Lee Ji-yu & Kim Na-yeon

[Kim Na-yeon's Point of View]

It had been a year of pure agony.

Hot springs. Of all things, hot springs. Ji-yu had wanted to go to a warm Australian beach, but I talked her into Japan instead. From the day we came home, hell opened its gates.

My daughter growing worse by the day. The despair of knowing the cause and still being powerless to treat it. The misery of tying her to a bed and catching her waste. The resentment in her eyes — and the torrent of curses whenever I freed her mouth. Being sworn at by my own daughter never hurt. Watching her fall apart was what tore my heart open.

Then, a few days ago, I got a text from Hye-yun, Ji-yu's closest friend.

Of course, Hye-yun's boyfriend was probably just some guy in his early or mid-twenties. I didn't expect much. I agreed out of pure desperation — the kind that would take even a cat's help. And with every nerve already fixed on the news that Master Hwa-ryun had secured an appointment with an exorcist priest, my answer had been half-hearted at best.

"Maha prajna…"

Knock, knock, knock.

I pressed my palms together and prayed, again and again, that this time it would work — calling on the Buddha, God, every deity I could name.

Accepting his outrageous proposal was the best decision of my life.

He tore the Aegwi off my daughter, and I learned for the first time that sex could be this ecstatic, this overwhelming. And when Ji-yu's memories returned and she fixed me with that look of pure contempt — the wetness that gushed out of me then…

It felt like the picture I had always dreamed of had finally been completed. A Master and a Mistress, and me — living in obedience to them, sometimes beaten, sometimes degraded.

I stared blankly after my daughter and Master as they went into the bathroom, then hurried to fetch a switch, set it by the door, and sank to my knees. Arousal kept leaking out of me. From behind the door came my daughter's voice, thick with pleasure. Everything was perfect.

Riiing.

Who is that?

The phone shattered the moment. The sound came from Ji-yu's room, so I went over and found it ringing in Master's pants. I carefully lifted it and checked the outer display. The name read Jeong-mi.

Jeong-mi?

I remembered her — always calling me unnie because I was a year older, warm and affectionate because our daughters were so close. But then Master's words came back to me, and I registered the fact that she now ranked above me. I opened the flip phone with careful deference and answered.

It was real. Jeong-mi's voice. And the part about her being Master's concubine…

"This is Na-yeon, Ji-yu's mother. Unnie. Nngh…"

A surge. Addressing a subordinate with honorifics, calling her unnie — arousal spilled out of me beyond any control. I swallowed the moan that tried to break free.

She didn't hear that, did she? Or… did she?

The casual, superior tone came right back. Even more wetness spilled down my thighs.

"Master is in the bathroom right now, bathing with Mistress Ji-yu."

"Yes, unnie."

When Jeong-mi unnie moved to hang up, I stopped her in a rush and started asking about Master's women. About Bitches — what a Bitch even was. I was so curious.

"Yes… I've gotten aroused from speaking respectfully to you and being spoken down to. And I'm curious about the Bitch rank Master mentioned earlier."

"Yes. I'm a masochist. Have been since I was little."

Jeong-mi unnie laughed, then explained the ranks — concubine, Bitch, the hierarchy of the harem — and began describing the Bitch rank in thorough detail. The image of myself as a dog, fawning on Master and Ji-yu, begging for affection, even subjected to neglect play — the fantasy alone drove me over the edge.

"Haaah!! Ah…!"

"Yes, Madam."

I bowed at a full ninety degrees toward empty air — toward Jeong-mi — then knelt before the bathroom door and waited, already imagining the day I became a Bitch.

A little over two hours.

It was nearly three o'clock, and I had not moved from dogeza in the living room just inside Jeong-mi's front entrance. Obeying an order like this — arousal kept dripping out of me until the floor beneath was already soaked.

A dog tail I'd brought myself was plugged into my ass after an enema. A real black dog collar sat around my neck with a metal chain attached. Chokers bound my ankles and wrists. Dog-ear headband on my head…

I'll look exactly like a retriever.

I lay there with that pleasant fantasy, and it didn't hurt at all. If anything, the excitement kept climbing, and I savored every second of it.

At last, footsteps. Anticipation alone shoved me straight into climax.

"Haaah!!!!"

Beep-beep-beep-beep.

The front door sounded, and someone entered the house.

"This is her? The concubine who asked to become a Bitch on her own?"

"Yes, Emily unnie. I've never seen a bigger pervert than this one."

A woman with a slightly awkward accent, and Jeong-mi's voice. I didn't dare lift my head. Their scorn only aroused me further.

Now I can receive Bitch training…

Then a foot shoved in under my forehead where it pressed the floor — the thick smell of feet that had been walking all day. It only excited me more. I brought my tongue to the stocking and began to lick.

"Good girl. Jeong-mi, mind if I watch too?"

"Of course, unnie."

Jeong-mi unnie walked over, took hold of the leash, and yanked it up without warning.

"Ghk…"

"From now on — Bitch Mode. When I say Bitch Mode, you do not make a single human sound. You bark. Understood?!!!"

"Woof!!!!"

A surge… My upper body was hauled completely upright. The collar choked my throat and I had no choice but to grab the leash, but Jeong-mi's shout made me gush all over again. I shuddered.

And then I finally saw the other woman's face — Caucasian, and staggeringly beautiful. The sheer humiliation of being seen like this by a stranger set fresh wetness leaking out of me.

She crouched down and reached out to touch my cunt.

"Definitely a pervert. Absolute flood down here…"

Eight o'clock.

For five hours I had been drilled in the posture and mindset of a Bitch, and though I was proud of how thoroughly I'd learned, Jeong-mi's switch never stopped. That only made me happier. I truly believed this place was the paradise I had always longed for.

Training was over now. After being fucked by both Mistress Emily and Mistress Jeong-mi — cunt and ass pierced at once — I curled up on Mistress Emily's thigh and licked it. Like a dog.

Stroke, stroke.

"Jeong-mi, so when are you moving in?"

Mistress Jeong-mi sat beside Mistress Emily, my legs and hips resting across her thigh. Her hand stroked my ass with gentle care. A hot shiver ran through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my cunt — her fingers had brushed the welts left by the switch.

"I looked around the house today and figured we can move right away. Tomorrow I'll call a cleaning service to scrub everything, then take Na-yeon here to buy furniture and appliances and fill the place. We should be able to move in around the fourteenth."

They barely registered that I was even there. At the sound of my name I stuck out my tongue, panted, and looked up at Jeong-mi. I was truly a dog — happy under their hands, empty-headed and blissfully blank until someone called my name.

Jeong-mi unnie's hand stroked my cheek softly, then my hair. I was so happy. Too happy. And in that happiness I suddenly felt heat rising again — I dropped off the sofa, squatted, and spread my legs wide. Elbows pinned to my ribs, arms folded, fists held out in front of me, tongue lolling as I panted.

"Hohoho. Jeong-mi, you handle her. Looks like she's in heat."

"Yes, unnie. Na-yeon — Human Mode."

"Yes!!!!"

Mistress Jeong-mi came around behind me and took hold of my hips. Naturally I turned my face toward Mistress Emily, planted my hands on her thighs, and lifted my legs as I spread them. Emily unnie smiled bashfully, grabbed my hair, pulled, and opened her own legs.

A clean cunt. Permission to suck. I crawled forward and buried my face against her lower belly, wrapped my arms around her waist, and licked up along her soft folds.

"Haah… Getting eaten out by a Bitch is turning me on too… A concubine treated as a Bitch. I like it…"

Slurp. Smack… I licked frantically around Emily unnie's outer lips, then sucked her clit between my lips and rolled the exposed bud with my tongue.

"Haah. She's had experience with women, hasn't she? She's good for a first time… Ah…"

"Mwah… Yes. I did it with a classmate in middle school."

I saw Emily unnie's kind smile and lowered my head again. Then a hand on my ass — and something that wasn't Master's, but that had given me extraordinary pleasure all day, pressing against my entrance. Mistress Jeong-mi's cock.

Haaah… Mistress Ji-yu will take this too, won't she? I can't wait… The thought of being opened by Mistress Ji-yu…

Something drove through me like a spear through the belly, and a vast pleasure flooded from my cunt up my spine and through my entire body.

"Haaaah!!! Madam, harder. And hit me. Spare nothing on my ass."

"Hohoho. Alright."

Slap.

A searing pain exploded across my rear. From the same place the pleasure doubled, and what Jeong-mi was giving me became twice as intense, tearing through my head.

Mistress Emily smirked, stood, and headed for the kitchen. I stayed with my face buried in the sofa, body in a wide V, as Jeong-mi fucked me without mercy and kept striking me.

I'm so happy…

"Hwaaah!!!"

A gush. I had long since lost count of how many climaxes I'd had today.

This house had a peculiar refrigerator filled entirely with water, and I was given salt and water at regular intervals. Even now, right in front of me, Mistress Emily was sprinkling salt into a soup bowl and pouring water over it.

"If you're thirsty, lick it up."

"Haaah — thank you, Madam."

Thud, thud, thud.

After that I lost all sense of time. Mistress Jeong-mi drove into me hard and fast without variation. My face was shoved into the sofa, slamming repeatedly against the backrest, while my ass burned with continuous, scorching pain.

Then — beep-beep-beep-beep — someone entered the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠house. Emily unnie rose and went to the entrance. Mistress Jeong-mi didn't care and kept pounding into me.

"Hwaaaah!!!"

"Oh my. Are you Ji-yu?"

"Yes, but…"

"Mm. I'm Emily — Ian's fourth wife. You can call me unnie. And in our house, the rule is always to strip. Take everything off and follow me. Na-yeon's getting fucked by Jeong-mi right now, but her Bitch training is finished, so I'll show you soon."

"Yes, unnie."

At the sound of Ji-yu's voice, a pleasure so massive it slammed into my brain left me utterly unable to hold back.

"Hwaaaaah!!!!!!!"

A surge… A yellow stream sprayed across my face where it was buried in the sofa. She still hadn't come, and she kept fucking me. The pleasure was so vicious I thought I might lose my mind. And the moment Ji-yu's naked body swam into my blurring vision, I blacked out.

"Unnie, I think she fainted?"

Splash.

Something cold hit my face and I came to. What I saw was Mistress Ji-yu standing over me with a food bowl in her hands.

"Jeong-mi, finish up quick and show us. Na-yeon ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in Bitch form."

"Nngh… Yes. I was just about to come myself."

Thud-thud-thud.

"Ghk—ghk—"

I couldn't even moan properly. Between the pleasure of the situation and the pleasure of my body, all that came out were choked gasps. Then something hot shot deep into my cunt, and Mistress Jeong-mi pulled her cock free.

Pop…

Slap.

A searing jolt of pain. My mind snapped clear, and Mistress Jeong-mi's voice followed at once.

"Na-yeon. Bitch Mode."

"Woof!!!"

I tried to move quickly, but my body was sluggish. My legs trembled.

Slap.

The switch cracked down. My ass burned.

"Hurry up."

"Woof!!!"

I already knew perfectly well that stalling for more hits only earned me being ignored. I dropped onto all fours at once, stuck out my tongue, and panted.

Mistress Ji-yu stared at me with wide, startled eyes, then crouched down and stroked my head.

"Jeong-mi, teach her one thing at a time."

"Yes."

My body was still shaking, weak — but a certain anticipation lit me up. At last I would taste the pleasure of submitting to my own daughter. I looked up at Ji-yu with shining eyes, tongue out, panting.