The study was filled with the lewd scent of me and Li Ying, and the lingering afterglow of the subtle Black Fascination Incense. I closed the booklet, which recorded sin and pleasure, my excitement still unquelled. The plan for next time was roughly formed: stockings, high heels, semi-conscious humiliation... just thinking about it made me feel hot all over. But before that, I needed to discipline that black dog who had just tasted sweetness.
I quietly left the study and returned to that secluded corner of the backyard. Under the moonlight, Zaha's tall figure seemed anxious. He hadn't returned to his room but stood beneath the moonlight, his dark face expressing complex emotions—the aftertaste of satisfaction mixed with the fear of having caused a great disaster. Seeing my appearance, he startled violently and immediately prostrated himself on the ground in fear, his voice trembling: "Ma... Master..."
I walked up to him and, by the moonlight, observed him. The crotch of his pants, which had been damp from ejaculation earlier, was now semi-dry, but the astonishing outline was still visible. He kept his head down, not daring to look at me, his body trembling slightly from fear.
"Get up and answer." My voice was cold, devoid of emotion.
"Yes..." He stood up shakily, still keeping his head down.
"Tonight, you did very well." My tone suddenly shifted, carrying a hint of approval, but my gaze was as cold as a blade, fixed on him. "Madam was very 'satisfied'."
Zaha's head shot up, his eyes exploding with unbelievable ecstasy! "Re... Really? Master?"
"Of course it's real." A mocking smile played on my lips. I took a step forward, leaned closer to him, and lowered my voice, like a viper spitting venom. "But... you seemed a little *too* excited?" My gaze meaningfully swept over his still slightly bulging crotch. "You actually dared to... ejaculate on Madam's feet? Even if it was through your pants..."
Zaha instantly turned deathly pale. His legs went weak, and he nearly knelt again: "Master, spare me! This lowly one... this lowly one couldn't hold it back for a moment... This lowly one deserves ten thousand deaths!"
"Enough!" I raised my hand to stop him. "This time, it's forgiven. Considering you indeed made Madam very 'comfortable'." I paused, watching the fire of hope rekindle in his eyes, and continued in a voice full of both temptation and threat, "Next time... if you perform even better... perhaps... you won't need to be through your pants..."
His breathing instantly became heavy! His eyes blazed with the fanatical light of a devotee witnessing a miracle!
"But!" My voice suddenly sharpened, like a splash of icy water. "You must remember! You are always a dog! I grant you bones to eat, and only then can you eat them! Without my permission, you don't even have the right to approach Madam! Let alone touch her!" I extended my finger and fiercely jabbed his chest. "Next time, I will give you clearer instructions. Until then, stay put obediently! If you dare to act on your own again like tonight..." My gaze turned ruthless. "I don't mind letting you taste what it's like to wish you were dead!"
Both carrot and stick, grace and power. I needed to give him a taste of sweetness to keep him hopeful and motivated, but also constantly remind him of his place, to keep this fierce black dog firmly under control.
"Yes! Yes! This lowly one understands! This lowly one absolutely wouldn't dare! Everything will be as Master commands!" Zaha trembled all over, terrified by me, and desperately nodded his assurance.
"Very good." I nodded in satisfaction. "Remember what you said. Get lost."
"Yes! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!" Zaha scurried back to his small room as if granted a great pardon.
Back in the study, I closed the door, my excitement intertwined with calculation. Zaha, this dog, was now firmly leashed. Next, it was about how to use him more exquisitely to push Ying'er into a deeper abyss.
I found the box of [Black Fascination Incense] and my self-blended incense powder. To achieve a semi-conscious effect meant not completely paralyzing her rationality, yet sufficiently stimulating her sexual desire and physical sensitivity. This required precise control over dosage and mixing ratios.
I took out a small amount of Black Fascination Incense powder, and then different ratios of my homemade incense powders, lighting them separately in different incense burners. I carefully observed the changes in scent and... that strange, mind-stirring power under each mixing ratio. This was a process that required patience and experience, like concocting a precise poison.
After repeated attempts and observations, I roughly determined a new mixing ratio—reducing the amount of Black Fascination Incense and increasing several herbal powders that calm the nerves while also gently invigorating blood and aiding sexual desire. This should enhance her physical sensitivity without overly inducing lust, while allowing her to retain some conscious awareness, enough for her to vaguely perceive what was happening, feel that shame and stimulation, yet be unable to fully resist her body's instinctive reactions.
Perfect! I carefully put away the newly blended incense powder, my heart filled with anticipation for the next "feast."
Carrying a sense of fatigue and satisfaction, I finally returned to the bedroom. Gently pushing the door open, I saw Li Ying lying on her side on the bed, her breathing even and long; she was clearly fast asleep. Moonlight filtered through the window screen, casting light on her serene and beautiful sleeping face. That dignified grace was poles apart from the wanton woman who had collapsed and moaned beneath a black man's crotch just a few hours ago.
This extreme contrast once again ignited the fire in my heart. I walked to the bedside, leaned down, and carefully gazed at her. Her cheeks still carried a hint of lingering flush, her lips slightly pouted, as if she were having a sweet dream.
I couldn't help but reach out and gently caress her smooth cheek. The soft, warm touch on my fingertips sent a ripple through my heart. My gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on her body covered by the brocade quilt... The lewd and stimulating scenes from tonight involuntarily replayed in my mind—her screams as Zaha licked her toes, her collapsing orgasm as the black cock rubbed her soles, and... finally, her hazy gasps as I ejaculated with my cock clamped by her toes...
Each recollection was like savoring a mellow wine, its aftertaste lingering and intoxicating. My little cock even began to stir again. But I knew that tonight was enough. Too much is as bad as too little.
I took a deep breath, suppressing the tremor in my heart, took off my outer robe, and quietly got into bed, lying beside her. Embracing her soft, fragrant body, feeling her even breathing and body warmth, a complex emotion, a mixture of possessiveness, pity, guilt, and perverse satisfaction, slowly settled in my heart.
Tonight, I was both the despicable cuckold slave who planned everything and reveled in the pleasure of his wife being humiliated by another, and the "considerate" husband who offered her gentle comfort afterward. This tearing sensation of dual identity, far from causing me pain, brought a strange, all-controlling pleasure.
Holding her in my arms as she slept, I silently smiled in the darkness. Ying'er, my good Ying'er, our game... has only just begun. Just wait, next time, even more exciting surprises await you... stockings, high heels, and... conscious degradation...
Accompanied by endless fantasies of the future and an endlessly lingering aftertaste, I gradually drifted into sleep.
A good night's rest. The exhaustion brought by last night's extreme pleasure was dispelled by the morning sun. I opened my eyes; Li Ying in my arms was still sleeping soundly, her breathing even, her serene sleeping face showing no trace of last night's ravaging. Only her slightly furrowed brows and the faint lingering redness at the corners of her eyes hinted that last night's storm was no dream.
Satisfaction flowed through my limbs and bones like rich wine. I gently withdrew my arm, carefully getting out of bed, afraid of waking her.
The first thing I did was sink into my consciousness and check that damned system interface!
[System Interface]
Current System Points: 0 points!
Available Tasks:
- [Benevolent Healer] (Daily): Successfully diagnose and treat a patient with a difficult illness. Reward: 5 System Points.
- [Stocking Allure - Beginner] (Special): Have Li Ying wear any style of stockings for a foot massage (to be performed by someone else; protagonist may be present). Reward: 10 System Points, unlocks [Advanced Stocking Series Items].
- [High Heel Fascination - Beginner] (Special): Have Li Ying wear any style of high heels for a non-foot sexual act (performed by protagonist). Reward: 10 System Points, unlocks [Advanced High Heel Series Items].
- (More tasks to be refreshed…)
Available Exchange Items:
- [Newbie Silk Stockings Gift Pack] (Owned): Contains one pair each of black, white, and nude stockings.
- [High-Heeled Sandals - Transparent Style] (Owned).
- [Black Fascination Incense] (Owned).
- (More items to unlock...)
Indeed, it's 0 points! Last night's exchange for [Black Fascination Incense] used up all my savings. However, new tasks have refreshed!
[Stocking Allure] and [High Heel Fascination]! These two tasks are tailor-made for my plan tonight! Stockings, high heels... letting Zaha, that black dog, lick Ying'er's jade feet through black stockings while she wears high heels... Fuck! Just thinking about this scene makes my little cock stir again! Completing them will not only grant me 20 points but also unlock more advanced items! Absolutely perfect!
It seems today's [Benevolent Healer] task must be completed! With just 5 more points, I can ensure everything is foolproof! Perhaps I can also see if I can trigger some other small tasks; accumulating more points is always good.
I exited the system interface, my mood greatly improved. After washing and changing, Li Ying slowly awoke. Seeing me, she habitually gave a gentle, dependent smile: "Good morning, husband."
"Good morning, Ying'er." I walked over and kissed her forehead. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Mm..." She nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed. She seemed to have some vague memories of last night, but more so, there was the fatigue after orgasm and her dependence on me. She didn't inquire about what happened in the side hall last night, which relieved me and further confirmed that her subconscious acceptance of such stimulation was increasing.
We ate breakfast together; the atmosphere remained superficially warm and harmonious. She was utterly obedient to me, her eyes full of trust. This intensified my sense of controlling everything.
Bidding farewell to Li Ying, I rode in the carriage to the medical clinic. During the day, I was still the respected Physician Wu, healing the sick and saving lives. I diligently diagnosed, prescribed, and administered acupuncture to every patient who sought treatment, giving my utmost. This was not just to complete system tasks, but also, deep down, a sense of responsibility to this era and to this profession. Perhaps it was precisely this sense of nobility derived from "saving lives and helping the injured" that, combined with the immense contrast to my inner "despicable and lowly" cuckold desires, made me so obsessed with both.
Fortunately, in the afternoon, an old man who had been coughing for several months with no effect from various medicines came to seek treatment. I carefully diagnosed him, finding that it wasn't a common cold, but pulmonary consumption, which had already damaged his foundation. This disease was almost synonymous with a terminal illness in the Tang Dynasty. But relying on my modern medical knowledge and understanding of ancient pharmacology, I boldly adjusted the prescription, combining powerful, aggressive medicine with acupuncture, hoping to control the condition. Although it couldn't be cured, it could alleviate symptoms and prolong life.
Perhaps my bold attempt and benevolent heart moved the system, for after I finished administering acupuncture to the old man, a prompt sounded again in my mind:
[System Prompt]
Task [Benevolent Healer] completed! Successfully diagnosed and treated a patient with a difficult illness, demonstrating extraordinary medical skills and a benevolent heart. Reward: 5 System Points!
Current System Points: 0 + 5 = 5 points!
Excellent! 5 points acquired! Although not many, it's better than nothing! At least, tonight's plan won't be troubled by a lack of points.
As evening fell, after finishing my duties at the medical clinic, I didn't immediately return home. Instead, I first went to the West Market, specifically choosing some pastries Ying'er loved, and also bought an exquisitely crafted jade hairpin. This was to lay the groundwork for tonight's "performance."
When I returned to the mansion, dusk had already settled. I first went to the bedroom to see Li Ying; she was doing needlework under the lamp, her expression serene and focused.
"Husband has returned." Seeing me, she put down her work and rose to greet me.
"Mm," I smiled, handing her the pastries and jade hairpin, "See if you like them."
"Oh, they're so beautiful!" She picked up the jade hairpin, a glimmer of surprise flashing in her eyes. Then she saw the pastries I bought, and her smile widened even more, "Husband went to great lengths."
"As long as you like it." I took the opportunity to pull her into my arms, whispering in her ear, "This husband toiled during the day, tonight… Ying'er must properly 'reward' this husband..." My tone carried a hint of suggestive ambiguity.
Her cheeks immediately flushed crimson. She lightly hit me, "Husband, you're being naughty again..." But in her eyes, there wasn't much resistance.
It seemed the time was ripe.
I released her and went to the study, taking out the [Newbie Silk Stockings Gift Pack] and the [High-Heeled Sandals - Transparent Style] I had prepared earlier, along with the newly formulated [Black Fascination Incense] at half dosage.
Tonight would be an even more stimulating and wild… cuckold feast, combining modern temptation with ancient taboos! And this time, I wanted Ying'er to personally experience it all in a semi-conscious state!
The lingering glow of the sunset cast long shadows across the study floor through the window lattice. I sat behind my desk, my fingers caressing the cool, slippery black silk stockings and the crystal-clear, infinitely alluring transparent high heels.
My mind involuntarily began to sketch Ying'er wearing them—the black silk stockings, thin as cicada's wings, shimmering with alluring luster, tightly wrapped around her rounded, shapely jade legs, every curve perfectly outlined, extending all the way to her jade feet, which were elevated high, appearing even more delicate and exquisite. And the transparent crystal high heels fully showcased her perfect arch, rounded heel, and adorable toes, glistening with an intoxicating light in the candlelight…
Just the thought of it made my breathing heavy, and a familiar restless heat began to rise in my lower abdomen! The ultimate pleasure of ejaculating while clamped by her toes last night surged back into my mind! Fuck! Tonight, this scene must become a reality! And, it must be in front of that black dog!
I suppressed the turmoil in my heart and carefully put away the stockings and high heels. Then, I loudly instructed the servant waiting outside the door, "Go call Zaha to the study."
Soon, Zaha's tall, muscular figure appeared at the doorway. He had clearly run, his breathing still somewhat rapid, his dark face bearing unconcealed excitement and anticipation, and his eyes filled with fervent adoration as he looked at me.
"Master!" He respectfully knelt to the ground.
"Get up," I said blandly, my gaze sweeping over him, lingering on his still slightly bulging crotch. It seemed this dog was perpetually aroused, ready to serve his master's "special needs" at any moment.
"Thank you, Master!" He stood up, still bowing his head, awaiting my instructions.
"You did well last night." I first affirmed him, watching as his eyes instantly burst with joyous light. Then, my tone shifted, becoming cold and authoritative, "But, it seems you've forgotten my earlier warning? Who allowed you to act on your own initiative and use *that thing* to touch Madam's feet?"
The wild joy on Zaha's face was instantly replaced by fear. He dropped to his knees with a "thud" again, kowtowing like pounding garlic, "Mercy, Master! This humble one deserves death! This humble one was just momentarily overcome by desire… I will never dare again! Please, Master, spare this humble one this once!"
"Hmph," I snorted coldly, "Considering that Madam doesn't seem to have blamed you, I'll let it slide for now. If there's a next time, you know the consequences!"
"Yes! Yes! This humble one understands! This humble one will never forget!" He promised, his voice trembling.
Having disciplined him, it was time for a little reward. I paced to stand before him, looking down condescendingly, a strange smile curling my lips: "However… your performance last night did indeed make Madam very 'relaxed'… So, tonight… you'll have another chance."
Zaha sharply raised his head, his eyes filled with unbelievable ecstasy and gratitude!
"Tonight will be different from last night." My voice lowered, filled with mysterious allure, "Madam will wear something… you've never seen before…" I paused, savoring the curious and expectant expression on his face, then said word by word, "At that time, you won't just lick Madam's feet… you'll also lick those beautiful, crystal-like shoes… through that thin layer!"
Lick high heels through silk stockings?! Zaha clearly couldn't comprehend what kind of scene this would be, but he could sense the implied meaning, more stimulating and forbidden than merely licking feet! His dark face flushed crimson with extreme excitement, his breathing became incredibly heavy, and his eyes erupted with an unprecedented fanatic glow! He even subtly twisted his body, as if desperately trying to suppress something!
"But…" My voice turned cold again, "Tonight, without my command, you are not allowed any superfluous movements! Especially… you are not allowed to touch any part of Madam with *that dirty thing* again!" I pointed to his crotch, my eyes full of warning, "If Madam is less resistant tonight… perhaps… I will allow you… to gently… touch her soles… with your hands… but that's all! Do you understand?"
I deliberately left a vague leeway, hinting at "footjob." If Ying'er showed compliance or even cooperation in her semi-conscious state, I wouldn't mind letting Zaha experience a further service, of course, under my strict control!
"Understood! Master! This humble one understood! This humble one will only follow Master's commands! I absolutely won't move without permission!" Zaha was so excited he became incoherent, nodding desperately in assurance.
"Very good," I nodded with satisfaction, "Remember your words. Go prepare, and wait outside the side hall after dinner."
"Yes, Master!" Zaha kowtowed heavily again before respectfully withdrawing from the study. Watching his uncontrollably excited retreating figure, I knew that tonight's bait had been successfully cast.
I put away the items, tidied my appearance, and went to the dining hall to have dinner with Li Ying.
The dinner dishes were still exquisite and delicious, but my mind was clearly not on the food. As I served dishes to Li Ying, I casually brought up a topic as if by accident.
"Speaking of which, today in the West Market I saw some novelties..." I sipped some wine, slowly saying, "There's a kind of stocking from the Western Regions, thin as cicada's wings, called 'silk stockings,' and when women wear them, it's said to have a unique charm..."
Li Ying was daintily eating a pastry. Hearing the words "silk stockings," her hand paused slightly, and a hint of curiosity appeared on her face: "Oh? There are such unusual stockings?" Evidently, she remembered the silk stockings I had redeemed last time quite clearly.
"Indeed," I smiled, my gaze subtly sweeping over the faint outline of her calves beneath her skirt, "And there's another kind of shoe, with extremely high heels, carved like crystal, called 'high heels.' When women wear them, their posture becomes even more upright and graceful..."
Li Ying's curiosity was completely piqued: "There are such marvelous shoes?"
"Precisely." I put down my wine cup, leaned closer to her, lowering my voice, filled with an ambiguous allure, "This husband thought, Ying'er, when you wear those silk stockings and high heels, you will surely be unparalleled in grace, unmatched by anyone… How about… tonight after our bath, we try them on?" My tone was full of anticipation and request, as if I simply wanted to admire my wife's beauty.
Li Ying's cheeks instantly flushed crimson! She clearly thought of something, her gaze flickering, with a hint of shyness and resistance, but even more, a kind of eagerness to try—attracted by the novelty, yet with a touch of forbidden excitement?!
"Husband..." She gave me a petulant look, her voice faint as a mosquito's buzz, "You're teasing your humble servant again..."
"This husband is not joking." I held her hand, looking deeply into her eyes, "This husband simply… wants to see Ying'er's most beautiful self… and besides…" My voice lowered again, full of implication, "Tonight's 'calming foot bath'… might require some 'special' clothing to complement it… for a better effect..."
"Special" clothing... "special" foot bath...
Li Ying's breathing hitched slightly! She seemed to understand my unspoken meaning! In her moist eyes, a flicker of panic and shame instantly flashed, but deep within… a tiny flame named "curiosity" and "anticipation" subtly danced!
She was silent for a moment, neither agreeing nor explicitly refusing. Only her slightly trembling eyelashes and quietly clenched fingers betrayed her inner turmoil.
That was enough. I knew she had implicitly agreed.
Tonight's silk stocking and high heel foot bath… was inevitable!
Watching Li Ying's shy yet subtly anticipating expression, I chuckled inwardly, knowing that my words had piqued her curiosity and deep-seated desires. I stopped pressing, instead chatting with her about everyday matters, such as interesting incidents at the medical clinic today, or news and anecdotes from Chang'an city, striving to create a relaxed and warm atmosphere.
But my gaze occasionally swept over her delicate face, graceful neck, and the slender ankles faintly visible beneath her skirt, imagining her even more alluring charm once she wore the black silk and high heels. This sense of anticipation, like a tinder buried deep in my heart, burned hotter and hotter.
Dinner concluded in this slightly ambiguous yet feigned normal atmosphere.
I put down my chopsticks and instructed Lin'er, who was standing nearby: "Go prepare hot water and fragrant flower bath, Madam wishes to bathe."
"Yes, Master." Lin'er replied crisply, and along with Ting'er, withdrew.
Li Ying's body stiffened slightly upon hearing my instruction, her cheeks flushed again. She looked at me, her eyes holding a hint of inquiry and imperceptible nervousness.
I returned a gentle, suggestive smile, stood up, and took her hand: "Come, Ying'er, let this husband… properly attend to your bathing and changing."
A warm mist permeated the spacious bathroom, and the air was filled with the rich fragrance of roses and orchids. The large bathtub was filled with warm, clear water, and bright flower petals floated on its surface.
The maidservants had already withdrawn, leaving only Li Ying and me. I personally undressed her, watching her plump, alluring, perfectly sculpted body, like white jade, faintly visible in the candlelight and steam. My breathing quickened somewhat.
She shyly avoided my burning gaze, carefully stepping into the bathtub. The warm water enveloped her body, making her sigh comfortably.
I didn't rush to the next step. Instead, as usual, I picked up a soft cloth, dampened it, and carefully wiped her smooth back, rounded shoulders, and shapely buttocks… Every movement was utterly gentle, as if I were truly just serving my beloved wife.
But my heart was already ignited by the impending "feast"! The black silk stockings, the transparent high heels, and Zaha's hungry black dog… as well as Ying'er's shame and degradation in her semi-conscious state…
I suppressed the wicked fire in my heart and concentrated on washing her body. When my hand slid across her flat lower abdomen, about to touch that mysterious triangular area, she trembled sensitively, and her legs slightly closed together.
"Husband..." Her voice carried a hint of petulant complaint and plea.
I smiled, not moving further down, but instead turned to wash the jade feet that so fascinated me. I lifted her feet out of the water, meticulously cleaning each toe, every inch of skin, as if polishing a peerless work of art.
"Ying'er's feet… they truly grow more beautiful by the day..." I praised sincerely, my finger gently tickling her sensitive sole.
"Mm..." She let out another faint moan, her toes curling up.
The bathing process was filled with warmth (on the surface) and ambiguity (in my heart). I deliberately slowed my movements, savoring the calm before the storm, and enjoying this feeling of controlling everything.
Finally, the bath was finished. I used a clean, soft silk cloth to dry her body. Then, instead of putting on her usual sleepwear, I took down a piece from a nearby hanger that was completely different from her usual style—a light blue, lace-trimmed, light and silky smooth silk sleepwear. The style of this sleepwear was slightly daring, with a low neckline and a skirt that only reached above her knees, faintly revealing the outline of her thighs.
"Husband… what is this…?" Li Ying looked at this distinctly modern-style sleepwear, a little surprised and hesitant.
"This husband specially prepared it for you," I said with a smile, not allowing her to refuse, and began to put it on her, "Try it, this husband thinks this color suits you very well."
She half-willingly, half-reluctantly put on the sleepwear. The light blue accentuated her snow-white skin, making it appear even more delicate and smooth. The lace trim outlined an alluring curve on her chest, and the slightly shorter skirt revealed her slender, well-proportioned legs.
"So beautiful..." I praised sincerely, my eyes filled with appreciation and… the excitement of impending plunder! "Let's go, Ying'er, we'll go to the side hall… for tonight's 'calming foot bath'..."
I took her hand and walked towards the side hall, which was already prepared and filled with sin and anticipation. I knew that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
We arrived together at the side hall. The setup here was similar to last night: the cedar bathtub was ready, filled with warm, herbal-scented medicinal liquid. The only difference was that the incense burner in the corner was still empty; I hadn't yet lit the carefully prepared "semi-conscious black charm incense."
I helped Li Ying sit on the edge of the soft couch, then I sat on a low stool nearby. Watching her in that light blue silk sleepwear, revealing her rounded, fair shoulders and a section of beautifully shaped calves, my heart felt a familiar heat again.
"Ying'er, come, soak your feet first, relax a bit." I said softly, personally crouching down and gently placing her jade feet, which were like works of art, into the warm medicinal water.
"Mm..." She obediently responded, sighing comfortably, leaning her weight against the soft backrest of the couch.
I didn't immediately start massaging, but first let her quietly soak her feet, enjoying this moment of tranquility and relaxation. At the same time, my gaze carefully observed her expression. She seemed more energetic than last night; although there was still a hint of imperceptible weariness between her eyebrows, her eyes were no longer as empty and dazed as before. This was exactly the effect I wanted!
"Ying'er..." As I scooped up the warm medicinal water with my hand and gently poured it over her smooth calves, I spoke casually, "This husband saw some novelties in the West Market today… they were truly quite interesting. Last time I had you try them on… it seemed a bit rushed… How did you… feel?"
I was cautiously probing. After all, she had experienced both silk stockings and high heels before, especially the heartily enjoyable sex and subsequent footjob brought on by the high heels, which must have left a deep impression on her.
Indeed, upon hearing "silk stockings" and "high heels," her body trembled slightly! Two charming blushes instantly appeared on her cheeks! Her gaze became somewhat unsteady, as if recalling some shameful scenes.
"Husband… those things… they're so strange..." She lowered her head, her voice faint as a mosquito's buzz, carrying a hint of imperceptible shyness and… perhaps even an excitement she herself wasn't aware of? "Wearing them… it feels… weird..."
"Oh? How weird?" I pressed, watching her shy demeanor with great interest.
"It's just… those silk stockings… they're so slippery… and thin and transparent… it's like not wearing anything at all..." Her voice grew fainter as she spoke, and her cheeks became even redder, "And those shoes… with such high heels… I couldn't even walk steadily… but… but..."
"But what?" I encouraged her, looking at her.
"But..." She raised her head, her eyes a little dazed, as if savoring a peculiar sensation, "After putting them on… it felt… as if my body… had changed somehow… especially… especially you, Husband..." She didn't continue, merely lowering her head shyly.
I knew what she wanted to say! After putting on the high heels, she felt my unprecedented firmness and endurance! That intense visual stimulation was effective not only for me but also created a wonderful chemical reaction in her!
"Hehe..." I chuckled inwardly. It seemed she wasn't repelled by these two modern items; in fact… she even liked them a little? "That's natural," I explained with a smile, my tone half-truth, half-lie, "Those wonders from the Western Regions have their own marvelous uses. It's said that wearing them during a massage… yields an even better effect, invigorating blood circulation, dredging collaterals, and soothing both body and mind."
I began to lay the groundwork for tonight's silk stocking massage.
"Really?" She looked up curiously.
"Of course, it's true." I talked nonsense with a serious face, "Especially those silk stockings, their material is special. When combined with massage ointment, they allow the medicinal effects to penetrate the skin better… and besides…" I deliberately paused, leaned closer to her, and whispered in her ear, "When you wear those black silk stockings… Ying'er, your legs… they are simply beautiful enough to haunt one's dreams..."
My words and hot breath made her sensitively shrink her neck. Her cheeks became even redder, and she gave me a petulant glare:
"Husband, you're teasing your humble servant again..." But a flicker of interest sparked in her eyes.
It seemed she was now half-believing, half-doubting. I decided to strike while the iron was hot.
"Alright, the water temperature is about right." I stood up and walked to the incense burner in the corner, took out the newly formulated "semi-conscious black charm incense," which was at half dosage, and lit it.
A strange aroma, even more subtle than last night's yet still carrying that elusive hint of wild allure, began to slowly permeate the side hall. This time, the scent was softer, harder to detect, but its effect... was more focused on enhancing bodily sensitivity while retaining a portion of conscious awareness.
I returned to the soft couch, knelt down again, and began to give Li Ying a foot bath. I first used warm water to carefully wash her feet, then lifted them out of the water and dried them with a soft cloth.
"Ying'er, since a massage feels better with stockings on," I said, pulling out the black silk stockings I had prepared earlier, "then tonight... shall we try it?" My tone was questioning, but my actions were unquestionable.
Li Ying looked at the black silk stockings, thin as cicada wings and radiating an alluring luster, her cheeks flushing crimson again. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not refuse, merely nodding slightly with bashful shyness.
Receiving her tacit consent, a wave of wild joy surged through me! Carefully, as if handling a rare treasure, I gently, little by little, slipped the black silk stockings onto her flawless jade feet!
The stockings' material was exceptionally smooth, clinging tightly to her skin, perfectly outlining the graceful curves of her legs. The mysterious black formed a strong visual contrast with her snow-white skin! Sexy! Alluring! It simply made my blood boil!
Just the act of putting the stockings on her made me incredibly excited; my little dick was already stiff and erect!
After she was dressed in the stockings, I didn't immediately bring out the high heels. The foot bath was over; next was the massage. The high heels would wait until the crucial moment of the massage to be put on; only then could the maximum stimulating effect be achieved!
"Alright," I said, admiring her sexy jade legs in black stockings with satisfaction, then called out towards the door, "Zaha! Come in and serve Madam with a massage!"
From outside the door, Zaha's suppressed, excited, heavy response immediately came: "Yes! Master!"
Accompanied by my slightly impatient command, Zaha's tall, dark figure appeared at the doorway. He knelt to the ground again, his voice trembling noticeably from excitement: "Master!"
I glanced at him, not telling him to get up immediately, but instead turned my gaze to Li Ying on the soft couch. She wore a light blue silk sleepwear, her slender, plump jade legs encased in black silk stockings, glowing alluringly in the candlelight. The air was filled with the newly blended, half-dose black fascination incense. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes a little dazed, and her breathing slightly rapid. The drug's effect was perfectly at play—enhancing her sensitivity while retaining some conscious awareness.
"Madam's legs are tired, they need a good massage," I said to Zaha on the floor, pointing to Li Ying's beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings, my tone flat. "From the ankles up, to below the knees, massage carefully, do not neglect."
"Yes! Master!" Zaha quickly responded, uncontrollable ecstasy bursting forth in his eyes! He carefully crawled to the soft couch, his rough, dark hands, with an imperceptible tremor, gently gripped Li Ying's slender ankles, which were wrapped in stockings.
"Mm…" Li Ying's body trembled imperceptibly! The black silk stockings did not completely isolate the rough touch and burning body temperature of the foreign man; instead, because of their slippery material, the contact became even clearer, even more ambiguous! Her cheeks flushed even redder, her eyes flickering, seeming somewhat nervous, and also a little at a loss.
Zaha began to follow my instructions, using his strong, powerful hands with distinct knuckles, slowly massaging her smooth, delicate calves through the thin black stockings. His movements were even more careful than last time, yet also more focused. His gaze greedily roved over Li Ying's perfect curves encased in the black silk, his breathing heavy and suppressed. I could see the monstrous giant cock in his crotch once again restlessly throbbing!
I sat by, observing coldly. Watching Ying'er's body gradually relax under the kneading of the black slave's rough hands, her eyes becoming more dazed. That expression, mixed with shame, nervousness, and a trace of unconscious anticipation stirred by the drug and unusual touch, was simply the most alluring aphrodisiac in this world!
"Ying'er, relax a little," I said softly, breaking the ambiguous silence, "Zaha's technique is good; let your legs properly relax."
Li Ying nodded slightly, seemingly trying to persuade herself to accept all this. The half-dose incense allowed her to retain her rationality, enabling her to more clearly feel this "service" from the foreign man. The shame was stronger than last night, but the waves of tingling numbness and pleasure emanating from her body made it hard for her to resist.
"Lift your feet up a bit, put them on his lap, it'll be easier for him to apply force." I continued to issue instructions, my tone so natural as if it were only for the convenience of the massage.
Li Ying hesitated for a moment, but finally obediently lifted her black-stockinged jade feet, gently, with a slight tremble, placing them on Zaha's thick, dark, muscular thighs as he knelt before her!
Black silk stockings, snow-white skin, dark, rough thighs! This intense visual impact made me instantly gasp for breath! The evil fire in my lower abdomen burned fiercely again! Fuck! It's too damn stimulating!
Zaha's body also visibly stiffened! Those noble, sexy, alluringly fragrant black-stockinged jade feet were placed defenselessly on his thighs! Through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel their astonishing softness and delicacy! His dark face instantly flushed to the extreme, his breathing heavy as bellows! The big black cock in his crotch thrust upwards, almost bursting his pants!
"Zaha!" my voice rang out with a hint of warning, "Focus on the massage! Don't forget what I told you!" I paused, a playful hint in my eyes, "Serve Madam well, especially... when you massage her soles later... you can use a bit of 'special' force... Madam likes 'forceful' ones..."
I deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of "forceful" and suggestively glanced at his hand.
Zaha trembled all over, immediately understanding my meaning! Rays of wild joy and gratitude burst forth in his eyes! "Yes! Master! This humble one understands!"
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to avert his gaze from those alluring black-stockinged jade feet, and massaged Li Ying's calves even more strenuously.
Watching the scene before me, feeling the increasingly thick forbidden aura permeating the air, I felt the time was about right. It was time for the next step, the most crucial step of the night!
I stood up, straightened my robe, and put on a perfectly timed expression of "fatigue": "Mm… this incense smells nice, but after smelling it for a while, I'm feeling a bit drowsy… I'll go outside to get some fresh air, clear my head." I looked at Li Ying and said softly, "Ying'er, you continue with the massage, I'll be right back."
Li Ying nodded slightly, an imperceptible flicker of panic in her eyes. She knew I was going to leave her alone with this black slave again, just like last time!
I then turned to Zaha, my voice carrying an unquestionable command: "Now, start massaging Madam's soles! Remember, be thorough! Be 'forceful'! Let Madam truly 'relax'!" I emphasized those words again, and gestured with my eyes for him to begin.
"Yes! Master!" Zaha's voice trembled from extreme excitement.
I said no more, turning and walking towards the side hall entrance. But I didn't actually leave; instead, just like last night, I calculated the angle precisely and quietly hid outside the window, ready to enjoy the upcoming, even more stimulating, even more spectacular—black silk foot sole massage feast!
Hidden in the shadows outside the window, my heart pounded like a drum! The scene inside the side hall, through the gaps in the window lattice, clearly entered my eyes!
Ying'er! My noble and beautiful wife! At this moment, she was wearing alluring light blue lace sleepwear, her slender, plump legs tightly encased in those mysterious black silk stockings, languidly and obediently resting her black-stockinged jade feet—feet that could drive all men mad—on the thick, dark thighs of the lowly black slave, Zaha!
That black dog, Zaha! He was kneeling before Ying'er, his huge, calloused black hands wantonly kneading and pressing her delicate, sensitive soles through the thin, slippery black silk! His face was flushed crimson from extreme excitement, his breathing heavy as bellows, and the monstrous big black cock in his crotch was hard as an iron rod, thrusting high, as if it would burst free at any moment!
And Ying'er… my Ying'er… in her semi-conscious state, she was not unaware of all this! The incense's effect was just right; her body had become exceptionally sensitive. Every press Zaha made through the stockings caused her to tremble slightly, uncontrollably! Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes dazed, her red lips slightly parted, emitting fragmented, suppressed moans… that wasn't pain, but rather… the sound of arousal interwoven with shame and pleasure!
Fuck! This scene! This sound! This atmosphere! It was even more stimulating than actually seeing them fuck! Even more exciting for me! My little dick was already throbbing with pain, its tip constantly oozing fluid, almost soaking my underpants!
Watching Zaha, that clumsy fool who only knew brute force, I felt both impatient and itching! What was massaging her soles through stockings? The real stimulation hadn't even begun!
I took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness in my heart, and quietly, towards Zaha inside the window, issued a new command in a voice like a devil's whisper that only he could hear:
"Zaha! Take off your pants!"