As soon as I get home, when I wash my face, I just smell the pissy odor on my face towel and I know which daddy came to my house today to see my wife.
About
Based in: Japan · Fukuoka. 1. I'm a shoe sub seeking an owner, good at 👅, especially at serving your shoes and buying shoes for you; 2. I have a cuckold-sub complex. Most of my posts are fantasy texts. I'm looking for friends I can chat with, longing for a cuckold life, a family of four, unlimited cuckolding; 3. I like humiliation types and have many perverted ideas. If friends are willing, we can talk dirty together and brainstorm; 4. I'm well-mannered, I don't mess around. I cherish life and respect life, treat others with sincerity, and refuse low quality and low intelligence. Height 172cm, weight 70kg, Taurus
InterestsModerate / Experienced / 7–10 yrs
Looking forIn real life
Dynamics
At noon I went to my wife's workplace to have lunch with her, but who knew her S happened to be there too. My wife patted my face and said, since you're here, let's eat together. We had hotpot. My wife and her S sat across from me, picking food for each other, feeding each other bite by bite, like a sweet couple tormenting a single 🐶. But who knew — the one sitting across was actually her real partner…
On a weekend morning, my wife's S was in a great mood and full of energy. My wife had already been tormented to exhaustion, and I was exhausted from serving too. Her S said he wanted breakfast and casually asked if I wanted to eat too. My wife said he'd just eaten so much of our stuff that he must be full already…
On Sunday, we arranged to go out with my wife's S and his wife. All along the way, my wife and I attended to the couple diligently, carrying food and drinks. When we reached a place with few people, we'd stop; my wife and I handed them water, then took off their shoes and massaged their feet. The weather was pretty good, but our noses suffered: the S and his wife had both sweated, and the smell of their socks was very strong. Then Mrs. S asked us to kiss for ten minutes with their socks in our mouths. That mouthful of stench is unforgettable for life.
Meeting a wife who's really good at cuckolding you is truly an endless sourness in the heart. She made me change my phone ringtone to a recording — that recording is the sound of flesh slapping, you know — making me rush to answer whenever the phone rings, afraid others will listen closely and recognize what sound it is… She also made me change my phone wallpaper to her S's thing — an indescribable humiliation. And made me stare at that photo every day, saying look at it more, maybe mine will grow a bit bigger.
At high noon — bring a bowl
My wife went out with her S last night. I asked her roughly when she'd be back; she said it was uncertain. At 3 a.m. I was so sleepy I went to bed early, falling into a deep sleep on the living room sofa. In my dream I was soaking in a hot spring; the water was a bit hot. I called for an attendant but no one paid attention. Then I woke up and looked up — she and her big S were peeing over my head, with a strong pissy smell and alcohol smell. I woke up instantly. She and her S laughed heartily, delighted. Then they told me to clean up quickly and go to the bedroom to await orders and serve. So, after being tormented all night, I got up this morning and started washing everything — sheets, quilt covers, the sofa…
Watch a movie this weekend — this year's sci-fi film. Unexpectedly it has a bit of an FQS flavor
This hour — very suitable
Yesterday was Thanksgiving. I invited my wife's big S to our home for dinner. She ate with the big S while I burrowed under the table, busy serving. The big S kicked me and asked with concern: stop serving, you're tired too — come out and have a couple of drinks with me. I crawled out from under the table and gratefully kowtowed to them a few times. The big S had me play finger-guessing with him: if I won, I'd drink — beer filled to the brim in my wife's recently favorite beige short boots; if I lost, my wife would be slapped by the big S. It was really hard: I wanted to protect my wife from being bullied, but I was also afraid of drinking a whole boot of beer. Winning and losing were both traps…
A small tea room
On a Sunday morning, you should be with him in the warm quilt, enjoying a dog at the foot of the bed diligently and ingratiatingly licking your feet, begging you to get up early and eat the breakfast he carefully prepared.
I want hotpot. I've bought beef, spinach, tofu skin, shrimp paste and meatballs — all that's missing is a pair of socks you've worn
My wife gave me a Christmas stocking — actually just a mid-calf cotton sock she'd worn — and told me to guess what was inside, but only with my mouth. So I held the sock in my mouth, chewing slowly, probing with my mouth what was inside: soft, with a slightly fishy smell. I really couldn't guess. My wife laughed and said, you can't even guess this — it's her and her lover's "crime tool"…
I want to be a proper shoe m — know every pair of her shoes like the back of my hand, know when each pair needs maintenance, be able to find her shoes with my eyes closed, and know what shoes to get her for each season.
2021 — I hope there's a pair of feet worth serving, a pair of shoes worth kneeling to worship, and a person worth giving myself for.
I want to have a romance with your shoes
At noon I cooked a meal for you. While you ate, I knelt at your feet serving you. After you were full, you wanted to play a prank: you told me to go to the shoe cabinet and bring the cotton socks you'd worn for two days without washing, to make me a rice ball. You put the leftovers into the sock, kneaded it with your hands for a while, and told me to eat.
For my wife's big S's birthday, she invited a few circle friends from the same city to a private room in a Hunan restaurant to eat and celebrate. After a few rounds of drinks, it was my turn to toast the big S. I knelt at his and my wife's feet, held up the wine, and said flatteringly: "Let's drink as a family of three." The big S asked: "How is it a family of three?" I said: "Godfather and godmother above, godson kneeling on the floor." The big S burst out laughing, kicked me in the face with one foot, and said I was too slutty.
In the morning she and he woke up, and the first thing they did was tease me. She found a curly hair on the bed, called me to the bedside, and asked whose it was. I said how would I know whose it is. She said, taste it and you'll know. Without another word she put the hair in my mouth. I held the hair in my mouth — apart from a fishy saltiness I really couldn't taste anything else. I didn't know how to answer: say it's hers? She'd hit me. Say it's his? He'd hit me. So hard.
A whole bowl of noodles — I hope there's some special seasoning added inside
Every time I go on the forum and see a male S recruiting a take-over m, a cuckold m for his female m, so they can reasonably continue their owner-sub relationship and have someone to take good care of his m, I really want to apply
From now on, the shoes on your feet — I want to take care of them all
Yesterday was Valentine's Day. My wife went to meet three lovers separately and only came back at dawn, her face full of fatigue. I changed her into pajamas, went down below to clean up the results of yesterday's battle. The smell was very fishy — this was her Valentine's Day gift to me.
My wife likes eating crayfish, and her male S likes it too. Once we went to Wenheyou together. My wife peeled crayfish and fed the male S; I peeled shrimp and fed them to her one by one. Quite a few neighbors at nearby tables cast puzzled looks.
Where the heart is at peace
While picking strawberries in the garden, I fantasized about you stepping on a strawberry with one foot
A bowl of noodles starts a lazy day
I want to drink stocking milk tea — which young lady will lend me her stockings?
My wife was acting spoiled to her S — she wanted it. The S told her to whip me: each whip would earn her ten thrusts. Now my wife got excited, whipping me nonstop, saying as she whipped, "Sorry, husband." In one go she whipped me eighty times, then said maliciously to the S: "That's eight hundred, right?" But the S turned around and denied it, infuriating her. But who will pity me — my back is covered in wounds…
The more we chat, the more excited I get
I like you wearing white cotton socks and, after exercise, stuffing them into my mouth.
The August sunset glow, the grilled yellow throat in the alley, the sweat in your boots — all are beautiful
My face is definitely more comfortable than your seat cushion — after all, in summer it can blow air and dehumidify
At noon I went downstairs to my wife's workplace, wanting to surprise her, but she gave me a surprise instead. At noon I could only eat alone — I ordered too much and couldn't finish. I hope her lunch with her leader won't last too long. I don't know what tasty food there is in the express hotel — would it be tastier than this?
I scrolled to a video: a girl took off her shoes, sat in front of a little sun heater warming herself, and when her cotton-sock feet stretched over, a puff of white smoke rose, the vapor spreading… I really want to know exactly what it smells like. Would one sniff make me ascend to immortality?
Any lady for New Year's Eve? Hello, I'm 'Nian' (Year).
The strawberries I picked would taste better placed somewhere — and you happen to have that place
Appetite and lust are human nature
I want to eat bread, but I can't find anyone to make it for me
Your shoe sole, my sky
Hungry at this hour — any fairy willing to treat me to a late-night snack?
Insoles — just hearing you shout once gives me a feeling
Possessed by noodle magic Whichever S is with me will surely be fed into a big fatty
Morning — Qiqi breakfast place
A noodles lover
If you don't step on it once, how can I eat it?
Time to eat bobojii (chicken in a bowl)
Meeting every day
Let me introduce myself: I'm a shoe m — I super love shoes. Not only do I like playing with shoes, I also like buying shoes for a mistress. If you're a mistress who especially cares about shoes, what a coincidence — meet me and you'll never need to buy shoes again in your life. I'm 40. I worked from a lone startup 🐶 up to a team of about a dozen people, a small tech company. Life isn't great wealth, but it's still flavorful. I'm not ugly, and I'm warm. I'm seeking a mistress, so if you're out of town, we can discuss you coming to me. I can afford your life here — as long as you're sincere, I believe everything can be worked out. The mistress I hope for: just be reasonable. Your feet don't need to be especially pretty — what I should think about is what shoes to buy to adorn your feet. The rest of the time you can be busy, play, work or study; I won't disturb you. Just think of me, this m, when you want to play. It must be in real life; I have no feeling for online-only play — I hope you understand. Let me also talk about my love of shoes: I mainly want to get a sense of humiliation. If the mistress uses shoes she's worn dirty and old, orders me to kneel and lick, orders me to worship them like ancestors — that simply fascinates me. I love being made by the mistress to treat her dirtiest, lowliest used things as sacred. That feeling is hard to put into words. There are many ways to play with shoes, and we can explore them together — like crawling with a shoe in my mouth, food placed in a shoe, crossing a single-plank bridge with a shoe balanced on my head, breathing inside a shoe all night, the mistress supervising me licking shoes, making love with a shoe… and so on. That way I'll gladly serve at your feet — massaging feet, pounding legs, serving tea and water — bringing you happiness. In short, I'm utterly obsessed with a mistress's shoes. Not only high heels — I like flats too, even slippers. And I like them worn very dirty by the mistress, so the humiliation is stronger. I'll often buy shoes for the mistress, all kinds, pretty and comfortable. If a shoe rubs your foot, then I, this shoe m, am not doing my job. I hope my destined person sees this, and we can together feel the joy that admiration brings us, making our lives lively, passionate, and full of beautiful memories. I hope that happy mistress is you.