Hee-na's Devoted Slave Routine
Kim Hee-na slowly sipped her honey Americano. Seo Mi-na's question about how many women Han Soin had.
"Exactly how many..."
Gazing down at the athletic field, she replied, "It's not for me to mention until Master tells you himself, Mi-na."
"You even call him Master when he's not around."
"Of course."
Mi-na stared at Hee-na's face and thought it was so unfair. Even the way she pursed her lips around the straw to drink was breathtakingly beautiful.
Such a pretty sister... why on earth does she go this far...?
She's plenty weird on her own.
She hasn't held onto those high school grudges, has she?
Gazing at Hee-na's profile, Mi-na couldn't help wondering if this woman was going braless—not even wearing panties. If she'd gotten the same order, she'd be just as bare as Mi-na right now. Hell, she might even have a massive anal bead stuffed inside.
"Sister, you study so hard, right?"
"A little."
"I'll help you land a job. A big corporation. Sound good?"
Abandoning persuasion for a straight-up deal. Hee-na paused mid-sip from her Americano before responding.
"Mi-na."
"Yes?"
"Have you ever seen Master get angry?"
"N-no?"
"What do you think are some ways Master might torment you?"
Hee-na's words sparked a flood of ideas in Mi-na's mind about how Soin might punish her.
(Mi-na, pack your bags. I'm sending you to a deserted island. An order? Stay there a full year to reflect.)
(Mi-na, dance naked in front of some virgin guys. Anus spread wide—it's fine if they snap photos. You've trained that hole so diligently; pose with your face for their virginity-graduation gift.)
Her mouth went dry. Without thinking, Mi-na gulped down some Americano.
"I'm just asking... you could tell me, sister."
"I'm not confident I could handle the fallout."
"Huh?"
Brushing back her hair in the breeze, Hee-na continued, "You're asking me instead of Master because going straight to him might backfire. Like he'd hate you. Or start preferring some other woman."
"..."
Mi-na started to protest but bit her tongue.
Me? Hated? Abandoned by a guy? This me?
Deep down, she was convinced Han Soin wouldn't ditch her. She'd wrangled a promise, after all.
(If Mi-na wants, we can stay together forever. For real.)
From what she'd observed, Han Soin was a man worth trusting.
"Sister, at least we should team up to block out the other women..."
"If we try to tie him down, he'll bolt. Master will."
"What?"
"Master's great at reeling in women. Pretty ones especially. No idea how he does it... but just look at you and me."
"..."
"Master loves lewd stuff. Better to dive deeper into that—research it."
Hee-na gazed down at the field, straw between her lips. Mi-na realized further convincing was pointless.
"Fine... then at least tell me that."
"That?"
"Will Soin keep us around forever?"
Hee-na answered Mi-na's question. "Depends on how we behave."
Standing up, she added, "More than the number of women, anyway."
She tapped out the URL of a perverse site and sent it to Mi-na.
"Might be smarter to strategize around Master's tastes."
With that, Hee-na walked away.
:: After her talk with Mi-na, Hee-na headed home. First order of business: sorting deliveries. The apartment Master had bought her.
"Lots today, too."
The stacked boxes were adult toys Soin had sent.
"This is a dildo set... this an anal tail... oh, bondage kit."
She shrugged off the other items, but sorting the bondage gear always stirred a faint thrill. Nose hook. Anal tail. Earplugs. Ball gag. Collar bell...
Handling the restraint tools, she pictured Soin binding her, mouth agape. Part of her itched to pull out the nose hook and try it on.
"No permission from Master... can't touch his things..."
Tempting as it was, Master's property belonged to Master. Just like she did, for the next year.
"I've sorted most of it..."
Prying open a box taller than her revealed a massive iron cage. Hee-na loved these moments. Just organizing sparked anticipation.
"Kinda heavy..."
Someday, this'll be my prison, she thought.
"Haa..."
Soin would lock her in, render her helpless. Shove a vibrating dildo inside, too. Lewd fantasies bubbled up.
"Can't let it become a habit..."
Lately, her mind had veered more perverted than ever.
"Studying's done, at least..."
No clue why, but her experiences had led to one conclusion: efficiency skyrocketed around Master. She covered broader material in half the time now.
"Dunno the reason... but it involves Master somehow... Whatever. Time to work."
Life had transformed since meeting him. She trimmed her nails and booted up her computer. Time for her post-study slave routine.
Diligent slave.
"Today... this one?"
Her first paid foreign porn site—a hub for bondage videos, even real master-slave uploads.
"She holds the pose like this for waiting."
Naked, legs splayed, knees bent to expose pussy and anus fully.
"That way, Master gets a perfect view..."
Setting down the nail clippers, she stood and mimicked it. Hands behind head, legs spread, squat. Not naked like the woman, but the humiliation washed over her anyway.
"So many waiting poses."
The video woman demonstrated about twenty naked stances.
"Gotta practice ahead so I can nail it if Master orders."
Prostrate with mouth open. Squat. Kneel. Poses designed to flaunt a slave's shameful spots and amplify shame. Hee-na ran through them one by one.
"To hold these for Master's pleasure... need to tone my thighs more."
Not just studies—workouts flew by, skin smoother than ever.
After the videos and practice, next up: her printed A4 vocab sheet. Terms for slave speech she'd need to master.
"I, Kim Hee-na, with my dog pussy... my rear hole... Kim Hee-na as cum receptacle... Master's devoted onahole..."
Words she'd never utter normally—she drilled them relentlessly. Practice to fulfill whatever Soin desired.
"Sow... too much for now? Still, prep ahead... bitch... sow... Nah, Master probably won't demand those... Bitch Kim Hee-na serves Master... Perverted Kim Hee-na before Master..."
Repeating shameful terms built fluency for his presence. Midway through chanting "clitoris," a message pinged.
After replying, she read her scribbled note aloud. "Kim Hee-na vows absolute obedience to Master Han Soin's commands. Master."
Combining slave terms in practice, another message arrived.
The name "Soin" alone set her body tingling. Maybe he'll use those bondage tools I saw today.
Fiddling with the nose hook, Hee-na replied to Hee-da.
"It's just a one-year contract..."
She rationalized: not some freak—just a faithful slave for her term.
First time prepping anal beads ahead. Replying to Hee-da, she slowly worked them in.
Humiliatingly stuffing the beads to please Soin, Hee-na loosened her hips. After the strenuous insertion, she tugged the upside-down hanging rack forward a bit. If Master sees it, maybe he'll use me that way.