Kim Mihui's Humiliation Play

Assistant Manager Kim Mihui was humiliated.

"Haaahngh."

After another round of spanking, Kim Mihui once again let out a lewd moan and sprawled flat on the supply-room floor like a frog. Her ass quivered and trembled; clearly she had felt it hard this time too. The perverted woman then lifted her hips again and shoved that ass right under my nose. The fucking bitch was now blatantly presenting it, begging me to hit her harder.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Mihui? I already told you the punishment was over. Get that vulgar ass out of my face right now."

Kim Mihui twisted her head around and looked up at me with a sultry gaze. Her voice had gone husky from all the moaning.

"Please... just one more hit. Master. Please. Just one more..."

The fucking bitch looked exactly like a junkie whore who couldn't think straight anymore.

One more hit?

Fine. I could grant her that much as a final favor. Her entire life was already mortgaged to me now. Like a ruthless loan shark, I was going to wring every last drop of use out of this fucking bitch as my slave for the rest of her days. She could look forward to it.

"Honestly, Kim Mihui, you're a hopeless perverted bitch in heat. Haaah... Fine. Then let's try something even more humiliating this time."

At the words "even more humiliating," her ass flinched and shuddered.

Perverted bitch. Was she getting off on the idea of humiliation play?

Kim Mihui spoke to me in that husky, sexy voice.

"Something more humiliating than getting my ass spanked... What exactly are you going to make me do, Master...?"

Her face was flushed and burning; she almost looked excited.

Fucking bitch.

Her character sheet had listed her as good at sex, and sure enough the slut was horny as hell.

I looked down at her with a face full of cold contempt.

"First, squat down like a dog sitting up and begging. Mihui."

"Huh? Y-yes... Master."

Kim Mihui lowered the plump ass she had been thrusting toward my face, then squatted and looked up at me the way a dog looks at its owner. The red panties peeking between her miniskirt looked even filthier when half-hidden than when she had been flashing them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠outright.

"Good. Basic preparations are done, Kim Mihui."

"Huh? What do you mean by that... Master?"

She was already tacking "Master" onto the end of every sentence without being told; the word had stuck to her tongue.

"When was the last ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠time you went to the bathroom, Mihui?"

"Huh? Why are you suddenly asking about the bathroom? I went this morning, Master."

"Is that so? Well, it's almost lunchtime, so you must be starting to feel the need to pee, right?"

"Huh? Pee? What do you mean by pee..."

She trailed off, then finally caught my meaning. Her thighs began to tremble as she looked up at me.

That was right.

The final training method I had chosen to break Kim Mihui into a proper slave was making her wet herself right in front of her Master.

"Mihui, did you already forget? You have to call me Master at the end of every sentence!"

I pressed the toe of my shoe into her lower belly, grinding and tormenting her.

"Ah—ahhngh... Please stop, Master. If you keep pressing my belly like that, it's going to come out."

"Oh? Come out? What exactly is going to come out?"

Kim Mihui couldn't lift her head; she stared at the floor and hesitated.

"Mihui! Do I have to beat the words out of you? Is that it? Should I smash a few of your teeth out so you finally learn your place?"

She jerked her head up in a panic.

"P-pee! Every time Master presses my lower belly with his shoe, I feel like I'm going to pee!"

Fucking bitch.

She was deliberately angling for watersports play.

How the hell does a little pressure from a shoe make someone piss themselves?

She just wanted to wet herself in front of me, but was too embarrassed to do it straight, so she was putting on an act.

This fucking dog of a pervert.

"So what you're saying is that if I do this..."

While speaking I pressed even harder into her lower belly with my shoe. A clear shoeprint stamped itself into the white fabric of her office blouse.

"Ha... haaangh. I-I'm going to wet myself, Master. Please stop."

Look at this bitch.

Fuck, her acting was top-tier.

"You're saying that if I press down with my shoe, you're going to piss yourself. Is that right, Kim Mihui?"

She kneaded her own plump ass with both hands as she answered. Her eyes were obscenely lewd.

"Yes... Master. So please stop. My filthy yellow pee is really going to come out of that dirty place, Master."

No, you fucking bitch.

This is supposed to be punishment. Why the hell are you overacting and making it worse?

Even while saying the words she kept groping her own ass and the area around her private parts, getting more and more worked up.

This crazy perverted bitch...

I squatted in front of her, poked her lower belly with a finger, and smiled coldly.

"So, Assistant Manager Kim Mihui, you're telling me you want to empty the full bladder of piss inside your belly right here in front of me? Have you always been this vulgar and filthy?"

Kim Mihui panted roughly, breathing hard.

This no longer looked like acting. Her expression was desperate enough that she might actually beg to piss in front ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of me any second.

"Master, I am a vulgar, filthy bitch. When Master keeps pressing my lower belly like that, I feel like my dirty pee is going to leak out any moment. P-please stop... ha... haaangh."

You fucking bitch.

Stop? What the hell was I supposed to stop?

Her eyes were clearly begging me to keep going.

And why did she keep embroidering my words with even filthier lines of her own?

Ah, I had never seen a masochistic freak this broken even in doujinshi.

In a way it almost felt like I had awakened the sleeping masochism inside Kim Mihui, and that was a little unsettling.

"Is that so? If Assistant Manager Kim Mihui wants to piss herself so vulgarly in front of me, then of course I should let her. However..."

At the word "however," her face lit up again with excitement and anticipation.

Just how vulgar a slut-pervert was this woman?

I pulled out my phone, hit the video record button, and adjusted the angle so that her face, skirt, and ass would all be clearly visible.

"This is Kim Mihui's first time ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠wetting herself. Naturally a historic moment like this has to be recorded on video, right?"

Fear and thrill appeared on her face at the same time.

The thrill of having her watersports play filmed, and the fear of how I might use the video against her.

But as always, when instinct ruled over reason, the conclusion was already decided.

I pressed the record button and spoke.

"Everything's ready. Go ahead and wet yourself however you like, Mihui."

Kim Mihui's face burned bright red.

This was probably the first time she had ever pissed in front of someone.

She slowly started to lift her skirt and pull down her panties, but I cut her off sharply.

"Mihui. Don't you dare pull those panties down like some dirty, disgusting slut. Then the camera would capture that vulgar, lewd place of yours. If you want to piss so badly, do it with your panties and skirt still on."

Of course, wetting herself on camera in front of someone was a first for her.

Pissing herself like a three-year-old while still wearing her skirt and panties would also be a first.

Kim Mihui ducked her head to hide her flushed, agitated face.

How dare she!

"Mihui, look at the camera. Otherwise we can't capture this historic moment of you vulgarly wetting your panties."

She had no choice but to stare into the camera with an expression full of shame.

A moment later her ass began to tremble.

Sssssssss—

Bright yellow piss streamed out of her red panties, soaking her high heels. Hot steam rose from the yellow puddle like smoke.

The stream that had run down her thighs like a mountain brook gradually thinned to a trickle, then stopped.

After emptying herself, Kim Mihui twitched and shuddered all over.

She was a crazy slut who got sexually aroused from wetting herself.

"Mihui. Look at that bright yellow piss you just made. How can a person be this vulgar and filthy? From now on you're not a person—you're my vulgar bitch of a slave. Understood?"

Kim Mihui stared at the yellow puddle that had collected on the supply-room floor, then suddenly began to sob. The sexual excitement that had numbed her reason was released the moment she finished pissing, and post-nut clarity hit her hard.

"Hhhhk... ahhhnnngh..."

Yeah, once the clarity hits, the mental breakdown must be brutal.

She used to be such a proud, crazy bitch.

Now she had wet herself in front of her subordinate, and her entire life had plummeted into the abyss in an instant.

"Mihui. Clean this supply room thoroughly. And of course wipe up every drop of the piss you made so it doesn't stink. Understood?"

"Hhhhk... Mommy... what am I supposed to do now... hhhhk."

Once the dam broke, Kim Mihui started wailing at the top of her lungs.

I switched to a cold, sharp tone and snapped at her.

"Did you hear me, you vulgar bitch? Are you going to answer or not?"

Even a thoroughly trained vulgar bitch still had habits drilled into her.

She answered even while sobbing heartbrokenly.

"Yes... hhhhk... M-Master."

I put on a thoroughly satisfied smile and leisurely walked out of the supply room.

And then—

Ding!

A clear chime rang in my ears.

A window only I could see appeared.

Watching these feminist slut bitches get steadily trained into my slaves made the bitter lumps that had been stuck in my chest finally burst open in pure, exhilarating satisfaction.