Chapter 43
Two collars now gripped in my hand. At first, I'd planned to pick a fun concept from the adult shop's AV experience rooms and fuck them there.
"The thing that suits us best right now..."
After browsing through the various concept rooms, only two options remained in the end. SM theme. Or motel theme.
But then a thought struck me. "If it's motel concept... wouldn't just going to a regular motel make more sense?"
It felt a bit off to use a perfectly good motel and instead do it in here. I glanced at the two slaves sitting on either side of me in their signature poses, half-asking their opinion. They both nodded eagerly.
"Motels these days have all sorts of themed rooms anyway. Probably something SM too."
A normal motel might not, but this was a motel straight out of an adult game. Surely they'd prepared for all the major genres. Sure enough, when I checked...
"There it is."
Along with an ad boasting, We have everything ready for any taste! they showcased a whole array of tools and toys.
No need to agonize further. Leading the two—no, my two slaves—we headed straight to the motel.
The counter clerk's eyes went wide when she saw us. Without us even saying a word...
"SM theme room for you?"
"Yes, please."
"Will a three-person bed be okay?"
"Perfect."
Her quick read on the situation deserved a tip and a mental round of applause. I took the room key and headed up.
Elevator. Motel hallway. With my two slaves crawling on all fours, collars in my hand, the thrill was electric.
In the middle, doors would burst open with a BANG or click softly, and women's—or couples'—gazes would lock on us as they passed. Pride swelled in my chest.
Finally, we reached the SM playroom.
"Ooh."
The gear grabbed our attention the moment we entered. Against one wall, an X-shaped frame for standing play. In the center, the so-called sex chair or sex bench for lying down or prone positions.
Whips, paddles, and all sorts of spanking tools hung on the walls. And not just the bed—every visible piece of furniture and equipment had handcuffs positioned for wrists and ankles.
"This is gonna be fun."
"Me too~."
"M-Me too..."
Their bodies heated up the instant they saw the room. We showered quickly before the fire cooled, and when I came out, cameras were already set up everywhere—who knew when she'd prepared them. On the bed. By the two restraint rigs. And right in front of them now.
The Convenience Store Manager stood tall and proud as a slave. The squinty-eyed married slave glanced nervously from the corner of her eye.
Anyone could tell the Manager had set it up. By now, it didn't even surprise me.
No—ideas were sparking instead. All the things like this, like that. Stuff I wanted to try.
So I strode over to the camera filming them both.
And commanded.
"Both of you. Introduce yourselves."
The squinty-eyed married slave flinched. The slave Manager struck her pose first. Signature pose at the start.
But it felt a bit lacking. We'd seen it too often. Filmed it plenty already.
I shook my head slightly, and as expected from a veteran who'd synced with me through countless outdoor fucks, she caught on instantly. She turned around, thrust out her ass, spread her pussy wide.
Face pushed forward as far as possible to get it all in frame.
"I'm Master's Slave No. 1! By day, I manage a convenience store! By night, I'm Master's perverted bitch in heat!"
"What'd you do before meeting me?"
"I targeted men with no numbers~ fucked 'em raw and erased them from the world~."
Clap clap clap. Not just mental applause—this was genuine.
She hadn't even been told, but she shook her ass side to side like she was dancing.
I watched fondly for a moment, then turned to the next one, the married slave.
She awkwardly mimicked, thrusting out her ass, spreading her pussy wide while watching the Manager.
"I-I'm Master's Slave No. 2! And I'm... a married woman with a husband. I've abandoned him to be Master's slave!"
"Why my slave instead of your husband's?"
"Because Master's cock is bigger and thicker than my husband's! And Master fucks so good!"
She yelled it loud, then shook her ass just like the other.
Another satisfied round of applause.
Then I grabbed the collars dangling and swaying from their necks again.
And headed straight for the X-shaped slave frame.
"No. 1 first."
"Yesss~."
She'd declared herself Slave No. 1 proudly, so she went first. I bound her arms and legs to the X-frame. Flipped the collar back so it wouldn't snag—prep complete... or so it seemed. Not quite.
One frame. Two slaves. The remaining collar in my hand—the married slave's.
"Wait here."
"Y-Yes...!"
Next to the frame hung hooks for spanking and play tools. I hung hers in an empty spot.
Just leashing her like a dog would've been boring, so I added the blindfold and handcuffs to immobilize her completely.
"I-I can't see..."
"Listen for it."
Time-consuming, so just this once. Tools in hand: short whip from AVs I'd seen, and a split riding crop like a horse's tail. Ready for real.
"Starting now."
"Yes, yes~!"
I announced the start, stepped close...
Smooch. Smooch. Kissed her first.
"Huh...? Nngh?"
Lips tensed for a whipping relaxed into a deep kiss. Her rigid body softened under my kneading hands.
Her massive tits. Nipples. Smooth lower belly, plump firm thighs. Down to her pussy.
I caressed everywhere I'd strike, gently. Then pulled away from her entwining tongue.
"Haa... Haaa..."
Her tongue trailed long, reluctant, shaking in the air.
I watched a beat, letting the calm before the storm settle.
Then CRACK! CRACK! on her tits.
"Hyah! Hyaah!"
She jolted at the tit-whip. Her heaving breasts flushed red instantly.
CRACK! CRACK! Lower belly next. Hurt more than expected—she twisted.
Arms and legs bound, she still tried to lean away with shoulders and knees.
"Where you goin'!"
No openings wasted—CRACK! CRACK! One on her pussy. One on her thigh.
"Hyaah! Hyaaah!"
"Who's stopping you?"
"Hyah! I-It hurts, Master~."
"That's the point. Spread your legs."
"Hyaah..."
"Spread 'em and shove that pussy out!"
"H-Hya... Hyaaah!"
CRRRACK! She hesitated, twitched, then spread and presented—whip right on those massive tits.
"Hyaaaah!"
Unexpected pain—she curled hard.
I lunged, pried her legs apart roughly—CRACK! CRACK! straight on her pussy.
"Hyaaaah! Hyaaaah!"
She thrashed like a fish flopping—perfect description.
Her struggles were so wild, the collared married slave beside her...
"H-Huh? Wha?"
Blindfolded, hands and feet cuffed, she tilted her head blindly.
Meanwhile, I reached out. After just a few whips, her pussy was swollen plump and tasty. Fingers plunged in—slap slap slap slap!
"Hyaaaah! Haaah! Master, I'm cumming! Gonna cum right nowww!"
I rocked her hard back and forth. Her pussy clenched greedily.
Soaked in seconds, pussy juice squirting. Dripping down my fingers, pooling in my palm.
And then.
"Hyah! Hyaaaah!"
SPLASH! Hips bucked—a fountain erupted.
Over it, CRACK! CRACK! I slapped her with my palm till the squirt stopped. That finished the Manager.
Not rushing to fuck—whipping first. I unbound her quick.
She came down cradling her puffy pussy. I uncuffed and unblindfolded the waiting married slave.
"Th-This is...!"
Her squinty eyes widened at the Manager's red tits, thighs, pussy.
She fumbled in panic but didn't resist as I bound her limbs.
The Manager, I just loosely hooked her collar aside. No time for full blindfold and cuffs like the married slave.
"M-Master. This is my first time with stuff like this, so if you're gonna whip right away, just give me a moment to prepare—Mmph! Nngh...!"
Squinty milf slave got the same: kiss first. Kneaded her plump massive tits.
Her nipples, hard from arousal—ping ping flicked.
Lower belly, thighs rubbed. Then clit ground roughly.
"Mmph... Nngh..."
Body fully relaxed, soft now—CRACK! CRACK!
"Ohook! Hooook!"
Whips rained. Tits and belly. Lower belly and thighs. Pussy to finish.
Then—
CRACK!
"Hm?"
Glancing aside, the Manager had stood quietly and was whipping the married slave with me.
CRACK! CRACK! Tits. Pussy.
"Ohok! Ohook!"
Not just whipping, though. After my strikes reddened her tits, she'd rub them wildly. Knead. Suck.
"Hook! Hoook!"
Finger-fuck her pussy hard, pull out—then smack it smack smack. Lick and soothe.
Simple: hurt and heal. Whip and pamper, ramping her arousal tenfold.
"Hooook... Hooook..."
The married slave's whole body flushed red now. Marks or heat? Indistinguishable. Prepped.
"This time, No. 2 first."
To the sex chair. Married milf slave this round. Flopped her prone, bound limbs, yanked her ass back—thrust my cock in deep.
"Ohook!"