Childhood Friend Seo Yerin, Dog Collar Bitch Play (3)
23 — Childhood Friend Seo Yerin, Dog Collar Bitch Play (3)
“Haah, hah, hah♥♥♥”
Yerin had collapsed into the puddle of love juices she'd sprayed across the living room floor. Coming twice in a row had left her legs completely boneless.
-clunk... sliiide.
Of all the places she could have crumpled, it had to be right on top of the chain I'd left lying there.
The cold iron pressed directly against the damp insides of her thighs and the undercurve of her ass, which had slipped free of her dolphin shorts.
“Ah, mmm...!”
Her skin, hypersensitive right after coming, jumped at the brush of cold metal — Yerin bucked hard in shock. Her nipples stiffened, and the chain connected to her choker pulled taut.
“Kyahk♥”
I grabbed the chain hanging free between Yerin's legs and yanked it sharply upward.
“Haah, hah, haah, hah, haah...♥♥♥”
“Who said you could rest?”
“Hyii♥?!”
Yerin had no choice but to mash her face into the floor and hoist her ass high into the air.
Her camisole had ended up tangled with the cuffs somewhere around her wrists, leaving her effectively naked except for the dolphin shorts.
But those shorts, plastered to her skin without a gap by the love juices she'd just sprayed out, gave up the exact outline of her pussy.
The fabric, buried deep in the crevice of her overflowing ass, split the round cheeks in two.
Her bare flesh showed plainly through the soaked cloth.
Her arousal apparently hadn't settled yet — sticky fluid kept seeping from her crotch, running down the chain and dripping onto the floorboards.
Arms crossed, I savored the view.
She was obscene beyond all words.
“Look at that. The slave girl's holding her ass up all on her own. That doesn't count as a punishment, does it?”
“P-punishment♥♥ Th-this is a pun, punishment♥ I'm, I'm being pu, punished♥♥ Your, your slave girl, getting her punishment♥♥♥”
Yerin no longer had any hesitation about calling herself a slave.
No — hesitation wasn't the right word at all. The way her body shivered every time she said it, the word itself seemed to have become a kind of pleasure.
“This isn't much of a punishment, though. I'm supposed to punish you properly. What should I do, Yerin? Want a different punishment?”
“Hate it♥♥♥, punish♥♥♥, hate iiiit♥♥♥♥♥ Hyii, hik!”
She'd just come again, small and sharp, right in the middle of the sentence.
“You came before your punishment even started? Yerin, what am I going to do with a pervert like you?”
“N-no, I'm nooot♥♥♥♥”
Yerin's shoulders quivered with shame, but she didn't have the strength left to fight back — all she could do was gulp down air.
“Well then. You've gone from thief to slave, so now my slave girl needs her training.”
“Hate it♥♥♥♥ hate anything else♥♥ punish♥♥♥♥ punishment feels goooood♥♥♥♥♥”
Hopeless pervert. Not a single coherent answer in her.
I raised my hand and brought it down squarely on Yerin's ass.
-SMACK!
A crisp, ringing crack filled the living room.
It was all sound and no bite. I'd controlled the force carefully, cupping my palm slightly so it would be loud without actually hurting.
“Kyahhhhh♥♥♥”
Yerin screamed and reflexively jolted her upper body upright.
The moment she raised herself, the chain linking collar and nipple clamps hauled against each other.
-CLINK!
“Kyahk!”
The silicone clamps seized her stiffened nipples without mercy, twisting them as they were wrenched.
The burning heat on her ass and the ripping sting in her nipples crashed over her at the same instant — Yerin couldn't even manage a proper scream, her hips shuddering in fine tremors.
“Hahk, mmm♥♥! Ah, ahh♥♥♥♥...!”
From a single spank, love juices burst from Yerin's pussy.
Her pale, creamy ass flesh swelled up angry red in an instant.
I struck her again.
-SMACK!
“Aaah♥♥♥ it hurts♥♥♥ it huuurts♥♥♥♥!”
“Who said you could come?”
“I-I didn't♥♥♥ I didn't goooo♥♥♥♥”
“My slave girl's telling lies now, is she?”
“I'm not♥♥♥ lying♥♥♥♥ I'm nooot♥♥♥ kyahhh♥♥♥♥”
-SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ah! Ahh, mmm! Master, ahh♥♥...!”
With her hands bound behind her, Yerin had no way to dodge. Every time a palm came flying, her lower body quivered and her ass clenched tight.
The searing heat on her cheeks, the chill of the iron chain brushing her skin, the constant tugging at her nipples.
Barely a few more strikes in, and Yerin was shaking her ass wildly, coming apart.
“Ah, ah♥! Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorryyyy...! When you hit my ass♥♥♥ my pus, pussy♥♥♥♥ my pussy aaaah♥♥♥♥”
“Yerin, you have to say it properly. What exactly is your pussy doing?”
“My pussy♥♥♥♥ my pussy, it itches sooooo bad♥♥♥♥♥♥”
“Your pussy itches, and? Yerin, what is it you're asking me to do about your itchy pussy?”
“Hah♥, hah♥, M-Master, hah♥, do it, hah♥, do it for me♥♥♥♥ my pussy♥♥♥ do it toooo♥♥♥”
“'Do it'? Are you talking down to your Master now?”
“Hah, hah♥♥♥♥, pwease, it itches, pwease♥♥♥♥, hah♥hah♥hah♥, pussy, it itches, pweeeeease♥♥♥♥”
I said, cold.
“Are you giving your Master orders right now? My slave girl's getting downright insolent.”
“Hiiiiiii♥♥♥♥”
As if my words were the trigger, Yerin climbed right back to the edge.
“Hyii♥ hik! Haah♥ hah, hah......♥”
I tightened my grip on the chain and hauled it back hard. The chain running through her crotch shoved the fabric of her shorts deep between her pussy lips.
“Ahh, huaaah♥♥♥!”
Yerin went rigid, forehead mashed against the floor, kneeling with nothing but her ass thrust high. The cuffs behind her back rattled and jangled noisily.
The damp dolphin shorts, forced inward by the chain, compressed the seam of her pussy. Every link of the chain crushed and ground directly against her clitoris through the thin fabric.
“Hahk, mmmmm...♥! N-no, ahh...♥♥♥♥!”
Love juices surged out from between Yerin's thighs yet again.
“Huaaaaaah...♥♥♥♥!”
Her neck bent forward, drool running from her mouth in a long strand to wet the floor. The cuffs behind her rattled like mad, and her clear juices dripped down the chain stretched taut through her crotch, pooling on the boards.
“Haah♥♥... haah♥♥... hoo...hoo......”
When I gradually slackened the chain I'd been holding taut, Yerin crumpled to the floor with a clatter.
Cheek flat against the floorboards, dazedly gulping for air — she looked for all the world like a puppy worn out to collapse.
Her hair, wrecked by sweat and tears, clung to her face in a greasy tangle.
“......”
My own head felt ready to burst from arousal.
I let go of the chain for a moment to cool myself down.
-jingle.
“Haah, hah......”
Leaving Yerin where she lay, I took a bottle of water from the fridge and drank. Once my thirst was seen to, I filled a glass to the brim and went to her.
Above Yerin's prone head, I let a few drops fall.
“Ahh♥”
The cold droplets touched her cheek, and Yerin looked up with unfocused eyes.
“Thirsty?”
“Haah, haah... M-Master... ahh...haah♥”
I helped Yerin sit up.
“Open wide.”
“A, ahh......”
Yerin stared at me blankly for a moment, then rattled her handcuffs. She couldn't — her hands were tied.
I couldn't hold back a chuckle.
“Yerin. My slave girl is currently leashed to a dog's collar, isn't she? Am I wrong?”
“Mm, mm, my, slave girl, leashed to, a dog's collar♥♥♥”
Yerin repeated my words with a fever-flushed face.
“If you're tied to a dog's collar — are you a person, or a dog?”
“Mmm♥, a, a dog, a slave, a slave dog♥♥♥”
“That's right. Good girl, you know it well.”
“Mmm♥ mm, mmm♥ a, a dooog♥♥”
“So why is a dog trying to drink like a person?”
“Wh, whaa......?”
“Stick your tongue out. Nice and long.”
Yerin stayed blank for a moment, clearly not quite following, then parted her lips.
“Ha, haah......”
Yerin's red tongue stretched out long.
The posture of a pet waiting on her master's hand.
I slowly trickled the water into Yerin's mouth.
What overflowed her lips ran down her chin and the back of her neck, soaking her collarbone.
“Ahh......”
Thirstier than she'd realized, Yerin gulped and gulped, then even licked her wet lips clean.
I stroked Yerin's hair, gentle.
“Good job. Such a well-behaved dog.”
“Mm, mmm♥ mm, good♥, mmm♥”
“Now — stay.”
“Mm, hah, hah, mmm, staaay, hah♥, hah♥”
-click.
I set the glass down on the table and walked back around behind Yerin. Gathering up the slack chain from the floor, I dragged it up between her cheeks with a firm pull.
“You behaved, so you've earned a reward.”
-CLINK!
“Haaaaaah♥♥...! Mmm♥♥♥ M-Master♥♥...!”
Yerin's body snapped taut as a bow, and she came.
The choker cinched tight around her throat, and the clamps chained to it hauled on her nipples.
On top of that, the long leash of chain burrowed between her thighs, worming into the soaked dolphin shorts and crushing her pussy and clit without an ounce of mercy.
“Kkuhk, kkuhm♥...! Haah, hah♥♥...! Ma♥, Master♥♥♥... can't breathe... hhh,...it's choking me, hik, my chest, and down below, hyii♥♥♥, too, too much♥♥♥♥......!”
“Yerin. You have to say it properly. What's happening where?”
Even gagging and gasping, Yerin found her words.
“Hik, huumm...! The, the dog collar♥♥ the, the collar♥♥♥, it's squeezing my throat... huu, every time I breathe♥♥♥ it squeezes my nipples♥♥♥ and, and the leash♥♥, hyii♥♥♥, down, down beloooow♥♥♥”
I pulled the chain, tormenting Yerin's pussy.
“Yerin. Are you doing this on purpose? Talking like that because you want to be punished?”
“Punish♥♥♥, punish, hate it♥♥♥, haaate iiiit♥♥♥♥ I hate it, hik♥♥♥♥”
“Say it properly, remember? Where is 'down below'?”
Yerin forced the words out between ragged breaths.
“Hah, the leash♥ my pussy pebble♥♥♥ it's, it's crushing my pebble♥♥♥♥♥”
“......”
“Mastew♥♥♥ my pussy, my pu, pussy♥♥♥ my puuussy♥♥♥ Mastew's dog pussy♥♥♥, ♥ it itches so baaad♥♥♥...!”
I yanked the chain harder, and Yerin spilled out a cry right on the verge of coming.
“Haah, hah, this slave girl's nipples are tearing♥♥♥...! The leash♥♥♥ this dog pussy♥♥ you're grinding this dog pussy to bits♥♥♥......!”
With the chain tormenting her throat, her chest, and her pussy all at once, Yerin couldn't even breathe properly, cries pouring out of her.
Every tug of the collar pinched the clamps deeper into the flesh of her breasts, while the chain between her thighs drove the soaked fabric deep into the crevice of her ass and rubbed mercilessly at her clit.
With the chain wound around one hand, I brought my face in close to Yerin, who lay quivering against the floor.
When my breath brushed her ear, her shoulders flinched all over again.
“Hands bound, can't even stand up straight, leashed by the collar and left to lick up your own pussy juice. You're not a person anymore — you're just about a dog.”
“Mmm♥♥ I'm nooot♥♥♥”
“Not, is it? Who was it that called herself a dog-pussy, then? Who said those words, hmm?”
“Dunno♥♥, huu, dunnooo♥♥♥♥”
“Yerin. Are dogs supposed to talk like people? You have to talk like a dog.”
“Hah♥”
When I tightened my grip on the chain and pulled up a little harder, tears spilled from Yerin's eyes and streaked down. And yet even as they fell, the corners of her mouth were turning up.
“Master... arf♥! A dog, arf♥ Master♥ your dooog♥... arf, arf♥!”
“There we go. Whose dog are you?”
“Master's dog...! Arf♥, arf♥! Pull the leash more, harder please... my, my pussy... it itches♥♥♥... Master, please handle♥♥ this pussy, leash your dog-pussy♥♥♥ Mastewiim♥♥♥...!”
“What a very good dog you are.”
“Haah, hah, hah♥♥♥”
When I stroked her head, Yerin grinned up at me like an idiot, hehe.
I kept petting her like that — then abruptly yanked the chain upward.
“Oh, ohhhh♥♥♥! Cu, cumming, Master...! This dog, this dog's cuuummiiing♥♥♥♥♥!”
Yerin's upper body, hands bound behind her back, bowed up taut as a drawn bow.
With only her knees touching the floor, her nipples were dragged taut by the chain. The friction of the links grinding into her crotch and the sting in her nipples peaked at the same instant.
“Hyii, hik, hyii♥♥”
The chain and cuffs clattered wildly behind her back as her whole body convulsed without restraint.
“Kyahhhhhh♥♥♥♥♥♥♥”
Yerin sprayed a stream of liquid across the living room floor like a fountain and reached her peak one more time.
“Hahhhhh♥! Haah, hah, huuumm...♥”
Her body, having erupted so violently, trembled and sank down onto the floor.
A thin line of drool leaked from her lips where they were pressed to the boards, while tears, sweat, and love juices soaked her from head to toe until she glistened.
By now she didn't even seem to remember asking to have the cuffs taken off.
“Haah...... haah...... haah... ah... ahh......”
And just like that, Yerin came apart into the pleasure.
I quietly gave her time to recover.
“Ah, ah, ah, ahh, nn, mmm......”
In the middle of that pleasure-drunk haze, Yerin abruptly went stiff.
With a panicked look on her face, she pressed her thighs together and started squirming. Rattling the cuffs behind her back, fidgeting helplessly against the floor — something was clearly wrong.
“What is it?”
“A, ahh......”
“Yerin?”
Still on her knees, rubbing her thighs together, Yerin looked up at me.
“Ju, Junyoung... w-wait, hold on. U-untie me... I really...”
“......”
When I didn't answer, Yerin flinched.
“I-I'm sorry, M-Master, Masteeer, p-please... Masteeer......”
“What's the matter?”
Yerin twisted her thighs together, sniffling.
“The, the bathroom.... I really, the bathroom... I need to go to the bathroom... the, the water, sob, I think it's really coming out...”
“The water?”
“Mm, mm, the wa, wawa....”
Oh, that was it? It was nothing at all.
When I snorted, Yerin jolted in fright and looked about ready to cry.
“M-Masteeer, M-Masterwiiim, y-your, your slave girl, your, your dog-pussy slave, slave, bitch, this bitch needs the, the bathroom, the bathroom reeeally bad....”
Yerin's voice went thick and nasal, right on the edge of sobbing.
I said, smile spreading wide.
“Yerin. So my slave girl's not a slave anymore — she's a bitch now?”
“Yes, yeees, slave girl, bitch, I'm a bitch now.... arf♥ So, so, the, the bathroom, the bathroom.... a, a bitch, arf♥, the bathroom....”
“Yerin.”
I said it softly, stroking Yerin's head. She must have taken it for permission, because she giggled.
“Yerin.”
“Yes, yesh....”
“Are bitches supposed to use human bathrooms?”
“......Ah. Aah...”
At my words, Yerin's whole body trembled.
“......A, aah....ahh....”
“Yerin. Is that how it's supposed to work?”
“......Ahh...aah..”
“Yerin?”
When I pressed her, gently, Yerin's breath hitched.
“....Hah.”