The Human Toilet's First Mission: Manage Master's Cock Hygiene...♥
Among all the inventions humanity has ever produced, the leash would have to rank among the most revolutionary.
A simple tug, and you control another person. Command and direction within a master-slave relationship — executed nonverbally through one superb little tool.
I yanked Hyejin's leash hard and dragged her along. She came after me in a fit of coughing and choking.
"Uh, where are we going?"
She had the nerve to try walking on two legs, so I knocked her over. She toppled sideways like some tragic heroine, clutching her leg where her knee had hit the floor.
"Ow… hhk, that hurts…"
"Where do you get off trying to walk like a person? A slave walks on all fours."
"…What?"
"You wear a leash, you walk on four legs."
"Yes… Master…"
I pulled the leash again. She scrambled after me on hands and knees — an awkward, clumsy four-legged crawl — all the way to the bathroom, then farther still, right up to the toilet. She crouched beside me like a beast. Closest animal comparison: a cat, more or less.
I jerked my chin at the lowered seat cover. Hyejin, with the sharp instincts of someone trained in service work, lifted it for me. I pissed into the toilet she used.
There was a problem, though. My cock was hard. Pissing with a full erection is no easy feat — the urine that should arc down into the bowl wants to shoot skyward instead, thanks to the angle and the pressure of a swollen shaft. The fix is simple: lean forward and aim toward the floor.
I assigned the task to Hyejin, who was crouched beside me watching her master take care of business.
"Hold my cock."
"…What?"
"Grab it and aim carefully. I'm going to piss."
"Ugh!?"
"…Is it dirty?"
Her face said everything. That pinched expression was a clear yes.
"…No?"
"Then hold it. It's coming out."
"Yes…"
The downside of drinking too much water before sex. Get the urge mid-session and the whole flow dies the moment you step away for the bathroom. A man has one channel for both piss and cum. I briefly sealed off the path connected to my balls and opened the prostate route from the bladder.
And then —
Gush, gush, gush—
It poured out. No exaggeration. A genuine roaring flood, blasting so hard it felt like my prostate might rupture. When the dangerously long session finally ended, the last few drops rolled off the tip — and Hyejin watched them fall, swallowing hard enough that I heard the click of her throat.
"Shake it."
"…What?"
"Shake off the residual piss first."
"Yes, Master…"
She answered, then started wagging my cock up and down, left and right. Swish-swish. Flop-flop.
"Tsk…"
"Huh…? What did I do wrong this time?"
Those big, frightened cat eyes looked up at me again, shining and terrified.
"You did it wrong. You've never shaken after taking a piss? Is there anything you're actually good at?"
"I'm sorry… I'm sorryyy… Girls don't shake, okay…?"
And now she was about to cry again.
"Stop. Don't start squeezing out juice."
"I'm sorry…"
Physical and mental damage stacking up, no doubt — the process of complete submission. As for my own feelings? No pity. No sympathy. A strange pleasure coiled through my body, and I had no desire to stop.
"If you're sorry, then suck my cock clean."
"…What?"
"You couldn't shake it properly. Clean it with your mouth. Are you deaf?"
Nothing teaches comprehension quite like a good thrashing. I turned her body slightly while she clung pitifully to my cock, then slapped the opposite side of her ass.
Smack—
"Aah…!♥"
Oh. Nice wrist snap that time. One more.
Smack. Smack—
"Aah! Ahnn…!!"
Her expression alone was enough to make my cock, which had started to soften, swell hard again. That exquisitely lewd look of someone suffering and savoring it at the same time.
"You filthy slut. You like it when I hit you? You little whore."
"Ugh… Yeees… Hit me… I'll suck every single place Master tells me tooo…"
"Good. If you just figure it out and obey properly, everyone's happy."
"Mm…"
"Suck. Slurp it. Until your prostate gets yanked out through my cock."
I turned so Hyejin could take me into her mouth. Her fellatio started up again — but this time it wasn't about getting me hard, and it wasn't about making me cum. This was a cleaning job. Using her tongue to scrub my cock until it was spotless, pure, and freshly bathed. Work I was making my slave perform.
If the thing that cleans the back end is called a bidet, then this — the thing cleaning the front — was my personal front-end bidet. A hygiene-processing slave.
Slurp-slurp. Lick-lick.
Hyejin tidied up the cock that had just finished its business. I cupped her cheeks as they puffed out and hollowed, busy swallowing and releasing me.
"Mmph… mph?"
Soft and plump and cute — the way she diligently polished my cock was almost endearing. Ah. This wasn't some romantic impulse, some sudden fondness for Hyejin the delinquent. The status window's masochism-play guidelines said that moderate praise during M-play can move the other person. A simple head-pat or light touch was enough, it claimed.
I pinched and jostled her cheeks — a rough little gesture that roughly meant good job.
"Hnn…"
The status window was right. Hyejin was drooling with pleasure. I stroked her hair and signaled her to keep bobbing her head.
"No. Keep going."
"Mm…"
Slurp-slurp. Lick—
I simply watched Hyejin lap and suck at my cock like a dog. After a long while she finally pulled her mouth free, turning the shaft this way and that as if checking for any spot she'd missed.
"Master… your balls are kind of dark… should I scrub them with my tongue toooo…?"
"Mm… that area's just a darker color by nature."
"Eeh. Really?"
"You little shit. You did that on purpose. Trying to mess with me."
"Nooo… I was genuinely worried…"
"Bullshit. Your eyes look dirty. Follow me."
"Eeh!? Master…!"
I yanked the leash taut again and dragged Hyejin roughly along. What would complete the conquest of Hyejin the delinquent? The place, obviously, would be her house — more specifically her room, and within that room, the bed she slept in.
"Follow me, you bitch."
"W-where are we going?"
One of the two rooms. Plenty of clothes hanging on a rack, a vanity set against the wall. A dressing room, apparently. Wrong door.
"Fuck."
"What's wrong? If there's anything you don't like, just say so and I'll fix it…"
"You should label the damn doors so people know which room is which."
"…I'm sorry. I'll do it first thing tomorrow."
I'd gotten angry for no real reason. That left the other room as the bedroom. I hauled Hyejin there next.
"Uuuugh… Master, my legs hurt…"
"I already told you to walk on all fours from now on. Learn the technique."
"Yeees…"
She labored forward, huffing and straining. Her thighs, pumped full and tight, looked sexy as hell. Purple bruises were already blooming across her knees — clearly not used to crawling, she'd been planting her full weight on them against the floor.
Tsk.
We reached the bedroom at last. A single bed sitting alone in the middle of the room, a built-in wardrobe off to the side. That was it.
"Nice and clean. Perfect for fucking."
Praise her right away. I matched her eye level and smoothed out her tangled hair. Stroke, stroke.
"Hehe…"
She liked it. A bashful little smile spread across her face. Soon enough, this room of hers would be filled with tools for her punishment. My chest was already pounding with anticipation.
I'd spent a full year as Hyejin's personal lackey. One year. If she thought a single day of discipline would settle the score, she was badly mistaken. Kindness repaid tenfold; revenge, a hundredfold — that was the way of the world.
But then — crouched down like this — a sour, sharp scent rose from somewhere. Pre-cum? A prime suspect, except we were both completely naked. I shoved Hyejin over onto her side.
Thud.
"Ow. Why— why are you doing that again!?"
"You little shit. Spread your pussy."
"…What?"
"You leaked, didn't you? That smell… how much did you drip?"
"I-it comes out naturally, okay…? I'm wet. Soaking…"
As she said it, Hyejin lifted one leg slightly and showed me her pussy.
A pure please fuck me pose. It was lewd as hell, but I forced myself to hold back. I focused on her pussy as her spread legs opened it wider.
"…You're pretty wet, huh?"
"I'm very wet…"
The moment I praised her, her face went pure and simple — like a kid saying, Daddy, look what I did.
Even a delinquent is nothing special in front of sex.
Then I asked the thing I was curious about. Knowing she got that wet meant she'd tried masturbating, right?
"Have you done it?"
"…Done what?"
"Masturbated."
Without a word, Hyejin's eyes slid sideways away from mine.
It hadn't been long since our emotional reunion, but I still had a full year of lackey expertise under my belt. That look was a yes. The kind of yes that was too embarrassing to say out loud.
"It's fine if you have."
"Right…? Everyone masturbates…"
"Yeah. Show me sometime. Live."
"What?"
"Anyway, pussy inspection's done. Get back on your stomach. You've still got thirty strokes coming."
"…Uuuung…"
Her slick, wet pussy disappeared from view as she shifted into a prone position. I moved to a better spot — the perfect vantage for watching her pussy while I hit her.
"Ass higher. Like a bitch in heat."
"Yes… Master…"
She hiked her hips high enough that her asshole came into view. White fluid was beading at her pussy. I raised the cane again and swung it down on that ass.
Whoosh—