Childhood Friend Seo Yerin, Dog Collar Bitch Play (2)
"Yerin."
Junyoung asked again.
"What were you planning to do after opening that package?"
His tone couldn't have been more tender.
"Ah, ahhn......"
"You lewd, perverted little thief. Are you going to talk properly, or not?"
"Hic......"
"If you tell me properly, I'll give you a reward."
Junyoung's voice went hard all at once, then turned soft again moments later, as if it had never hardened at all.
Yerin couldn't get her head together.
He was always like this.
Come this hour of night, Junyoung would torment her viciously, like a completely different person — and then, without warning, he'd turn around and soothe her with unbearable gentleness.
That whiplash of hot and cold left her body burning and her mind a tangled mess.
Maybe it's fine to just hand everything over to Junyoung like this.
Maybe it's fine to just do whatever Han Junyoung tells me to.
"Yerin? You have to answer."
"U-uuuhn......"
Yerin forced her mouth open, her voice shaking.
"M-masturbate...... I was going to, to masturbate......"
"Masturbate? How?"
"......"
"You have to say it. You remember the rules, don't you?"
"Hngg, wearing the choker I stole...... a-after cuffing my hands, with my own hands......"
"And then?"
"Th-then I just...... l-like this, I w-wanted to try it alone, t-touching my chest...... I-I was curious what it w-would feel like......"
Jingle.
"Ahhng......!"
Junyoung gave the chain a sharp yank, making no effort to hide how unsatisfied he was with her answer.
"Tell me exactly what you were about to do."
"S-sob, s-squeezing my chest, v-vulgarly mauling my tits while I...... while I m-masturbated......"
Heat flared wildly, uncontrollably, between Yerin's thighs.
Junyoung smiled, his eyes curving pleasantly.
"In detail."
"Wh-what detail......"
"Tell me what's on your neck, and what you've got hanging off your chest. Yerin."
"Nngh......"
Every time Junyoung murmured her name so gently, Yerin's heart hammered until she could barely breathe.
"Hic......"
Tears slid down her cheeks.
And finally, choking back sobs, she said it.
"I'm sorry...... on my neck I'm, I'm wearing a d-dog collar...... and on my chest...... I've got clamps on......"
It came out jumbled, backwards and forwards at once, but Junyoung didn't call any of that out.
"Not your chest. Say nipples, Yerin."
Junyoung only ever made her correct the things that were easy to correct. Only the things Yerin could manage without thinking.
"Aahhn......"
She swallowed hard, saliva going down thick.
Junyoung's words felt like something hot raking the inside of her ear.
"......on my l-lewd nipples...... t-to torment my nipples, I-I put the clamps on......"
It was a strange thing.
Every time Yerin degraded herself, some ache would spread wet and heavy between her thighs.
Junyoung asked, ever so gently:
"And what happens to a thieving bitch?"
"Sh-she has to be punished...... a lewd thieving bitch has to take her punishment...... Nngh?!"
The instant Yerin said the words herself, a fresh flood of arousal burst from between her legs.
Her nipples, caught in the silicone clamps, had swollen red and huge as if they might burst on the spot, and her lower body shook all on its own.
Clank! Clank!
"Haah, hah, hngg......!"
The cuffs chained to the headboard rattled against the bars with a shrill metallic ring. Yerin twisted at the waist, hips bucking.
Arousal ran out of her in a steady trickle, soaking her dolphin shorts straight through. A hot stain spread rapidly across the sheets.
"Ah, haahhhng......! Hyah, h-hyahhhng......!"
Just from talking, Yerin hit her first climax.
Drool spilled from lips hung slack and open, and she panted, her mind burned down to white.
Yerin ducked her head, trying to give herself even a little slack on the nipple chain connected to her collar.
"Ghahk!"
Junyoung snapped the leash-chain upward, forcing her straining nipples to point at the ceiling once more.
"Hyiik......!"
A scream tore out of her, spine locking rigid at the sharp stimulus lancing through her nipples.
It was so much stronger than her own fingers could ever be that her brain felt like it was melting. Fresh tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Junyoung gave the chain a sly little tug. The clamps dragged her nipples up, and Yerin curled her toes tight, shuddering head to toe.
"Ah, it hurts...... please, s-stop teasing me...... Junyoung, please, I-I'm sorry, I said I was sorry......"
"A thieving bitch has to take her punishment, Yerin."
"I d-don't want punishment...... I don't want it, stop......"
Whatever her pleading lips said, Yerin's body was honest.
"Aahn......"
Each time Junyoung flicked the chain lightly and pulled, once, twice more, Yerin's lower body jolted and gushed fresh pulses of clear arousal.
"Good. You talked properly, so I'll undo you now."
Junyoung stroked Yerin's hair, soft and slow.
"He, hehe......"
Yerin didn't know why she was laughing. The laughter just came out. Deep, deep relief. Junyoung's hand was rough, but it was warm.
Junyoung picked up the key.
Click.
The moment her wrists came free of the headboard, all the tension drained out of Yerin in one long sigh of relief.
The moment her shoulders sagged at the thought of finally being free—
"Huh?!"
Junyoung's iron grip closed around both of Yerin's slender wrists in a single motion.
"Ah......??"
Her body was flipped roughly across the bed. Junyoung folded her undefended arms down behind her back.
Clack!
The cuffs snapped shut behind her back.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
Yerin was aghast. She couldn't believe it.
That Junyoung. Han Junyoung had betrayed her.
"U-uncuff me, u-uncuff me right now! Undo them, hurry up and undo them!"
With both hands bound behind her, her whole body was left utterly defenseless.
Her wrists tied back and her shoulders wrenched narrow, her chest thrust itself out in front of her.
The most obscene posture imaginable — Yerin's pale, full breasts offered up in their entirety.
"N-no......!"
Burning with shame, Yerin hunched forward, trying desperately to hide her chest.
But every time she moved, the chain hanging off her collar yanked mercilessly at the clamps biting into her breasts, and Yerin paid for it.
"Hahk...!"
She was left with nothing she could do about any of it.
"Ah, ahh......! M-my chest keeps jiggling...... nngh......!"
Junyoung produced something new from somewhere.
A silver chain, far longer than the last.
A completely unremarkable chain.
The kind of thing that, left in the middle of the living room, you'd kick aside and forget — a nothing of an object.
And yet Yerin stared at that nothing of an object, frozen with dread.
"J-Junyoung...... wh-what's that for...... p-please, can't we stop now......."
She begged in a trembling voice, but Junyoung answered nothing, only reached his hand out toward her.
Snap.
The long, heavy chain was locked onto her body once more. What Junyoung had connected was now a bridle that hauled on her collar and the clamps at her breasts all at the same time.
Junyoung wound the long chain around his hand and gave it a light tug forward.
"Ah, aahhng......! M-my chest hurts, don't pull......!"
The chain went taut, bending her neck forward as it dragged her nipples along with it. Every nerve in her body screamed at the pull.
"Hyiit......!"
"Follow me."
"N-no, I can't......!"
Yerin had no choice but to step down off the bed.
Junyoung looked back at her with a perfectly indifferent expression.
"Out. We're going to the living room."
"......!"
The color drained from Yerin's face. Gooseflesh crawled up every inch of her skin.
She was supposed to walk out to the living room — hands bound behind her back, her collar chained to her own nipples.
Faint light was filtering in through the veranda window. If anyone happened to look through that gap and saw her like this......
Yerin gulped, again and again.
"Out."
"Haahk, o-okay, okay, I get it, so stop pulliiing......"
Junyoung walked ahead, reeling the chain in his hand tight. If she didn't want her nipples yanked, she had no choice but to tear her feet from the floor.
With both hands locked behind her, she couldn't swing her arms for balance.
Every staggering step sent her heavy, thrust-out chest lurching up and down.
Jingle, jingle.
In time with the sway of her breasts, the metal chain rang out. The clamps clamped on her nipples swung with it, twisting and crushing her oversensitive tips without mercy.
"Ah, hahk......! D-don't pull, nngh......!"
Every step drove a sensation through her — her nipples being torn clean off — and stabbed it straight into her brain.
Desperate to blunt that stimulation by even a sliver, Yerin wrenched her hips back and bent at the waist. And walking in that position meant rolling her hips in huge, exaggerated arcs.
A lewd, utterly ridiculous figure — like something built to lure a male in.
I look like such a pervert......
"Hngg......!"
The moment she registered what pose she was standing in, more arousal came trickling out of her.
Between her legs was already a complete disaster.
Her already-short dolphin shorts were stained dark from the crotch outward, the wetness spreading past all control until the fabric clung sopping to her ass and thighs.
Overflowing heat ran in rivulets down the insides of her pale thighs.
Squelch.
Every unsteady step left drops of her arousal pattering to the floor, marking it.
Junyoung stopped walking and looked back.
"Yerin. What am I supposed to do with you, dirtying the floor like this? All the effort I put into cleaning, and it's wasted on whatever you keep dripping."
Shame scorched Yerin's face a furious red.
She pleaded in a shaking voice.
"J-Junyoung...... please...... I-I'm really, really sorry for opening your package. C-can't we stop now and u-undo me, huh......?"
But Junyoung didn't so much as blink.
Instead, he looked at her with cold eyes — and gave the chain coiled around his fingers a sharp tug.
"Kyahk!"
The chain hauled on her collar and her nipple chain all at once, sparing her nothing.
"N-nghaahng! Ah, it hurts, don't pull......!"
The sensation of her nipples being dragged in their entirety. Yerin shrieked and rose up onto the very tips of her toes.
"J-Junyoung, p-please......"
Watching her quiver, Junyoung spoke gently.
"Yerin."
"Nngh......!"
For some reason, hearing that gentle voice made Yerin feel like bursting into tears.
Junyoung continued, warm as anything.
"Why do you think Junyoungie is out here?"
"Hic......!"
"What are you right now?"
It was strange.
Junyoung's words, gentle as a parent instructing a child, wrapped around her instead like a pressure that squeezed the air from her lungs.
Yerin had no idea why. All she could do was gasp beneath that pressure.
"I-I'm a thieving bitch...... hic......"
"And what's a thieving bitch wearing around her neck?"
"A-a collar...... a d-dog collar...... hic...... I-I'm wearing the dog collar only slaves wear...... hic, hic......"
"If you're wearing the dog collar only slaves wear — what does that make you? Yerin?"
At Junyoung's coaxing, something Yerin couldn't name — grief, or relief — spilled out of her along with her tears.
"Nngh...... I-I'm a slave...... hah, a thieving bitch, a thieving slave...... haah, hic, hic......"
"A slave who got caught stealing. Then shouldn't you use the title that fits?"
Yerin's heart slammed against her ribs.
Junyoung wasn't doing anything at all, and yet her heart pounded so hard it seemed the chain ought to be rattling with it.
"Haah, hic, hic, heeh......"
She was panting now.
A word was circling in her skull, and she couldn't bring herself to spit it out. Instead of saying it, all Yerin could do was keep sucking in breath.
"Yerin?"
At Junyoung's soft prompt, Yerin finally opened her mouth.
"Haahngh...... hah. Heeh, hic, hic...... I-I did baad, pwease, pweathe, M-Ma......"
"Ma?"
Yerin's legs gave out. She crumpled to the floor and looked up at him.
"Ah, ah, M-Ma, hic, M-Master, hngg, m-maashterrr......!"
The vulgar little title she had fought so hard to deny finally wedged its way out between her lips.
The instant she forced out those syllables — master — something detonated in Yerin's head.
"Ah♥"
"......"
"N-no......"
"......"
"No, no, no, nooo......♥"
"......"
"Nooo, nooo, no, noooo♥♥♥"
"N-noooo♥♥♥♥ M-Master, noooooo♥♥♥♥♥♥"
Yerin couldn't hold her mouth shut anymore.
"Ah, aahhhn♥ M-Master......! Ahh, nngh♥ Aahh♥ Master, I was b-baaad♥♥♥♥♥"
"......"
"M-Master, I was baaad♥♥♥♥, hngg, I'm a p-pervert thieving bitch, a thieving, lewd slave♥♥♥, hngg, Master♥♥♥, I was bad, a pervert, perverts have to take their, their p-punishment♥♥♥, nngh, hic......!"
"......"
"I d-don't want to, I h-hate taking punishment, kyahk♥♥♥, but I have to be, be punished♥♥♥♥, no, no, nooo♥♥♥♥"
Something went off in bursts deep inside Yerin's lower belly and smashed into her skull.
"M-Master, pun, punishment, I ha, hate it, hate it♥♥♥, pun——kyahk♥♥♥, a pervert, perverts have to be pun, punished♥♥♥♥, I h-hate it, hate iiiit♥♥♥♥ it hurts, kyahk, but pun, punish meeee♥♥"
Yerin couldn't rein in her mouth to save her life.
"Cumming, this slave bitch, hngg♥♥♥, pervert pussy, my pussy's gonna♥♥♥, gonna cuuuum♥♥♥♥♥♥"
Hot liquid sprayed violently from her furiously excited pussy, scattering like a fountain.
"M-Master, cumming, I'm cummiiiing♥♥♥♥♥♥"
Her pussy spouting like a faucet with a busted valve, Yerin slid softly down onto the living room floor.
"Kyahk♥"
Junyoung let the chain drop, catching her lightly so she wouldn't hurt herself.
Clank.
Hands bound behind her back, Yerin lay face-down on the cold floor — wrecked by her own juices — panting blankly at nothing.
The chain running from her collar and her chest trailed out long behind her, past her rear.
"Haah, hah, heeh, hic, heeh......♥♥♥"
Junyoung watched her quietly for a moment, then walked around to her ass and spoke.
"And where do you think you're resting?"
"Hyiik?!"
The feel of the chain biting into the seam of her pussy snapped Yerin's whole body rigid.
"Kyahhng♥♥♥♥, th-the slave bitch takes her, her punishmen♥♥♥♥♥"
"She has to take her punishment, doesn't she?"
"Punishment♥♥♥ I hate it♥♥♥ hate iiit♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥"