Chapter 34

A boldly labeled Beast Slave set in glossy black latex. It was so niche that you'd have to search dedicated sites like Japanese manga hubs to find it, yet utterly archetypal of every such outfit in those genres.

A latex face mask exposing only the nose, eyes, and mouth—pure holes. Dog ears perched on the head, with a long chain leash dangling from the collar like a dog's. Even a gag for the mouth nearby—either a round ball type or one with a hole like a ring gag.

The clothing was equally trashy. Leather straps woven in diamond patterns bound the mannequin's body like bondage play gear. How the hell do you even put it on? But whether for ease of wear or play, thick, soft black leather padded the elbows and knees.

The description was brazen: [Won't hurt when crawling!] Leather cuffs for binding hands and feet, too. Even recommended accessories listed: X-shaped stickers for sticking on, or piercing rings.

In front of that costume, the Convenience Store Manager's steps halted. Frozen solid. Her gaze glued to it, unblinking.

Tap tap. I nudged the costume, drawing her eyes to me. That desperate, pleading look—like, what's the holdup?—had me grabbing it off the rack in one swift motion.

"Can I try it on~?"

"Of course."

Moments later, she emerged from the changing room, changed. She'd tried dragging me in once before, but a staffer blocked us—bummer. Next chance, maybe.

I greeted the newly attired Manager.

"Master, here~."

She offered the leash handle in both hands. Somehow, the chain felt much shorter than when we'd first bought it—adjusted tight. I took it, and right away, she dropped to her knees before me, prostrating flat, hands on the ground, then crawled forward on all fours.

After a few crawls, she went,

"Hngh! H-hek!"

The short leash yanked her head up with a jerk. She turned back to me, eyes brimming with excited expectation.

"Back."

Tap tap. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I tugged the leash. She grinned wide, shuffling backward to settle at my feet.

"Wanna go out like this?"

"Yesss~!"

Her smile was so innocently beaming that I couldn't help chuckling. But the leash was too short, so I loosened it a bit. She looked disappointed, but three steps forward, one yanked back? No thanks. Decent length now, we resumed strolling.

Half-naked costumed women passing by spotted us and cheered.

"No way, playing like that! I've always wanted to try!"

"Guy's got balls. One wrong move and she's devouring him whole—bye-bye world!"

"Last event of his life, huh!"

Amid thumbs-ups and applause, a strange pride swelled in me as we toured on.

Then,

"Hm? What's this?"

In a dim corner, something intriguing: dark curtains hung abruptly, begging to be parted. Shady as hell—like a spot peddling illicit goods. My heart raced.

But one weird thing.

"Huh? What is it?"

"...You don't see?"

The Manager crawling ahead hadn't noticed a thing.

"Nothing? Just wall...?"

"...Hmm."

Flutter flutter. I shook the entrance curtain, stuck my hand through. Still, she sat like a puzzled pup, head tilted, sensing zilch.

"Wait here a sec. Be right back."

Curiosity exploded. Couldn't resist—I shoved through the curtain.

"No one's here?"

Greeted by dim red light like a red-light district. Items laid out beneath on a square central table, price tags attached.

"Dangerous stuff."

As expected—a shady shop hawking risky wares. Nodding in satisfaction while browsing, one item caught my eye.

"Ho ho?"

Just in case, I snapped a photo of the name and description. Confirmed it came out clear, then bought it. Seemed useful.

"Can always come back, right?"

So thinking, I stepped out.

She waited obediently, sitting and rubbing her pussy. I reclaimed the leash and we moved on. Shame—the upper floors were all under construction.

"Let's head back."

We exited the adult shop, tour done.

Heading back to the convenience store.

Obviously, the Manager crawled in her new Beast Slave getup. No one on the streets at dawn, but leading a woman by leash? Thrilling novelty. And we both still wore our store vests over it. Double the excitement.

Swish swish. I yanked her shaking-hipped leash taut.

"Head up."

As she lifted her chin, I pressed a finger to her lips. She extended her tongue devotedly, licking. Then slurping it up.

"Good girl."

Pet her head; she panted roughly. Led her onward like walking a dog through the predawn streets.

"Hm."

But plain walking felt... boring now. Night-and-day from before—back then, just stepping out into empty streets thrilled me. Now? Not enough.

Glanced at the Manager. She peeked at me too, expectant, hoping for action.

Something fun to try?

That's when it hit me. My left hand—not gripping the leash. Holding our handmade porn DVDs. The one she'd clutched so preciously at creation, now entrusted to me as she crawled in costume.

Seeing it sparked an idea.

Dogs fetch balls or frisbees.

DVD's flat. Won't spin back like a frisbee, but...

Should fly fine.

Break it? Whatever. I had spares.

Decide, act—human nature.

"Look here."

I dangled the porn DVD before her eyes. She tilted her head, clueless to my intent.

But as I grinned and slowly raised it...

Her eyes widened, heat surging. Mouth agape, she let out a drawn-out "Haaa—."

Whoosh.

I hurled the DVD far.

"Whoop—!"

She bolted after it on all fours, staying in character, frantic. So hard I nearly lost balance, yanked along. This what getting dragged by a big dog feels like?

"Here, Master~!"

"Good girl."

She arrived, proffering the DVD in her mouth. I petted her head, took it back—

Suddenly, snuff. She shoved her face into my crotch, nuzzling ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and sniffing wildly.

"Ha! You little—!"

Pried off her intense affection, hurled the DVD again. Whoosh.

"Whoop—!"

Eyes bulging, she dashed on all fours. Arrived in a flash, clamped the DVD, offered it expectantly. As I took it, she lunged for my groin again!

"Kek! Hek! Master~!"

"Hold."

Yanked the leash to stop her. She pawed at the choker collar, gazing up pleadingly. No—my slave. I shook my head at her.

"Endure."

"Hnggg...!"

Denied the cock scent, she whined, staring laser-focused at my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pants, desperate.

"Hooo~!"

Suddenly, she hiked one leg high, spread wide, hand diving to her pussy, rubbing furiously.

"You pervert bitch, where—!"

Smack! Smack!

"Hoat! Hot!"

Spanked her ass to correct her, then flung the DVD farther.

Thud bounce thud! It skipped across the road.

"Hnggg!"

She raced after it.

"Huuu...."

But this time, no offering. Figured out fetch meant work sans reward?

"Not giving?"

"Hot. Hot."

"Yeah? Was gonna give you cock this time. Oh well..."

"Whoop!"

Before I finished, she dashed up, jammed the DVD into my hand forcefully, panting raggedly up at me. Her hot breath warmed my cock through the pants. Growing hard from the heat, I whipped it out.

"Suck."

"Hooob~!"

Instantly buried her nose in it, sucking like she'd waited forever. Slurp slurp. Vacuum blowjob, cheeks hollowing, yanking deep. Tongue coiled the glans like a snake, tip wriggling into the piss slit. Wrapping the frenulum, squirming to polish underneath. Intense already, but her octopus-suction mouth bobbing up-down pushed me over—I grabbed her head.

"Hnnngulp! Hnnngulp!"

Thrust deep. Gag gag. She deepthroated, throat clenching tight. Impressed by the squeeze, I gripped harder, slammed full force!

"Hnnngulp! Krhek! Kek!"

Ground her face every which way—face flushed crimson instantly, drool streaming, hacking.

For a bit.

"Puhah!"

She finally broke free, reeling back half-falling. Dawn streetlamp gleamed on her slobber-slicked face. But she lifted it quick, lunging for my cock—

"Stop."

Yanked the leash. She halted, eyes full of regret gazing up. My slave—no, the Manager.

She panted, hand straight to her pussy rubbing—but I let it slide. Wasn't planning to finish anyway.

Flick. I looked up.

There it was.

"We'll do the rest over there."

Our convenience store, right in front of us now.