Do It for Me :: Chapter 213: The Vibrating Restraint Chair
Kim Hee-na arranged the dildos she'd selected neatly on the table for Han Soin to see. I'm just following the contract. With that thought, she treated him with utmost deference.
"I've also brought a few things for your face, Master."
A nose hook and latex mask. A fox mask. Glasses that gave an eye-mosaic effect.
Han Soin recalled the memory from twenty minutes ago, when he'd tugged on Song Hee-seon's nose. Is the nose hook a family heirloom or something? He pictured Song Hee-seon with hooks in both nostrils, slurping away at his cock. Things no ordinary woman would do out of sheer shame.
"Looks like eating's gonna take a bit since there's food."
"Yes, Master."
Hee-na tried her best not to show her excitement or tension. If he's really just here for a quick visit... She'd pulled out the upside-down hanging rack and such to make it easy for him to use, but that was just for his convenience.
"This chair looks uncomfortable, so I think I'll sit on the soft and cushy Hee-na instead while I eat."
He never settled for a plain meal. His words sent thrilled shivers through her flesh. "...Understood, Master."
Soin glanced at her slyly. Her tendency was restraint. As payment for the meal she'd prepared, he planned to use her as a chair to feed that fetish. Not sure if she'll like it, but it's her kink anyway. Just using her as a plain chair felt too boring.
"Hike up your skirt. For the dildo... this one's perfect."
A transparent dildo filled with beads that delivered delightful shocks with every vibration. "Size seems just right for Hee-na's pussy too."
Before he could even finish commanding, Hee-na lifted her dress to expose her pussy.
"You're getting good at pulling it up on your own now, huh?"
"Yes, you can shove it in anytime you want. Whatever Master desires."
"Then let's..."
The dildo pushed into her pussy hole. Hee-na relaxed as much as possible, accepting it in utter humiliation. So it could go in all at once, sparing her master the effort of a second thrust.
"How's studying going these days?"
"I'm studying hard... ngh... and trying to stay faithful to the slave contract too, Master."
Soin shoved the vibrating dildo all the way into her hole. "Haaah..."
"Relax your pussy."
The dildo pressed right up to her cervix. Soin flicked the switch on. Vrrrrm vrrrrm vrrrrm. Intense pleasure erupted from deep inside her pussy. Vrrrrm vrrrrm vrrrrm. The massive buzzing filled the room.
At the same time, he picked up the latex mask and told her, "Get on all fours. Put this on."
"Yes, Master..."
A perverse latex mask with only holes for mouth and nose. He added the nose hook on top, hooking it in. Her nose yanked upward even more freakishly than Song Hee-seon's. At least Song Hee-seon had shown her bare face.
"For the table... guess I can eat in front of the TV."
Hee-na got on all fours in place of the chair. I... I can't feel good from this. With a dildo stuffed in her pussy, being used as furniture. Unwanted thoughts bubbled up. To let Master use me for longer, how should I position myself? Next time, prepare side dishes that take time to eat slowly. So he can use the chair for ages. For good digestion. Not because of personal desire.
"Must be all that exercise—your body's perfect for using as a chair, Hee-na."
"Th-thank... ngh..."
Settling atop her, Soin began picking at the prepared meal.
"The food... not bad for a pervert chair's cooking."
Vrrrrm vrrrrm vrrrrm.
"Th-thank you... M-Master..."
Hee-na had to hold her humiliating pose. Enduring the stimulation from her pussy and ass as best she could, used as her master's chair. The... the vibrations are too... huuung... With eyes blindfolded and nose hooked up in a dehumanized state. Turned into an object. The pussy vibes are so intense... the pleasure... haaah... The beads in her ass made her pussy clench even easier under the strain. The dildo's pleasure surged harder. The powerless restraint of being a chair awakened her tendency more and more. No... no... She melted into the pleasure helplessly. From the university part-timer who rejected men's advances, regressing into a restraint-loving pervert slut. Feels... so good... but it shouldn't... when I'm alone with Master... haaahng...
As Hee-na fought back the ecstasy, Soin slowly ate his meal using her as a chair.
"You were great as a footrest before, and now chair too. Hee-na, even without the contract, was this your true calling?"
She wasn't that kind of woman. Not one who enjoyed being stuffed with a dildo and used like an object. The pleasure she felt now was just to match her master's tastes—not her own. Th-then... ngh... nguuuh. So it was fine to endure a bit more restraint. "Th-thank... youuu."
Vrrrrm vrrrrm vrrrrm. Even against the fierce vibrations, she had no choice to pull out the dildo. She just had to support her master's body as a chair until he finished eating. Her brain scattered bursts of pleasure. The injustice of doing nothing but enduring ecstasy as furniture. It feels too good. No normal person could understand, but her tendency fed her more pleasure.
"Masturbated a lot today?"
Enduring the pleasure and the humiliating question, she answered. "Wh-while thinking... of Master... once in the morning... once at lunch... I did..."
"What were you thinking?"
Even to such an embarrassing question, she replied. "The other day... when you whipped my pussy... while hanging upside down... I thought of that... Sorry, Master... ahh..."
She didn't have that kink. She was just practicing per the contract since Master liked it. Her masturbation in latex clothes and masks was increasing, but whatever.
"No need to apologize. Just a pervert being a pervert, right?"
With the dildo's vibrations, love juices began leaking steadily from Hee-na's pussy. She held her pose without showing it, addicted to this powerless situation.
"Your side dish skills have improved a lot."
"I... worked... siiing... hard."
With both nipples rigidly erect, Hee-na became even more aware of her tendency. What kind of woman am I?
"Got a message for a sec."
Checking it while using Hee-na as a chair.
Already? It hadn't been long since he'd ordered it, but Song Hee-seon was diligently carrying out the command. The first photo was from the girls' bathroom on campus. Naked, squatting over the toilet in the school her own daughters attended, sending proof. Nose hooked, both nipples clamped with the weights he'd used last time. The weights pulled her nipples to their limit downward, her massive tits fully exposing her vulgar, perverted state.
She's spread her pussy and asshole way more extremely too. He'd only mentioned it once, yet she'd yanked her pussy and anal folds wide open with her own hands, stretching them flat.
The insides are totally visible... One photo showed everything from her pussy depths to her asshole interior in perverse detail. Anyone who knew her normal self would swear it was photoshopped.
Hee-na fretted over Soin's reaction. She had to endure the vibrating dildo pleasure in her restrained state too... Seo Mi-na... that girl... isn't the message from her... haat... Never imagining it was from the pervert-photo-sending Song Hee-seon, she endured the ecstasy. Why am I like this today... it's too much... just being used as a chair... so... Hee-na's body trembled with pleasure.
"Hm? Hee-na?"
"S-sorry... nghut..."
Eating the meal she'd served, viewing Song Hee-seon's nude pics, using Hee-na as a chair. Too happy. He couldn't exactly tell the Hee-na underneath who he was messaging with. But someday he might have to. Shouldn't be a big deal... Hee-na's status lately... huh?
Her status went up. Restraint (4)? Nice reward for all the restraint play. Normally, tendencies at level 2-3 started addiction. At 3, she felt it intensely from those acts. Only seen level 4 on Seong In-hye before. And he hadn't done much lewd stuff with her, so he didn't know its full power. 3 was already insane... 4 must be... Good for the upcoming Submission Level (5) too. But what to do for Submission Level (5)? Something he'd put off since Level (3). Maybe introduce her to Song Hee-seon. Level (4) might work, but a bit scary. Safety first. For now, one step left.