Hetero vs Homo (3): Engraving Seung-ah's Submission
Seung-ah's submissive tendency meant she craved being dominated. The key here was to avoid harsh SM play just to assert control—that was for masochists. She'd been abused by her ex-husband, so if I laid a hand on her roughly, it could backfire. Plus, doing the same shit as that bastard husband? What would that make me? Instead of SM, I decided to handle her softly, reminding her of her place as a slave.
Submissives like her sought to escape responsibility through surrender and submission. I planned to exploit that.
"So... you'll obey from now on?"
"Sob, yes. I won't talk back to you anymore, Master. Please... don't tell me to leave."
She begged, tears and snot streaming down her face, looking utterly lost.
"You've disappointed me so many times. Why should I believe you now?"
"This time it's real. I'll only do what you tell me to. Anything."
"Then show me your resolve."
"R-resolve?"
"Yeah. Your resolve."
"H-how do I... show that...?"
"I'll make you show it."
Seung-ah swallowed hard.
"Strip."
"Pardon?"
"I said strip. Everything."
Her eyes blinked in confusion before she realized what I meant and stood up. Off came the tank top and shorts, revealing mature lingerie. She unhooked her bra and slid down her panties, returning to her primal state. Even after seeing it so many times, that figure never got old.
"I'm all naked now... Master."
"Put this on."
I tossed her the dog collar. I'd bought it for outdoor play, but now was the time to break it in.
"This is...?"
"What, can't you? You said you'd do anything I say."
"Y-yes! I'll put it on."
Seung-ah fastened the collar around her neck. The long leash attached to it was now in my hand. I gauged the distance and gave a light tug. Her balance crumbled, and she pitched forward. Her breathing quickened—she was starting to feel it. The aura of dominance. And her position as the dominated.
"Come here slowly. On all fours."
"...Yes."
Like a pet dog, she crawled toward me on hands and knees, closing the gap. It was humiliating enough. When she was close enough to touch, she stopped, awaiting my next command.
"Lower your head."
She bowed until her forehead nearly touched the floor. I pressed my foot gently against the back of her head. She flinched but didn't resist.
"Tell me, one by one, what you did wrong."
"I threw a tantrum and insisted on going with you, disobeying your order to stay home."
"Next."
"I got jealous and scowled when you looked at other women."
"Next."
"I kept suspecting you of messing around with women, even when you said you weren't."
"Next."
"I begged you to sleep with me when you were trying to leave."
This wasn't really wrong, but the mood wasn't right for corrections, so I let it slide.
"Haa..."
I sighed and pressed harder on her head.
"And you expect me to trust you like this?"
"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't do it again, really... hic-sob."
"You were stubborn, suspicious, jealous, and obsessive to boot... and you're just a slave."
"I... disappointed you, Master... sob."
"Yeah, you did. If you just submitted to me, you could live worry-free and easy. But you tried to kick that away? Could you tolerate that?"
"Waaah, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
"Do you regret not obeying?"
"Pardon? Yes! I regret it, I really do!"
"Then lift your head."
As she raised it, I hooked my foot under her chin and tilted it higher.
"If you truly regret it, cover up that disobedient heart of yours with something else."
"Something... else?"
"Yeah. Fear of your Master is natural, so... gulp."
"Humiliation will do nicely."
*****
Humiliation could lead to paranoia or PTSD, but for a submissive craving a dominant's control in BDSM play, it induced helplessness and defeat, crushing any rebellion. That was the emotion I wanted.
I shoved my foot right in front of her nose.
"Lick it."
Pets lick their owner's feet to seek attention or when anxious, signaling submission. I was making the third point crystal clear to Seung-ah. The humiliation would be intense, but this wall had to be insurmountable.
I tugged the leash lightly to urge her on, and she silently stuck out her tongue.
— *lick lick, slurp... sluuuurp...*
She lapped at it tentatively with her tongue. No doubt the revulsion was strong since she'd never been treated like this. I gripped the leash tighter. She let out a sharp "Hauk!" and looked up at me in shock.
"Is this your resolve? Struggling over licking your Master's foot?"
I shot her a disappointed glare, and she trembled. She seemed to sense that any more distance would be irreparable. I'd have settled for a obedient girlfriend if her spirit didn't break, but of course I didn't show it. Letting her think otherwise was part of breaking her will.
Tears streaming, she began sucking on my toes. Fear had overridden her disgust. I savored the conquest as she worked. Now I understood why queens called men pigs and offered their feet—it was intoxicating.
Soon she licked every crevice without hesitation, like giving a blowjob. Her dazed eyes and ragged breaths made her look more like a slave than ever.
"Not bad. Do you finally feel like submitting properly?"
"Yes... from now on, I'll do exactly as you say, Master."
Sexual humiliation was inevitable in a situation like this. For the next step, I stood up.
"Stand and bend over, facing away."
"Yes, Master."
As Seung-ah bent at the waist, her plump apple hips and artistic pelvic lines dazzled my eyes. Her firm ass drew closer, veins bulging on my already hard cock.
"Spread it with your hands. As much as you want to show me."
In the wild, animals exposing their rear meant absolute trust—lives were on the line. Humans were no different. Especially a woman spreading despite the shame meant total surrender. A slave doing it? Need I say more?
[I'm so embarrassed... but Master telling me to spread it means he's giving me a chance.]
"Master, I've spread it."
Her slender fingers pulled her cheeks apart. The puckered hole ringed by wrinkled folds came into view. Her entire pussy glistened, juices trickling down her thighs. Emotions tangled in shame and humiliation, but that arousal meant she was soaking wet—no foreplay needed.
Normally I'd lick her to oblivion first, but not today. Until she grasped her place, I'd deny her sex and force service only.
"Should I put it in?"
"Haa... yes."
"Doesn't sound desperate enough."
"N-no, please... put it in, Master."
"Not convincing. Beg more desperately, more sluttily."
"L-like that...?"
"Don't want to? Fine."
Silence. Was she picking dirty words, or agonizing over how much more humiliating it could get?
"M-Master. Seung-ah's pussy is so wet... I can't hold back anymore. Pound me hard, please? Master...?"
From ordinary housewife to divorcee to slave—such crass words from her lips packed a punch. She finally sounded desperate.
— *squish squish, slick schlick schlick*
I rubbed the glans around her entrance, and her whole body quivered. Savoring the elastic pussy walls clinging tight, I slid in slowly. Not even halfway, and pussy juice dripped onto the floor. Lewd moans heated the air, echoing everywhere. It felt like I was in the middle of a porno.
"Ha-ut, hng... haaa. Master, Masteeer... so good. Fuck me faster, hard. Hngut."
I ramped up the pumping, and she braced her hands on the floor to take the recoil. Slap slap of flesh on flesh became the obscene BGM pounding my ears.
I yanked the leash, choking her breath into coughs. Like breath control to spike dopamine and endorphins. Seung-ah convulsed in pain and pleasure, gurgling on the floor. Even then, her pussy clenched like a vice—would've snapped bones if I had any.
"Glurk, krrk... M-Master. Too... much."
I released the leash and focused on thrusting. Sprawled on the floor, helplessly taking it, she was an emotionless love doll—or a giant onahole. Her eyes had rolled back ages ago.
This wasn't sex; it was punishment for the insolent slave. Whatever I did was Master's prerogative! I kept blackening myself to heighten the thrill. I wanted a spectacular finish.
When orgasm crested, I pulled out. Grabbed her hair, forcing her up.
"Open your mouth."
She parted her lips slowly, and I rammed my cock in without mercy. As the tip hit her throat, I unleashed the pent-up load.
Deep throat—one of sadistic play's classics.
— *spurt, spurt, glurk, glurk* — *splurt, spluuurt, splurt splurt*
Stronger than usual aftershocks hit; she collapsed in a heap, retching. I watched her silently.
I figured it'd feel shitty, but damn, it's thrilling.