Gazing at Li Ying, limp on the soft couch, her eyes vacant and unfocused, a complex mix of pity and perverted satisfaction welled up in my heart. She was like a delicate flower ravaged by a fierce storm, discomfited, yet exuding a breathtakingly decadent beauty. Especially her pair of jade feet, ravaged by that black dog Zaha's tongue; though covered in sticky saliva, they instead gained an ineffable erotic allure.
I forcefully suppressed the desire that was stirring again, replacing it with an expression of gentle tenderness, and slowly walked to the edge of the soft couch, crouched down, and gently held her cold small hand.
"Ying'er…my good Ying'er…you must be scared, aren't you?" My voice was extremely soft and gentle, as if afraid to disturb her, carrying a deep sense of "self-reproach" and "heartache," "It's all my fault…all my husband's fault…for letting you be frightened…"
She seemed to be called back to a sliver of consciousness by my voice, her unfocused gaze slowly sharpening, settling on my face. When she saw it was me, tears instantly welled up in her eyes, her lips trembled, as if wanting to say something, but no sound came out, she just looked at me helplessly and dependently, like a lost child.
"It's alright…it's alright…your husband is here…" I soothed softly, reaching out to brush the sweat-dampened stray hairs from her temples behind her ear, my movements as gentle as if handling a rare treasure, "Don't be afraid…it's all over now…"
As I spoke, I subtly observed her reaction. Her body was still trembling slightly, her eyes filled with fear, shame, and extreme confusion, but it seemed…there was no resentment or resistance towards me. It appeared that in her mind, my image as the "mastermind" husband was completely separate from Zaha's image as the "abuser" slave. In fact, after enduring that terrifying "violation" just now, she developed an even deeper sense of reliance on me, her "only" husband she could depend on!
This realization filled my heart with ecstasy! This was the perfect time for brainwashing!
"Ying'er, look…" I deliberately sighed, holding her hand, my tone filled with "helplessness" and "heartache," "That Zaha fellow…is ultimately a coarse slave…his actions crude…how could he know how to cherish and protect women? Look at how scared you are…" As I spoke, I gently brushed her smooth, sweat-stained cheek with my fingers, "But…Ying'er…did you also feel a little something…different…just now?"
My voice dropped even lower, carrying a hint of bewitchment: "Your husband knows…my manhood is inadequate…I can't give you true pleasure… That Zaha fellow, though crude, his physique…his strength…and that…that big, black, thick cock…" I paused deliberately, observing her reaction.
Sure enough, hearing the words "big black cock," her body violently trembled! Her cheeks instantly flushed crimson! A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but even more…it was a glint mixed with shame and…curiosity?!
My heart settled. I continued the brainwashing in a "gentle" tone: "Your husband knows this goes against propriety…but Ying'er…your husband only wants you to be happy…truly happy…even if…even if it means borrowing that slave's body…as long as it can bring you satisfaction…your husband…your husband is willing to do anything…" My voice took on a perfectly timed choke, and "sincere" tears welled up in my eyes at the right moment, "Your husband saw how uncomfortable you were just now…my heart ached more than anyone's…but…seeing your body tremble like that…gush fluid like that…your husband…your husband couldn't help but feel happy for you…"
"Hus…husband…" She seemed utterly bewildered by my "heart-wrenching" confession, looking at me with tear-filled eyes, her gaze full of confusion and wavering.
"Alright, alright…let's not think about this anymore…" Seeing that the timing was right, I immediately switched back to my gentle and considerate mode, "Look at all this sweat on you…and your feet…" My gaze fell upon her jade feet, covered in filth, a flicker of imperceptible excitement in my eyes, yet my voice was full of "pity," "They're all dirty…come, your husband will help you wipe them clean…"
I got up to fetch hot water, a clean cloth, and soap. Then, I returned to her side, knelt on the ground, and once again cupped her jade foot that had been "defiled" by Zaha's tongue and saliva.
This time, my movements were even gentler, more meticulous. I used a warm, damp cloth to wipe away the sticky fluid from her feet, bit by bit. The black slave's saliva, with its strong fishy and goat-like smell, formed such a stark contrast with my fair and noble wife's jade feet! This dual visual and psychological impact made me excited again! My little dick began to stir restlessly again!
"Look at that dog Zaha...how filthy..." I deliberately whispered in a tone of feigned disdain as I wiped, but in my voice, I couldn't suppress a tremor of excitement. "He's soiled our Ying'er's beautiful feet...it's all his foul spit..." My fingers deliberately rubbed back and forth between her sensitive toes, feeling the lingering slickness and the slight tremor from her body.
"Husband…don't…" Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying shame and a hint of unusual trembling.
"What? Still relishing it?" I looked up, giving her an ambiguous smile, and gently pinched her freshly licked toe. "Was it more stimulating than your husband's licking? Hmm? The black man's tongue…wasn't it coarse and rough…licking your slutty toes until you almost couldn't take it anymore?"
"No…it's not…" She blushed crimson with shame, wanting to pull her foot back, but I held it firmly.
"Still stubborn?" I chuckled, continuing to wipe her arch and heel with the cloth, my movements gentle, yet always inadvertently touching her most sensitive spots. "Ying'er, look…that Zaha fellow…just licking your feet got you like this…what if…what if he used that big black cock of his, thicker than your husband's arm…to ram into your slutty cunt…wouldn't he fuck you so hard you couldn't get out of bed for three days and three nights?"
"Ah…husband…don't say anymore…" She closed her eyes in shame, her body trembling violently once more, and another gush of hot fluid seemed to surge from her inner thighs!
I sneered inwardly, but on my lips, I continued "gently": "Your husband is just giving an example…Ying'er, don't be afraid…how could your husband bear to let you be defiled by such a crude man? But…honestly…your husband's little dick…I'm afraid it's not even fit to carry Zaha's big black dick's shoes, is it?" I deliberately spoke in a self-deprecating tone, while with my free hand, I gripped my own three-inch little thing through my pants, "Ying'er, tell me…isn't the difference too great?"
She kept her eyes tightly shut, her body stiff, not daring to answer, but her rapid breathing and slightly trembling body had already said everything.
Looking at her, simultaneously ashamed and seemingly acquiescent, my heart filled with perverse satisfaction. I thoroughly wiped her one foot clean, then meticulously wiped the other, as well as the stains from her inner thighs and other areas. As I wiped her swollen, sensitive cunt-flesh, my fingers deliberately lingered for a moment, gently rubbing and pressing the tiny clitoris. She immediately let out a suppressed, crying moan, her body suddenly tensing!
"Look…so sensitive…" I chuckled, blowing an ambiguous breath into her ear, "It seems you really enjoyed yourself tonight…"
After cleaning up, I changed her into clean sleepwear, then picked her up horizontally and walked towards the bedroom. She nestled obediently in my arms, like a tired kitten, only her eyes, still glimmering with confusion and shame, showed that the turmoil within her was far from settled.
I gently placed Li Ying on the soft bed, covering her delicate body with the brocade quilt. She was like a startled kitten that had finally found a safe harbor, nestling obediently in my arms, her arms unconsciously wrapped around my neck, as if only this could make her feel secure.
"Ying'er, don't be afraid…your husband is here…" I continued to comfort her with soft words in her ear, my fingers gently stroking her slightly damp hair, my voice filled with endless "doting" and "tenderness," "It was all my fault just now…I shouldn't have let you get so scared…I just…I just wanted you to know…what true ecstasy feels like…"
My voice was like magic, seeping little by little into her confused thoughts, subtly transforming her previous fear and shame into a sacrifice and effort "for her own good." "Your husband is useless…can't give you the best…can only…can only use this clumsy method…" My voice took on a perfectly timed choke and self-reproach.
She gently shook her head in my arms, seemingly wanting to say something to comfort me, but in the end, she only buried her face deeper, letting out a few fragmented whimpers. I could feel her emotional defenses gradually crumbling, developing a deeper reliance on and…a hint of guilt towards me, her "well-intentioned" husband?
Very good, the effect was significant. Now, it was time to give a little "compensation," to make her completely drop her guard and believe in my "love."
"Ying'er…" I gently lifted her chin, making her look into my eyes, my gaze filled with "deep affection" and "pity," "Just now…you must have been terrified, right? Your body must still be uncomfortable…let your husband…take good care of you…compensate you…"
As I spoke, without waiting for her reply, I gently kissed her lips. This time, my kiss held no aggression, only pure comfort and tenderness. My hand also gently slipped beneath the brocade quilt, resting on her flat lower abdomen, tracing gentle circles on that still sensitive area through the thin silk sleepwear.
She let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly, but she did not resist; instead, she slightly parted her legs, seemingly silently inviting my caress.
I pulled down her underpants, revealing that tender flower cunt, freshly cleaned yet still slightly red and swollen. My fingers became slicker, coated with her freshly secreted arousal fluid. I didn't rush to stimulate her sensitive clitoris; instead, I gently stroked and kneaded the soft, moist flesh and folds of her cunt with my fingertips, bringing waves of numb and tingling itchiness.
At the same time, my lips and tongue left her mouth, moving downwards, taking her red tassel, which had already hardened again, into my mouth, gently sucking and circling.
"Mm…husband…" She let out a comfortable hum, her body completely relaxed, her arms tightly embracing me, surrendering herself entirely to me.
This time, I spoke no obscene words, nor did I make any rough movements. I simply used the gentlest, most skilled techniques, patiently teasing every inch of her sensitivity. My fingers gently stroked and twisted in her slick cunt-flesh, sometimes as light as a feather's brush, other times pressing slightly harder, mimicking the fullness of a penis entering. My tongue traced enticing shapes on the buds of her breasts, sometimes lightly licking, sometimes sucking, bringing waves of numb pleasure.
She was quickly aroused by my teasing, her breathing becoming rapid and hot, her body gently swaying like waves, letting out fragmented and alluring moans, no longer the fear and shame from before, but pure, enjoyable pleasure.
"Ah…husband…so good…mm ah…" She unconsciously twisted her waist, accommodating my fingers, and the lustful fluid from her inner thighs poured out like a spring, soaking my fingers and a patch of the bedsheet.
Watching her in this intoxicated state, completely immersed in lust, a sense of satisfaction as the "giver" welled up in my heart. But at the same time, a dark thought quietly sprouted—this slutty appearance of hers now, wouldn't it be even more alluring under Zaha's big black dick?
I forcefully suppressed this distracting thought, focusing on the movements of my hands, speeding up, my fingers thrusting and churning deeper within her moist, tight vaginal canal, while simultaneously pressing and rubbing forcefully with my thumb on her already swollen clitoris!
"Ah——!"
Not long after, with a high-pitched and satisfied moan, Li Ying reached orgasm once more! Her body suddenly sprang up like a taut bowstring, then softly fell back down, only the violent contractions in her inner thighs and the surging tide proved the intensity of this orgasm. This time, her face was flushed with satisfied blushes and tired languor, her eyes filled with reliance and warmth towards me.
The goal was achieved. The compensatory orgasm made her completely drop her guard, trusting my "love" even more.
But this wasn't enough. I wanted her to more profoundly experience the "gap" between me, her husband, and those black slaves.
I held her tenderly for a moment, whispering intimate sweet nothings in her ear until her breathing gradually stabilized. Then, I suddenly rolled out of bed, walked to the wardrobe, and took out the pair of [High-Heeled Sandals - Transparent Style] I had specially exchanged from the system.
"Ying'er, put these on." I returned to the bedside, holding the pair of crystal shoes that shimmered with an uncanny light in the candlelight, a smile of unquestionable, unusual excitement on my face.
Li Ying saw the strange shoes, a flicker of doubt and shyness in her eyes, but her recently satisfied body and habit of obeying my every word prevented her from refusing. I knelt beside the bed, serving her like a queen, personally putting on her transparent crystal high heels.
The cold, hard heels formed a stark contrast with her warm, fair jade feet. The shoe uppers were almost entirely transparent, revealing her perfect arches and delicate pink toes without reservation, emitting an eerie and decadent luster in the candlelight. Just by looking at her jade feet encased in high heels, my little dick once again uncontrollably and violently erected! It was even harder than before!
"So beautiful…" I sincerely praised, my eyes filled with obsession and mad possessiveness.
Then, I turned my gaze to Li Ying, who was now somewhat confused and uneasy, and said in a tone mixed with command and desire: "Ying'er…turn around…stick your butt up…"
Li Ying seemed to hesitate slightly, but seeing the unquestionable fervent glow in my eyes, she still obediently turned around and knelt prone on the bed, thrusting her plump, full, and alluringly curved snow-white buttocks high up, directly facing me. Her jade feet, adorned with transparent high heels, were also more prominently displayed before me due to this posture.
I took a deep breath, walked to the edge of the bed, and gazed at the blood-boiling sight before me—the high-protruding, luscious, snow-white buttocks, and the jade feet encased in transparent high heels, exuding a fatal temptation! My mind instantly went blank, leaving only the most primal impulse!
I guided my own three-inch long, purplish-hard little dick, aimed it at Li Ying's flower cunt, which had just experienced an orgasm and was still wet and muddy, and without any foreplay, rammed it in fiercely, all the way!
"Pffft!" a not-so-loud sound of flesh entering.
"Mm…" Li Ying let out a muffled groan, her body trembling slightly from the sudden penetration.
Tight! So tight! The cunt flesh, having just orgasmed, was still tight and slick, greedily enveloping my tiny dick. But…this tightness, compared to the feeling I imagined when Zaha's big black dick would penetrate, stretching her slutty cunt to its limit, was utterly insignificant!
I began to thrust rapidly in and out of her tight, wet vaginal canal! My movements were rough and urgent, completely unlike the gentleness from before. I watched her jade feet, clad in high heels, sway back and forth with my movements, listening to the "squish-squish" sound of my cock thrusting inside her cunt, and her suppressed moans, which seemed to carry a hint of emptiness… In my mind, however, I couldn't help but involuntarily conjure the image of Zaha's hideous, black cock, several times thicker than mine, brutally fucking her body!
Fuck! Why am I so useless! Why is my cock so small! I can't even satisfy my own woman! I can only get pleasure watching her being played with by a black slave!
Intense jealousy, inferiority, and shame gnawed at my heart like venomous snakes, yet these negative emotions strangely transformed into an even stronger, perverse sexual excitement! My little cock crashed more wildly inside her cunt, each thrust hitting the deepest part, as if to brand its pathetic existence onto her body!
"Ying'er… slut… look at your slutty cunt… being fucked by husband's little cock… does it feel good? Hmm? Or do you… still want Zaha's big black cock to fuck you? Only that black dick… can fuck your slutty cunt until it's rotten… until it squirts…" I roared coarsely into her ear as I thrust wildly, venting the jealousy and excitement in my heart.
Li Ying didn't answer, her body merely trembling violently with my impacts, letting out fragmented, unintelligible moans. I didn't know if it was stimulated by my actions, humiliated by my words, or perhaps… truly longing for that stronger impact?
A more malicious thought suddenly surfaced in my mind: If Li Ying knew that the sperm ejaculated by my little cock had pitifully low vitality, making it impossible for her to get pregnant… while Zaha and Abu, those black slaves, could impregnate her with just a touch… what would she think? Would she look down on me, her useless husband, even more? Would she desire those black dicks that could get her pregnant with a "bastard" even more?
This thought struck me like an electric current! The extreme humiliation and excitement made me almost instantly ejaculate!
"Ahh—slut! Clamp down for me!" I let out a roar, speeding up my thrusts, wildly ramming my tiny yet burning cock into her tight, wet vaginal canal!
That malicious thought about pregnancy, like the most potent aphrodisiac, instantly ignited all the accumulated desires within me! Extreme shame, extreme excitement, extreme twisted pleasure! I felt as if my little cock, only three inches long but hard enough to turn purple, was about to explode! I couldn't hold back any longer!
"Ahh—Ying'er! My slutty madam! I'm cumming for you!" I let out an extremely suppressed, almost collapsing roar, and my hips thrust forward violently, savagely and deeply ramming my hot, tiny cock into the deepest part of Li Ying's wet, tight flower cunt!
Several thin, burning white fluids, carrying all my jealousy, inferiority, excitement, and perverse love, violently burst forth from the tip of my pathetic little cock! All of it shot into the depths of her warm cunt hole!
This was a false "possession"! I clearly knew that with my weak sperm vitality, it was impossible for her to conceive! But at this moment, seeing her body tremble violently after my internal ejaculation, imagining that she might think she had a chance to conceive "my" child… this feeling of deception and control brought me an even stronger, perverse satisfaction than simple ejaculation!
The afterglow of orgasm swept through my body like a tide. I was completely drained, lying on Li Ying's smooth, soft back, panting heavily. My little cock, now flaccid after ejaculating, still lay limply in her warm, tight vaginal canal, feeling the addictive sensation of being enveloped and the intermittent contractions after orgasm.
Li Ying also seemed completely emptied of strength, slumping softly on the bed. Only her jade feet, clad in transparent high heels, still trembled slightly from the intense activity, reflecting an eerie glow in the candlelight.
I lay on her back for a while, but the lust in my heart had not completely subsided. The foot fetish desire flared up again like an addiction; just looking at her perfect jade feet encased in high heels made my just-flaccid little cock begin to stir again.
I slowly sat up, pulling my limp little cock out of her slick vaginal canal, bringing with it a few strands of sticky white cum. Then, I gently patted her round, perky butt and said in a slightly lazy and commanding tone, "Ying'er, turn over and look at your husband."
Li Ying responded wearily, slowly turning over to lie on her back. Her pretty face was still flushed, her eyes dazed, with a hint of post-coital languor and dependence on me. Her jade feet, clad in transparent high heels, were naturally presented before me.
I leaned down and first pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if the rough, crazy man from just now wasn't me. "My good Ying'er… you've worked hard…"
Then, my gaze uncontrollably fell upon her jade feet in high heels. The transparent crystal material perfectly displayed every detail of her feet – fair, delicate skin, rounded, adorable toes, elegant, perky arches… truly the most perfect masterpiece from heaven!
My breathing grew heavy again. I reached out and, as if holding a rare treasure, gently grasped one of her ankles, still wearing the high heel. It was cool and firm to the touch, a stark contrast to the warm softness of her skin.
"Ying'er's feet… truly beautiful…" I praised sincerely, my voice husky with desire. I lowered my head, devoutly pressing a kiss on the cool, transparent shoe surface, then looked up, my gaze burning as I watched her. "Use your beautiful feet… to serve your husband again… will you?"
Li Ying's cheeks flushed crimson again, and a hint of shyness and hesitation flickered in her eyes, but in the end, she didn't refuse, merely nodding slightly and slowly raising her jade feet, still clad in high heels, towards me.
My heart pounded wildly once more! I eagerly placed my little cock, which had just ejaculated once and was still a bit flaccid but had already stiffened again, between her clasped jade feet, still wearing the cool high heels!
The cool, hard shoe surface formed a strong tactile contrast with my warm, sensitive cock! The unobstructed visual stimulation brought by the transparent material excited me to the extreme!
"Mmm…" I moaned comfortably, beginning to slowly thrust between her high-heeled jade feet. The heels of the shoes made her arches even perkier, forming a tighter, more stimulating passage! Each friction brought the ultimate dual enjoyment of sight and touch!
"Ying'er's feet… are truly the most beautiful treasures in the world…" I praised in a voice full of deep affection while enjoying the pleasure of the footjob. "So fair and tender… and such a beautiful shape… wearing these crystal shoes… it's like a fairy's feet…" My fingers gently stroked her smooth calves. "Husband loves Ying'er's feet the most… can never look enough… can never play enough…"
My praises seemed to please her. The shyness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of satisfied appreciation and… a secret smugness? She even slightly adjusted the angle of her feet, making the high heels conform more closely to my cock, facilitating my thrusts.
"Oh… Ying'er is so good…" I chuckled softly, speeding up my thrusts, feeling every soul-stirring friction between the cool, hard shoe surface and my hot cock…
I immersed myself in the extreme pleasure where cool hardness and warm sensitivity intertwined, slowly thrusting between her perfect jade feet in crystal high heels, while admiring the breathtaking beauty with a gaze of infatuation. Li Ying seemed to be affected by my praises and focus, a strange light shimmering in her lazy, dazed eyes, and her foot movements became more cooperative.
But this was not enough… far from enough! While a simple footjob was delightful, without the catalysis of shame and multiple stimulations, something always felt missing. My gaze moved upwards from her maddening jade feet, gliding over her slender calves, her rounded knees, and finally settling on her gently rising chest and that mysterious region between her legs.
"Ying'er…" My voice, husky with arousal, held an undeniable command. "Just serving husband with your feet isn't enough… use your hands… touch your own slutty breasts… let husband see…"
Li Ying stiffened slightly at my words, two even deeper crimson flushes instantly blooming on her face, and a flicker of shame and resistance in her eyes. "Husband…" She seemed about to say something.
"Touch." I emphasized my tone, cutting her off, while simultaneously speeding up my thrusts below, expressing my resolve through action.
Under my command and the stimulation of my body, Li Ying finally succumbed. She bit her lower lip shamefully, slowly raising one hand, trembling slightly, to caress her full, perky right breast through the silk nightgown. The soft, plump sensation she felt made her let out a tiny groan.
"Good… just like that…" I chuckled with satisfaction, my gaze greedily watching her self-caressing movements. "Pinch hard… pinch your slutty nipples… imagine it's husband… no… imagine it's Zaha's rough big hands playing with you… isn't that more exciting? Hmm?"
"W-woo…" She let out a whimpering sob, as if stung by my words, but her hand movements involuntarily intensified, kneading and pressing her full breasts and erect nipples through the nightgown.
Watching her in such a shameful yet lewd state, my little cock throbbed even more fiercely! But this was still not enough! I wanted more!
"With your other hand… touch down below… touch your slutty cunt that was just fucked by husband and filled with cum…" My commands became even more explicit and humiliating. "Is it still itchy? Do you still want more? Do you want husband's little cock? Or do you want Zaha's big black cock that can fuck you to pieces?"
"Ah… no… husband… stop talking…" Li Ying completely broke down, tears gushing from her eyes, her body trembling violently, but her other hand, as if by some perverse enchantment, still uncontrollably reached downwards, gently rubbing that muddy, wet flower cunt through the cum-soaked nightgown!
Double stimulation! Double visual stimulation! She was giving me a footjob with her high-heeled jade feet while simultaneously stroking her full breasts and soaked flower cunt with both hands! This utterly decadent scene instantly made the blood in my veins boil! My little cock crashed wildly between her cool, hard high heels, each impact bringing unparalleled pleasure and visual impact!
Just a little more… just the final bit…
"Ying'er… look at husband…" I panted, commanding. With tear-filled, dazed eyes, she looked at me.
"Say it… say husband is useless… say husband's cock is small… can't compare to Zaha's black dick…" I coaxed her, my voice a demonic whisper. "Say you used these high heels… to cum your useless little cock… for husband…"
"No… husband…" She shook her head painfully, tears rolling down like broken pearls.
"Say it!" I suddenly intensified the thrusts with my feet, brutally impacting her clasped high heels! "Say it! And husband will cum for you!"
The extreme pleasure and shame once again broke through her psychological defenses! She looked at the frantic fire in my eyes, at her own ongoing lewd actions, and finally gave up her last resistance.
She parted her bruised, swollen cherry lips and, in a broken, trembling, tearful, and infinitely shameful tone, slowly uttered the words I had long awaited, yet which humiliated me to my very bones:
"Hus… husband… useless… little cock… can't… can't compare to… black dick… this servant… used… used shoes… to cum… husband…"
*Boom—!!!*
It was like the most dazzling fireworks exploding in my mind!
She said it! She really said it! With her noble and elegant mouth! She personally admitted my uselessness! Admitted the black man's power! And controlled my ejaculation in such a humiliating way!
Extreme shame! Extreme excitement! Extreme satisfaction! The physical exhaustion after a double orgasm mingled with this peak mental stimulation, forming an indescribable, utterly twisted ecstasy!
"Ahh—slut! My slutty madam Ying'er! I've been foot-fucked into cumming by you!" I let out an extremely suppressed, almost collapsing roar, violently thrusting the last dozen times between my wife's cool crystal high heels, her jade feet now marked with lewd traces!
Immediately, a stream of white, turbid fluid, even thicker and hotter than before, mixed with unspeakable humiliation and pleasure, violently burst forth again from the tip of my pathetic little cock, only three inches long, yet at this moment feeling as if it possessed the whole world! All of it shot onto the cool, transparent crystal high heels, symbolizing modern civilization and erotic temptation! The white semen flowed freely down the smooth shoe surface, covering her perfect jade feet and exquisite high heels with a lewd and shameful sheen!
The pleasure of the second ejaculation was even stronger and more lasting than the first! All the muscles in my body convulsed violently from the extreme ecstasy, my mind was blank, only the high-heeled jade feet covered in my semen before my eyes, and Li Ying's shameful and broken "command" echoing in my ears, constantly assaulted my senses and soul!
The extreme pleasure receded like a tsunami, leaving behind extreme physical exhaustion and a hollow sense of spiritual satisfaction. I lay between Li Ying's legs, panting heavily, feeling the afterglow of my three-inch little cock cumming between her high heels. The sticky, white, turbid fluid smeared the cool, transparent shoe surface and her fair, delicate jade feet, shimmering with a lewd and intoxicating luster in the candlelight.
Looking at this scene, my heart was still pounding. The foot fetish desire had not subsided after orgasm; instead, it transformed into a deeper, more devout sense of worship. These feet, these jade feet wearing high heels symbolizing modern civilization, which had just "fucked me into cumming," were now in my eyes sacred offerings!
I slowly sat up, carefully withdrawing my completely flaccid, cum-stained little cock from between her feet. Then, I half-knelt by the bed, and with a posture almost of worship, gently grasped her ankle, still wearing the high heel.
"Ying'er…" My voice was husky and gentle, filled with endless infatuation. "Let husband… clean them for you…"
Without waiting for her reaction, I carefully, as if handling the most precious work of art, gently slipped off the transparent crystal high heels from her feet. The inside of the shoes was also stained with my cum, sticky and slick.
I held the cum-stained crystal shoes in my hands, as if holding a holy grail. Then, under Li Ying's still dazed and confused gaze, I lowered my head, extended my tongue, and began to meticulously and devoutly lick every inch inside and outside the shoes!
The cool shoe surface, mixed with my still-warm, fishy-smelling semen, slid into my mouth. It was an utterly bizarre taste, but to me, it was supreme deliciousness! Like a loyal dog, I carefully licked the heel, the upper, the sole with my tongue, rolling every remaining drop of white turbid fluid into my mouth and swallowing it! As if performing a sacred ritual!
After licking the shoes clean, I carefully placed them aside, then turned my gaze to Li Ying's jade feet, similarly stained with my filthy essence. Her feet were slightly reddened from the intense activity and orgasm, and her fair skin was covered in sticky, translucent semen, appearing both lewd and alluring.
My breathing quickened again. I cupped one of her jade feet, lowered my head once more, and with a more devout and gentle posture than when licking the shoes, began to lick the semen from her feet!
My warm tongue slid over her delicate skin, gradually rolling away the sticky fluid. I meticulously licked her instep, arch, heel, and even every round, adorable toe and every delicate toe gap! Her toes curled and trembled slightly from the wet, hot stimulation, and she let out a tiny whimper, whether from pleasure or shame, I couldn't tell.
I immersed myself in this extreme foot worship, as if the entire world consisted only of these perfect jade feet before me and my devout licking. Only after licking every trace of semen from her feet clean, restoring their pure whiteness, did I reluctantly raise my head.
After licking, I felt some sticky semen still lingering on my flaccid little cock. I looked up at Li Ying, whose eyes were still a bit dazed, and said in a gentle voice tinged with command, "Ying'er, help husband clean up."
Li Ying seemed not to have fully recovered from the previous shock, she mechanically and obediently reached out and grasped my soft, three-inch little cock. Her fingers were slender and soft, cool to the touch, and their contact with my warm skin made me sigh comfortably. She clumsily, as if completing a task, used her fingers to wipe away the remaining semen from my cock. Watching her compliant and obedient demeanor, my heart filled with the satisfaction of control.
"All done…" After she finished wiping, I held her in my arms, letting her nestle against my chest, then pulled the brocade quilt over both of us.
The bedroom returned to quiet, with only the crackling of the candlelight and our intertwined breathing. I held her soft, fragrant body, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin, my heart filled with the peace and satisfaction after ejaculation, but the perverse excitement had not completely subsided.
I pressed my lips close to her ear, and in a voice only we could hear, like a dream whisper, I began to murmur, reliving that ultimate humiliation and pleasure:
"Ying'er… just now… what you said was so beautiful…" My voice held a hint of lazy laughter and deep intimacy. "Husband is useless… little cock… can't compare to black dick… used shoes… to cum husband…" I repeated the humiliating words she had been forced to say, each word like a gentle strum on her sensitive nerves. "Hearing you say that… husband's useless little cock… got so excited… clamped by your high heels… cummed all over… so comfortable… truly so comfortable…"
My voice was full of enchantment and recollection, as if those humiliating words were moving declarations of love. "Ying'er… from now on… will you say that to husband again… okay? Use your most beautiful feet… wearing these most beautiful crystal shoes… fiercely humiliate husband… treat husband like your dog… your foot slave… okay?"
My words, like poison mixed with a semblance of tenderness, slowly eroded her tired and fragile psychological defenses. She didn't answer, merely trembled slightly in my arms, and her breathing seemed to become somewhat disordered.
No matter, the seeds have been sown; someday they will take root and sprout. I smiled contentedly, tightened my arms, pulling her even closer into my embrace, and pressed a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead. Tonight, the harvest was plentiful.