The Chair
So in the end she wants the restraint too. Still, there's plenty I can do with this.
The design was a long way from sexy, and a little crude besides, but a single piece like this opened onto a surprising number of linked plays. I could have used it on the bed as well, though something prettier belonged there.
"Where do you even buy something like this?"
"……AliExpress……"
"So you bought it ahead of time."
"……Yes."
"You've been wanting this for a while?"
"Yes……"
She was far more visibly aroused than she had been when she held out the wireless toy. Ju Hayeong watched my hands toy with the harness, her gaze burning.
"This one's got you more worked up, I see."
"……Y-yes…… haah……"
"……Go pull the blinds."
She nodded in a hurry and started off, and I heard her swallow, gulp after gulp. I stroked my chin and settled on how to proceed.
Doing exactly what she asks would be too straightforward. Maybe I'll improvise a little.
By then she had lowered the blinds, flipped the open sign on the door to closed, and come back to wait quietly in front of me.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah……"
"Strip."
"……Yes…… haah……"
The tension on her face flushed crimson the instant the order left my mouth. She let out a hot sigh, slipped off her apron, and dropped it to the floor.
"Let's see what you're wearing today."
"……Ah……"
Her hands paused halfway through the blouse buttons. She looked plainly flustered. I moved with deliberate exaggeration, eyes half-lidded, and fixed her with a glare.
"Don't tell me you didn't prepare."
"……I-I'm sorry."
"I told you clearly to mind your underwear."
"I'm sorry. Really, I just didn't expect it today……"
She rushed the apology, as if she were afraid I might call the whole thing off on the spot. Trust was still thin; she couldn't help it. Time would smooth that out.
"It's not about expecting it. You're supposed to be ready all the time, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry……"
"You need to be punished, don't you?"
"……Yes……"
Relief and anticipation flooded the worried face. I watched her slowly undo the blouse and let my thoughts drift. She was drawing the line better than she had on the first day. The ordinary moments earlier had been fine, and the way she brought out the tools and slipped into the extraordinary felt natural enough.
"Haah……"
"Embarrassed?"
"Yes, yes…… I'm sorry……"
"You should be. You think I'd get turned on by some childish design like that?"
"I'm sorry. Ah, I'll really pay attention from now on……"
The skin coming into view, and the white bra beneath it, was everyday wear through and through. Even so, it suited her quietly well enough that it wasn't bad. I was only using it as an excuse, given the nature of the play.
"From now on, take a selfie in your underwear every day and send it to me."
"……Yes."
"I'm not joking. Every time you eat, take a photo in front of the meal and send it."
"……Ah……"
"Understood?"
"……Yes……"
"What are you doing? Keep stripping."
The look she turned on me grew wetter by the moment. Experience showed, after all. She had caught my intention. I had only been a little worried because she said she ate alone every day. Had I been too obvious? That was my mistake.
"Thank you……"
"……Just take it off."
"Sniff."
A single tear slipped from her eye as she sniffled. I hadn't expected her to be moved that much. Embarrassment made me scratch my cheek while I tried to recover my dignity, but the soft smile already blooming at her mouth suggested that would be difficult. So I would simply pretend not to notice.
"……I'm happy."
"About stripping?"
"Yes…… M-Master's gaze…… it's warm……"
"You can't even last the two days of the weekend?"
"……Time just won't pass…… I want to see you every day……"
I let my eyes rest on her hips and thighs as she slowly lowered her pants, and on the plain white panties that appeared. She took her time so I could enjoy it, and I watched, sipping my coffee.
"The underwear too."
"Yes……"
She looked at me and slowly brought her hands up in front of her chest. The front closure had seemed clumsy—and the moment she undid the hook between her breasts, they spilled downward as if they had been waiting, a heavy sway. I almost imagined I could hear the soft thud.
"Haah……"
She sighed as if relieved, glanced at me, then slowly slipped her arms free of the bra and tossed it behind her back. I stole another mouthful of coffee, my eyes caught on the two enormous mounds before me.
"……I-is it strange……?"
"Yeah. You look vulgar. Like a milk cow."
"……Ah……"
She bit her lip and trembled with shame. Of course those beautiful breasts were nothing of the sort. I was honestly curious how she kept something that large from sagging. But she had felt my consideration in the demand for underwear photos, so I had to hold the mood.
"……I'm sorry……"
"Enough. Continue."
"……Yes……"
She dropped her gaze, hooked her panties, and began to draw them down. Her upper body bent of its own accord, those huge breasts spilling forward, and I nearly swallowed out loud. I used the coffee to cover it. The pussy that came into view was already catching the café lights, glistening little by little.
"Already wet?"
"……Yes…… I-I'm sorry……"
"Since when?"
"……Ah, earlier……"
"Earlier?"
"……From the moment I saw Master in the car……"
I looked her up and down, taking her in. The neat lower belly now had sparse black grass peeking through. It looked strangely vulgar.
"You still haven't had it done?"
"Y-you said you'd think about it……"
"Good. From now on, you do it only with my permission."
"……Yes……"
"Come here."
"……Yes."
I slowly admired her body as she approached with care. It took time, but the lingering itself deepened the immersion. I wanted to grab that soft flesh already. Time to begin.
"……Stand still."
"……Ah……"
I picked up the harness and began to walk slowly around her. She swallowed, shut her eyes tight, and clenched her fists. Fortunately she had sunk back in. I studied the shape of the harness, then stepped quietly behind her.
"It's new?"
"……Yes……"
"You've never worn it?"
"……O-once……"
"When?"
"……Wh-when I first bought it…… ahh……"
I whispered at her ear and tickled her skin with the end of the harness. She shuddered as if she might collapse, and I whispered again.
"You're supposed to stay still."
"……Y-yes…… hnn……"
"Move, and I'll punish you."
"Yes, I-I'm sor— ahhnn……"
"You moved."
"Ah, I-I was wrong— ahk!"
I brought my palm down on her ass without hesitation. The flesh rippled under my hand, and I nearly swallowed out loud again, forcing it quietly down my throat.
"Hss. Stand straight."
"Yes, yes…… haah, huu……"
I had a rough sense of the harness's structure. As I laid it over her body she swallowed, and the moment I deliberately brushed the small, stiff nipples standing on her breasts, she lifted her head again and trembled finely. What came next needed no announcement. I spanked her ass again without waiting.
"Ahhaak!"
"I told you not to move."
"S-sorry, I'm sorry…… haaah……"
The harness crossed her chest in an X, a round gold ring at the center. When I set her nipple inside the ring, the cold of the metal must have reached her; she shivered again. Wordlessly, I slapped the other cheek.
"Kyahk!"
Unlike the cry, a single silver droplet began to run down her thigh.
"Already feeling it?"
"……Y-yes…… ahh…… I-I'm sorry……"
"You like it that much?"
"……I like it, Master's hands…… I like them……"
"Getting bold. Your master's suffering this much because of his slave."
"Haaahn……"
At my words, strength suddenly flooded her whole body. I watched her ass clench for an instant. She had come, just a little. Come to think of it, that was the first time I had called her a slave.
"Haak, haah…… I-I'm sorry……"
"Then stay still."
"……Yes…… haahn……"
When I pulled the fastening knot of the chest harness, she moaned and swallowed. It was her first time with the gear, so I needed to let her feel a moderate restraint. Too tight and it would only cut into the skin. I watched her reactions and adjusted to a suitable tension.
"Hup…… haan……"
She seemed to prefer quite a strong tension. Her huge breasts, crushed by the cross harness into four pieces and spilling past the straps, were intensely stimulating. The nipples centered in the rings had gone stiff and flushed red, as if begging to be soothed.
"Ahh, hup…… I-I like it……"
"You like standing in the shop looking this vulgar?"
"……Y-yes…… Master's hands are so gentle……"
"Spread your legs."
I didn't answer. I lifted the lower harness as I spoke. She swallowed, then slowly spread her legs, and a long silver thread began to stretch between them.
"……Ah……"
She seemed to feel it too; she bit her lip and lowered her head. I looked at that, and at the ass flushed red with my handprints, and stroked it gently.
"Haahn……"
"Quite the flood you've got going."
"……I-I'm sorry…… it feels too good……"
"You look like a pervert. Dirty. Obscene."
"……Hup…… haan……"
"Just dripping like some cheap slut."
"Haahn……"
Every word made her tremble with pleasure. I passed the lower harness through her crotch and pulled each knot that wrapped her thighs, binding her body one by one.
"Ahh, haah…… gulp…… haan……"
Each time the flesh was cinched, her breath grew hotter. The pussy visible between her ass cheeks was already soaked, spilling in wet pulses. I pulled the last knot, then stepped in front of her and lifted her chin.
"Haa, haah…… th-thank you……"
"Mm. It suits you."
"……B-because Master put it on me……"
"Right. Then shall we get started?"
"……Ah……"
I hooked the nearby chair with my foot, dragged it over, and shoved it behind her. She flinched at the harsh noise. But she seemed to understand what I meant; she looked up at me with an even hotter gaze.
"Sit."
"……Yes……"
The sight of her carefully sitting stole my breath for a moment. In the harness, her body suited it to a shocking degree. My own throat was going dry, but if I was going to do this, I had to do it properly.
"Haah, huu……"
"Arms behind you."
"……Yes……"
I caught her wrists as she brought her arms behind the chair and bound them together around the post of the chair back. I had thought I would need rope, but the harness's spare straps looked as if they could stand in for restraints. Then I grabbed the knees she had pressed modestly together and spread them in one motion.