaction and excitement.
After a brief silence, I regulated my breathing, feigning composure as I rose: "It's getting late. Let's have breakfast."
Li Ying nodded silently, got up, and began to wash and change. I noticed she didn't immediately take off the black stockings, simply putting on silk socks and embroidered shoes over them, cleverly concealing them beneath her skirt.
Breakfast was brought in and laid out on the small round table in the inner chamber. Li Ying and I sat facing each other; the atmosphere was somewhat subtle. The maidservants serving us quietly arranged the dishes, not daring to make a sound.
To break the silence, and also to continue my plan, I spoke, feigning nonchalance: "By the way, Ying'er, after Zaha's massage yesterday, did your feet feel much more relaxed?"
Li Ying paused slightly in her porridge-eating, looked up at me, and nodded gently: "Mm, they did feel considerably relieved."
"That's good." I nodded, intentionally sighing, "Speaking of which, while these Kunlun slaves are of low status, their physical strength truly far surpasses us Han people. Look at Zaha and Abu, each one robust and powerful. Having them do heavy labor, or serve as manor guards, truly makes the best use of their abilities."
As I spoke, I paid close attention to Li Ying's reaction. She kept her head down, silently drinking her porridge, but her earlobes had imperceptibly reddened.
I continued: "Especially their endurance, it's astonishing. I've heard that in bed… it's also like that?" I deliberately steered the topic towards something suggestive, my tone tinged with a hint of envy and curiosity, "Unlike me, sigh…"
Li Ying's hand gripping the spoon tightened slightly. She looked up, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, she merely shot me a petulant glare: "Husband, we're having a meal. Why say such things?"
Though it was a complaint, her tone wasn't severe; instead, it carried a hint of a young girl's bashfulness. I chuckled inwardly. It seemed she wasn't averse to this topic, and might even be a little curious. That was enough; my goal had been achieved.
After breakfast, Li Ying went to attend to some household matters, while I went alone to the study. Closing the door, I took out my writing brush, inkstick, paper, and inkstone, but I wasn't in a hurry to record. Instead, I began to browse the poetry collections on the bookshelf.
"The Classic of Poetry", "Songs of Chu", "Nineteen Old Poems"... These beautiful poems contained the rich emotions of the ancients. I wanted to find some lines suitable for adapting into cuckold-themed verses, expressing my inner perverse desires in a more "elegant" way, which might also make it easier for Li Ying to accept.
For example, from "The Classic of Poetry · Zheng Feng · Zi Jin": "Green, green are your lapels, long, long is my heart. Though I do not go, why do you not send me tidings?" This could be changed to: "Green, green are your lapels (referring to the black slave's clothes), long, long is my heart (my yearning for cuckoldry). Though I do not fuck (because I am impotent), why do you not let the black slave enter your cunt?"
Or from "Nineteen Old Poems": "Far, far is the Cowherd Star, bright, bright is the Weaver Maid," which could be extended to represent the gap between Li Ying and me, and the attraction of the black slave (the Cowherd Star) to her (the Weaver Maid).
And Li Yu's "How much sorrow can a gentleman have? Just like a river of spring water flowing east," could be changed to: "How much pleasure can a gentleman have? Just like a black cock entering a cunt, refusing to stop!"
I was immersed in this pathological word game, feeling increasingly excited. Packaging lewd cuckold thoughts in elegant poetry—this contrast itself carried a unique thrill. I even began to conceive how, the next time I made love with Li Ying, I could recite these adapted "lewd poems and erotic verses" while guiding her…
My thoughts drifted, and a strange smile involuntarily appeared on my lips. The world of the cuckold slave is truly filled with endless possibilities…
Inside the study, the scent of ink mixed with faint sandalwood, creating an atmosphere of profound tranquility. However, the content I was rapidly inscribing at my desk was utterly incongruous with this elegance. I was engrossed in the perverse pleasure of adapting ancient beautiful poetry into "cuckold lewd poems," feeling my literary ideas gush forth, and the little cock below, which had just ejaculated twice and should have been flaccid, began to throb faintly again with these filthy thoughts.
" 'Guan guan cry the ospreys, on the river's isle. Gentle and graceful maiden, a black cock seeks her.' Hmm, good, good, the word 'seeks' is cleverly used!" I murmured my adapted lines, the corners of my mouth curving up uncontrollably. I then picked up my brush again, "defiling" another famous work: " 'Before the bed, bright moonlight; it seems like frost on the ground. Raising my head, I gaze at the black cock; lowering it, it enters the delicate maiden.' Hahahaha!" This was even more stimulating than directly watching my wife being fucked; this kind of textual blasphemy and creation brought me a secret pleasure of controlling everything and subverting morality.
I meticulously transcribed these "masterpieces" onto the secret pages of that specially made medical book, each stroke imbued with pathological excitement. This "pervert's diary," chronicling my journey from physician to cuckold slave, was truly my most precious treasure.
Just as I was writing with gusto, I suddenly thought of the two maidservants, Ting'er and Lin'er. Li Ying said they were quite curious about silk stockings, especially Lin'er. Perhaps I could use this opportunity to probe them? If they could also accept these modern erotic items, and even… yearn to experience being served by black slaves… wouldn't my harem become even more vivid and sensual? Just imagining the scene of two pretty maidservants in silk stockings being held down and fucked by Zaha and Abu made my little cock harden a few more points.
"Someone." I called out towards the door.
Soon, the door was pushed open, and Lin'er's delicate, lively face peeked in. "Master, how may I serve you?"
"Come in," I put down my brush, leaning back in my chair with feigned casualness, "Brew me a cup of tea. Oh, and those few volumes of medical books on the top shelf seem a bit messy; could you help me organize them?" I pointed to a taller bookshelf in the corner; that was my deliberate excuse.
"Yes, Master." Lin'er obediently responded, first turning to brew tea, then quickly placing a steaming cup of fragrant tea by my hand, and finally bringing over a small footstool to begin tiptoeing as she organized the books on the higher shelves.
She was wearing a light green skirt, her figure delicate and exquisite. Because she was on her tiptoes, her skirt hem lifted slightly, revealing a section of fair, slender calf. I sipped my tea, my gaze seemingly casual on her, but in reality, I was observing her secretly.
"Lin'er," I spoke, feigning nonchalance, "You've been in the manor for a few years now, haven't you?"
"Reporting to Master, it's almost three years." Lin'er replied, her voice clear, as she organized the books.
"Hmm, do you serve Madam diligently on a daily basis?"
"This slave dares not be anything but diligent."
"That's good." I nodded, then changed the subject, "Madam acquired a strange item from the Western Regions yesterday, named 'Thousand Li Silk.' Have you seen it?"
Lin'er's movements as she organized the books clearly paused. She turned her head, a blush rising on her small face, her eyes sparkling with curiosity: "Reporting to Master, this slave has seen it. I even helped Madam put it on yesterday."
"Oh?" I feigned surprise, "How does it feel? That item is said to have a unique touch, quite extraordinary."
"It… it's very unique," Lin'er's voice dropped slightly, her eyes flickering, as if savoring the sensation, "Smooth and very close-fitting, like… like not wearing socks at all, yet…" She seemed unable to find the right words to describe it, and her little face reddened further.
"Madam said it was very comfortable to wear and could also nourish the feet." I continued to guide her, "I see Madam is wearing them today too, so she must like them very much."
"Indeed," Lin'er nodded repeatedly, her tone carrying envy, "Madam said walking felt much lighter when wearing them, and that the black color on her feet made Madam's ankles appear even fairer and more beautiful…" As she said this, she seemed to realize she had said too much, quickly covered her mouth, and lowered her head, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Heh heh," I chuckled, "You observe quite carefully, little maid." I put down my teacup, leaned forward slightly, lowered my voice, and asked in a seductive tone, "What? Lin'er wants to try them too?"
Lin'er suddenly looked up, her small face flushed crimson, her eyes darting frantically about, stammering: "This slave… this slave dares not… those are Madam's… Madam's precious items…"
"No matter," I waved my hand, my smile gentle, but my eyes held a scrutinizing gaze, "I have a few more pairs of those. If Madam agrees, it wouldn't hurt for you to try them too."
Lin'er's eyes instantly brightened with longing, but quickly dimmed again as she whispered: "This slave's status is low; how could I dare use Madam's things…"
"You certainly understand the rules." I nodded, deciding to probe further, "However, while the 'Thousand Li Silk' is good, it also needs good feet to match. What do you think… do Madam's jade feet look better in them, or…" I deliberately paused, observing her reaction.
Lin'er froze for a moment, seemingly not understanding my meaning, but soon, as if something occurred to her, her cheeks flushed again, and her eyes darted away, not daring to meet mine.
It seems this maid, though innocent, isn't entirely ignorant of matters between men and women. I didn't pursue the topic further; the time wasn't ripe.
"Alright, the books are mostly organized." I waved my hand, "You can go now. I need some quiet time here to prepare a few things."
"Yes, Master." Lin'er, as if granted a great pardon, quickly put down the books, bowed, and swiftly retreated, her back clearly showing a sense of disarray.
Watching Lin'er leave, a smile curved on my lips. This maid, indeed, harbored a strong desire for silk stockings, and perhaps even curiosity about something deeper. Excellent, another seed had been planted. In the future, perhaps I could let her join this game too…
Now, it was time to prepare for the main event of the afternoon. I stood up and took out the fine Xuan paper and a new brush I had already prepared from the desk drawer. I was going to create a "scoring standard" for the afternoon's "double service."
I wrote down a few headings on the paper:
* **Li Ying's Reaction**: Pleasure level (moans, physical response), Degree of abandon (whether she actively accommodated, whether she spoke lewd words), Number and intensity of orgasms.
* **Zaha's Performance**: Massage technique, Licking engagement, Obedience to commands, Penis state (sustained hardness).
* **Abu's Performance**: (Pending, if he can return in time to participate) Shoulder kneading technique, Verbal teasing, Initiative in 'interacting' with other body parts, Penis state.
* **Coordination**: Whether the interaction between the two slaves and Li Ying was smooth, and if there were any conflicts.
* **Humiliation Effect**: Whether it could elicit my strong sense of shame and excitement.
After each item, I left space for scoring. This act of quantifying and scoring my wife's sexual experience and the slaves' "service quality" gave me an unprecedented sense of control and perverse pleasure. I felt as if I were not a husband, but a cold director and judge, evaluating an erotic performance I had meticulously orchestrated.
After finishing the scoring sheet, I took out a slender, oily black soft whip from a secret compartment in the bookshelf. I had acquired this whip by chance some time ago and hadn't had the opportunity to use it. The whip's tip was soft, so striking with it wouldn't cause serious injury, but the whistling sound it made through the air and the slight sting on the skin were enough to deliver a strong psychological stimulus and sense of humiliation.
I gently coiled the soft whip and placed it beside the scoring sheet. It wasn't necessarily meant to be used, but its mere presence was a symbol, a declaration of power. Perhaps during the afternoon's "performance," if the black slaves 'underperformed' or became 'too presumptuous,' a light whip would instantly remind them of their place. Or, if Li Ying seemed 'not engaged enough,' the whip could also serve as 'motivation'…
Looking at the prepared paper, brush, and soft whip, I took a deep breath, my heart filled with pathological anticipation for the afternoon's scene. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting an eerie gleam on these items on the desk. My cuckold game was about to enter a more thrilling and complicated phase.