episode_0034

Seung-ah’s tendency to be submissive is to want to be dominated.

What you need to be careful about here is that you should not act harshly like SM in an attempt to dominate. That’s a method reserved for masochists.

Seung-ah has a history of being abused by her ex-husband, so if she touches me too, it could have the opposite effect. Rather, what happens to me if I do the same thing as my husband?

So instead of SM, they decided to play it soft and remind them that they are slaves. Submissives have a tendency to escape responsibility through surrender or submission, and they plan to take advantage of that.

“So… Do you want to listen?”

“Okay, yes. I will never complain about what my master says again. please… Don’t tell me to go.”

I beg, pouring out all my tears and snot. He looks like he doesn’t know what to do.

“I’ve let you down so many times, are you asking me to trust you again?”

“It’s real this time. I will really only do what my master tells me to do. Anything goes.”

“Then, show your determination.”

“Are you prepared?”

“Yes. Resolution.”

“That… How should I show my determination? .”

“I’ll make you show it.”

Seung-ah swallowed her saliva.

“Take it off.”

“Yes?”

“Try to take it off. Everything.”

I blinked and belatedly realized that he was telling me to take off my clothes and got up.

As I took off my box tee and shorts, I could see adult-like underwear. When I opened the bra hook and pulled down the panties, it looked like the beginning. It’s a body that I never get tired of looking at.

“I took it all off… Master.”

“Hang this around your neck.”

I threw the dog collar. I bought it to use during outdoor play, but I need to start now.

“This is… ?”

“Why can’t I bet? You say you will do everything you ask?”

“Yes, yes! I’ll bet.”

Seung-ah put a dog collar around her neck.

The end of the long string connected to the necklace is now in my hand. I measured the distance and pulled slightly, and Seung-ah lost her balance and fell forward. I guess I was starting to feel it because I was out of breath. The energy of a ruler. And your position as a ruled person.

“Walk slowly. On all fours.”

“… Yes.”

He walked on all fours like a pet dog and narrowed the distance between me and me. This is enough to make you feel humiliated.

When I got close enough to touch it, I stopped walking. Waiting for the next command.

“Bow your head.”

I lowered my head so that it touched the floor. I pressed my foot gently on Seung-ah’s head. I flinched but didn’t fight back.

“Tell me one by one what you did wrong.”

“I made a fuss about going with the owner, disobeying his order to stay home.”

“again.”

“I was jealous of my master seeing another woman, so I frowned.”

“again.”

“The owner said no, but I kept suspecting his relationship with the woman.”

“again.”

“The owner was about to leave, so I begged him to sleep with me.”

This wasn’t a mistake, but I wasn’t in the mood to correct it, so I just moved on.

“Ha… .”

I sighed and pressed my head a little harder.

“You want me to believe this?”

“I’m sorry, I was wrong. Now for real… I won’t, hehehe.”

“You were stubborn and suspicious. He became jealous and eventually became obsessed… On the subject of slavery.”

“I, master… I disappointed you, hehe.”

“Yes, I was disappointed. As long as you obey me, you can live comfortably without any worries. Are you trying to kick that away? Can you bear it?”

“Oops, sorry… I’m sorry.”

“Do you regret not obeying?”

“Yes? yes I regret it, I really regret it!”

“Then raise your head.”

He placed his foot on Seung-ah’s chin as she raised her head and pulled it up further.

“If you really regret it, cover your disobedient heart with something else.”

“Other… It’s… ?”

“Yes. Fear of one’s master is natural, for example… .”

gulp.

“It would be nice to be humiliated.”

*****

Humiliation can lead to paranoia or PTSD, but it leaves submissives who want to be dominated by a dominant (the dominant role in BDSM play) feeling helpless and defeated, making it impossible for them to rebel. The feeling I want is the latter.

I put my foot in front of Seung-ah.

“Lick.”

When pets want attention or are anxious, they lick their owners’ paws to show submission. I told Seung-ah to lick it to clearly indicate the third point. The humiliation will be enormous, but this is the only way to build an insurmountable wall.

When I gently pulled on the leash, it stuck out its tongue without saying a word.

— Clap clap clap, shurrup… Schoop…

I licked it little by little with my tongue. Since you have never been treated like this before, you will probably feel rejected.

I gathered my courage and pulled hard on the leash. He looks at me with a surprised expression while screaming.

“Is this your resolution? Why is it difficult to just lick the owner’s feet?”

When I shot him a disappointed look, I trembled. He seems to have realized that if he falls any further, there will be no turning back.

If that didn’t break her heart, I planned to let her be an obedient lover, but ‘of course’ I didn’t show it. Creating illusions is one of the techniques of obedience.

I started to suck my toes with tears in my eyes. Fear overcame rejection.

I savored the sucking scene for a while and enjoyed the feeling of conquest. I thought I knew why the Queen was sticking out her foot and swearing that I was a pig.

Now, I licked every corner without any resistance, as if I was giving a blowjob. It felt more like a slave than ever to be absorbed in something with bleary eyes and heavy breathing.

“It’s pretty good. Are you ready to obey properly now?”

“Yes… Now, I will just do what my master tells me.”

In this situation, sexual humiliation is inevitable. I got up for the next step.

“Stand up, look ahead, and bow down.”

“Yes, master.”

When Seung-ah bent down, her attractive apple hips and artistic pelvic line dazzled the eyes. As the studded buttocks approached, blood lines appeared on the cock that had been standing before.

“Open with your hands. As much as you want to show me.”

In the wild, letting an animal take care of you means absolute trust. Because it is life-threatening. Humans are also like animals. In particular, when a woman opens her back despite feeling ashamed, it means that she allows everything.

If a slave does something like that… Do I need to say any more?

[I’m embarrassed… But the fact that the master told me to open up meant he was giving me a chance.]

“Master, I opened it.”

Thin fingers were stretching the buttocks from side to side.

A hole surrounded by stretched anal folds is visible. The entire vulva becomes wet and love juice flows down the thighs. My emotions were tangled with humiliation and shame, but I was just as excited.

It’s so moist that no foreplay is needed. In the past, I would have licked him one more time to make him cum, but I don’t feel like that now. Until the slave understands his subject, he plans to force only service, not love.

“Would you like me to put it in?”

“Ha… Yes.”

“I don’t think it’s desperate?”

“Oh, no. please… Please put it in, master.”

“I don’t like it. Scream more desperately and erotically.”

“Well, like that… .”

“Not dislike.”

There are no words. Are you choosing dirty words, or are you worrying about how much more embarrassing you should be?

“Lord, master. Seunga… My pussy was so wet. I can’t anymore… I can bear it. Please hurry and hit it hard. yes? I’m the owner… .”

It was quite disgusting to see vulgar words flowing from the mouth of a woman who had dramatically changed from an ordinary housewife to a divorcee and then to a slave. It looks like you’ve become a bit more desperate now.

— Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk squeak

As I gently rub the glans area around the vaginal opening, my whole body trembles. I slowly inserted it, savoring the elasticity of the vaginal walls that clung to it. I only put about half of it in, but drops of love juice are dripping onto the floor.

A vulgar moan spread in all directions, warming the air in the room.

“How, hmm… Haha. Master, master… So good. Please pop it quickly. Hmm.”

As I increase the pumping speed, I put my hand on the floor and endure the recoil. The sound of flesh hitting flesh becomes obscene background music and hits my ears. It feels like I’m in the middle of a pornographic movie.

When I pull on the leash, it squeals as if it is struggling to breathe. You’re doing something similar to breath control, where you’re strangling yourself to release more dopamine and endorphins.

Seung-ah was covered in pain and pleasure and cried out on the floor. In the meantime, he squeezes his dick with great vaginal tightening. If there were any bones, it would most likely have been fractured.

“Kkeeoeook, keueuuk… Lord, my lord. It’s so, so hard.”

I released the leash I was pulling and concentrated on pumping. Seung-ah, who fell to the floor and helplessly received the recoil, looked like an emotionless love doll, or rather, a huge onahole. The snow has already cleared a long time.

This isn’t sex, it’s punishment for the slave bitch being insolent, whatever you do is up to you! He continued to darken himself and increase his excitement. Because I wanted to cum in a flashy way at the end.

When the feeling of ejaculation reached the bottom of my chin, I withdrew my dick. He pulled my hair and forced me to stand up.

“Open your mouth.”

He stuffed his cock into my slowly opening mouth without any mercy. As soon as I felt it touch my throat, I let out the feeling of ejaculation I had been holding in all at once. Deep throat is one of the sadistic plays.

— Boom, boom, boom, boom.

— Byurut, Byurut Byurut Byurut Byurut

I looked at Seung-ah in silence as she fell to the floor and retched after being hit harder than usual.

‘I thought it would feel like shit, but it was surprisingly exhilarating.’