Femdom story BDSM Cuckold sadistic masochism – Father-in-law – Slave bride (Part 1)
When she came to America in 1975, she was in third grade, 10th grade. Coming to America because she had a good basic English, she entered 11th grade right away and graduated on time. She chose community college because she knew she was beautiful and didn't need to find a job or an advanced degree. When she was a student, she was also served by many young men who worshiped her and asked to be her slaves. She freely tortured and bestowed favors on them. During her many years of studying, she had never had to wash a shirt or pants by herself, all of them including her underwear and every pair of shoes. All of them were waited on by the boys for their turn to be taken home and washed. Tram knew well enough that they kissed and kissed before washing, but she only smiled meaningfully when they brought it and knelt down to give it back to her. They competed and waited to serve her, to wash her clothes, to shop for her, and to kneel at her feet and wait for orders. She also never had to wash her feet. Every night, the boys wait for her to allow her to kneel down to wash her feet, wipe them with her towel, and sometimes even kiss her feet, lick her feet, and suck her beautiful toes. There was a guy who had the privilege of lifting her feet and placing them on his head while she sat reading the newspaper, watching a movie, or eating. Meeting her in the middle of the schoolyard, many respected teachers were no longer shy about their teacher-student etiquette, kneeling down and asking her to step over their heads. Of course, she calmly walked past, sometimes giggling, and many men even turned around and patted their heads with her shoe soles. There was a teacher who she took great care of. The next day, he entered the lecture hall, came to Tram's seat, knelt down at her feet, and begged to be her slave before the eyes of many fellow students. And Tram's love gave him the privilege of washing white pants and underwear more. Thank you, one day in front of the school gate, as soon as you got out of the taxi, you saw him kneeling at your feet. Tram was surprised and asked what was going on? The respected teacher asked to carry her into the classroom. She smiled and nodded. He dragged his knees behind her back, respectfully lifted the hem of his purple-pink ao dai and placed it above his head, bowing his head seductively at her heels in front of the crowd of students gathered around. The students took turns kneeling down around Tram's feet. Others voluntarily knelt in two rows with their heads bowed to the ground from the school gate all the way to the lecture hall where she would study. The teacher slowly pressed his head while Tram laughed until his head was completely between her two white pants legs. Then he gradually raised his head higher, he groaned and thanked her because the soft fabric of his pants legs rubbed against the edges of his ears while the two flaps of his long shirt covered his smart and literate head. When his head reached his crotch, he asked her to let him rub his head from front to back from back to front. She patted his head with her hand, gently pressing it back. He slowly pulled his head behind her ass, face her butt, he inhaled the scent of the rough fabric with two marks on her underwear. He kissed around the buttocks and then rubbed his head against the ass, poking his head out the front of the ao dai. She forced him to turn around, kneel with both hands on the ground, bow his head, put on the front of his ao dai, and pinch his ears hard while the other boys took turns kneeling before her feet and asking her to forgive him. teacher. She smiled and allowed him to lift the front of her ao dai and slide it back into her crotch after burying her face between her thighs and inhaling long, blissful breaths. The teacher carried her on his head the entire length of the schoolyard until he reached the chair. She gave him permission to use his head as a chair for her to sit on for a bit after sticking his tongue out and licking her chair. She shrugged a few times to satisfy him before he pulled his head out of her crotch and walked up to the classroom. As soon as he finished the lecture, he knelt right on the podium, dragged his feet in front of Tram, and slowly bent down to take off the shoes she was wearing. He respectfully kissed her feet, then kissed her pants legs, slowly kissing her knees. Tram playfully put her right leg over her left leg. The teacher didn't dare anymore, trembling and asked to carry Tram to the car. Of course Tram gave him his wish. The next days, after every class, the teacher served her, but she always stopped him when he kissed her until the knees of her white pants. The teacher begged miserably, he wanted to bury his face in Tram's crotch once like the day before the school gate. Tram rubbed his head with the toe of her shoe with a promise and an arrogant but ravishing smile.
One weekend morning, wearing a light pink ao dai and pure white pants, as thin as if they could no longer be thin, she arrogantly asked the teacher to carry her around the schoolyard on his neck. In front of each lecture hall, he knelt down, pulled his head back past her crotch, lifted the back of his ao dai, before the eyes of the students, he rubbed his face against her buttocks, stuck out his tongue and licked the thin fabric on the outside. Inside was a pair of underwear he had just washed and given to her this morning. This morning, he was allowed by her to kneel and worship, with both hands offering his clean underwear on his head, in front of the bedroom door when it was not yet dawn. Then he put his head through his crotch and carried her all the way to the lecture hall where she studied. At the end of class, she smiled and signaled her agreement. The teacher was so happy, he knelt down on the spot and crawled all the way to her feet while thanking Tram profusely. Tram let him lift up the front of her ao dai, tremblingly lifted her legs wider, happily burying her face in her crotch and kissing her thin pants. She laughed cheerfully, rubbing his gray hair with her hand, while he immersed himself in the scent of the thin fabric. He begged to lick her pussy right outside her pants, but Tram said he would lick her pants every day. He shivered and admitted that before washing, he licked his pants all over the outside and inside, from the leg to the crotch. Tram smiled and said that was enough, don't mess with her. The teacher begged her for forgiveness, his head rubbing between her feet. She said that if he was obedient, she would lovingly grant him many favors. He asked her, during class hours that weren't his, to let him kneel behind her and serve her, adoring her and waiting for her to give. She raised her ass up so he could rub her head against her crotch, then clamped down and smiled in agreement. And from then on, he was satisfied, kneeling behind her every class, admiring her butt with her underwear marks, and being desired. Occasionally she lifted her butt up so he could put his head down, acting as a chair for her. From time to time she would tilt her butt to the side so he could stick his tongue out and lick the seat under Tram's butt. And now she is married to Trung, who is handsome, has a solid business, and obeys and worships her like a slave to the queen, so she doesn't have to worry about finances. As Trung's wife, she earns money. A leisurely job, working as a sales person for a large cosmetics store. She only works from 3pm to 9pm, five days a week from Monday to Friday. Trung came to America a long time ago, more than ten years away from her family, and adopted Mr. and Mrs. Thanh, where she lived for a long time, as foster parents. The job requires her to wear gorgeous makeup and dress up to attract customers, even though the customers are mostly women. Sometimes there were a few guys who came into the store to casually ask to see her, and there were guys who boldly asked to be her servant. Someone knelt in front of the store for hours, but she didn't look at him so he just stood up and left. An old man with white hair also came, knelt down at her feet and asked to be a servant, asked to crawl through her crotch and then died willingly. She always smiles proudly. The middle-aged man who knelt in front of the car door the day before also often came, asked to enter the store, knelt behind her work chair, and begged her to stand up so he could use his head as a chair for her to sit on. She knew he often peeked behind her butt and longed to kiss her panties behind the thin fabric. She only gave him the grace to kiss her heels, and let her use the soles of her high heels to tap the gray hairs on his head. The white-haired old man was finally satisfied by her. That day, taking advantage of the large number of people passing by, she asked him to bring a chair and place it in front of the door. He tremblingly complied. She sat on the chair, the old man knelt at her feet and kissed her sandals.
One weekend morning, wearing a light pink ao dai and pure white pants, as thin as if they could no longer be thin, she arrogantly asked the teacher to carry her around the schoolyard on his neck. In front of each lecture hall, he knelt down, pulled his head back past her crotch, lifted the back of his ao dai, before the eyes of the students, he rubbed his face against her buttocks, stuck out his tongue and licked the thin fabric on the outside. Inside was a pair of underwear he had just washed and given to her this morning. This morning, he was allowed by her to kneel and worship, with both hands offering his clean underwear on his head, in front of the bedroom door when it was not yet dawn. Then he put his head through his crotch and carried her all the way to the lecture hall where she studied. At the end of class, she smiled and signaled her agreement. The teacher was so happy, he knelt down on the spot and crawled all the way to her feet while thanking Tram profusely. Tram let him lift up the front of her ao dai, tremblingly lifted her legs wider, happily burying her face in her crotch and kissing her thin pants. She laughed cheerfully, rubbing his gray hair with her hand, while he immersed himself in the scent of the thin fabric. He begged to lick her pussy right outside her pants, but Tram said he would lick her pants every day. He shivered and admitted that before washing, he licked his pants all over the outside and inside, from the leg to the crotch. Tram smiled and said that was enough, don't mess with her. The teacher begged her for forgiveness, his head rubbing between her feet. She said that if he was obedient, she would lovingly grant him many favors. He asked her, during class hours that weren't his, to let him kneel behind her and serve her, adoring her and waiting for her to give. She raised her ass up so he could rub her head against her crotch, then clamped down and smiled in agreement. And from then on, he was satisfied, kneeling behind her every class, admiring her butt with her underwear marks, and being desired. Occasionally she lifted her butt up so he could put his head down, acting as a chair for her. From time to time she would tilt her butt to the side so he could stick his tongue out and lick the seat under Tram's butt. And now she is married to Trung, who is handsome, has a solid business, and obeys and worships her like a slave to the queen, so she doesn't have to worry about finances. As Trung's wife, she earns money. A leisurely job, working as a sales person for a large cosmetics store. She only works from 3pm to 9pm, five days a week from Monday to Friday. Trung came to America a long time ago, more than ten years away from her family, and adopted Mr. and Mrs. Thanh, where she lived for a long time, as foster parents. The job requires her to wear gorgeous makeup and dress up to attract customers, even though the customers are mostly women. Sometimes there were a few guys who came into the store to casually ask to see her, and there were guys who boldly asked to be her servant. Someone knelt in front of the store for hours, but she didn't look at him so he just stood up and left. An old man with white hair also came, knelt down at her feet and asked to be a servant, asked to crawl through her crotch and then died willingly. She always smiles proudly. The middle-aged man who knelt in front of the car door the day before also often came, asked to enter the store, knelt behind her work chair, and begged her to stand up so he could use his head as a chair for her to sit on. She knew he often peeked behind her butt and longed to kiss her panties behind the thin fabric. She only gave him the grace to kiss her heels, and let her use the soles of her high heels to tap the gray hairs on his head. The white-haired old man was finally satisfied by her. That day, taking advantage of the large number of people passing by, she asked him to bring a chair and place it in front of the door. He tremblingly complied. She sat on the chair, the old man knelt at her feet and kissed her sandals.