I Picked Up a Bitch at School (6)
"Our little bitch. Your pussy passes the test, too."
"Haa... haa... Thank you, Master!"
I pulled my cock out of our innocent(?) college student bitch, having used the guise of a test to take her virginity, and she thanked me for it.
"Hng... haa..."
Her pussy, which had been stretched wide, began to tighten again, and the semen I’d ejaculated mixed with the blood from her broken hymen, leaking out in a pale pink stream. Watching her semen-drenched pussy and twitching anus, I considered going for another round, but since I’d pushed her to the limit—using everything from her throat to her pussy—I decided to stop here.
As I pulled my cock out, she stumbled, exhausted, but turned her body to begin a cleanup blowjob.
"Good girl. It was worth training you."
As I stroked her hair and touched her cheeks, she smiled happily, rubbing her face against my hand while cleaning my cock. Watching our bitch, who found happiness in even the smallest praise from her master, I wore a satisfied smile myself. I even briefly thought that I should try to be an even better master to her.
"That’s enough. Let’s call it a day."
"Thank you for your hard work, Master!"
"That’s not it! You should say, 'Thank you for using me.'"
"Ah... haa... Thank you for using this bitch today, Master."
I reminded her of her position once more, framing it not as a mutual relationship, but as her being used by me.
"That’s right. You are something to be used. A bitch I use whenever and wherever I want. If I tell you to spread your legs on the street, you spread them. Even in a lecture hall during class, or on the subway, if I tell you to spread them, you do it. That is your place. Do you understand?"
"Haak... Yes. Yes. I understand! Master!"
"You’re listening to me right now and imagining things, aren't you? You’re in heat."
"N-no, I'm not."
I slapped her breasts hard twice with my palm as she panicked and lied.
— Smack... Smack...
"Ack... Ah-hup!"
"I told you not to lie... Inspection stance."
At my corporal punishment and the heavy, low tone of my voice, she quickly stood up and took the inspection stance she had learned earlier. It was a position with both hands behind her head, legs spread wide, and her pussy thrust forward.
I reached out and shoved two fingers into the pussy of the bitch in the inspection stance, stirring them around mercilessly.
"Ah-heuk... heuk... hng..."
When I suddenly pulled my fingers out, her legs trembled and her stance faltered.
"Can't you hold the stance properly?"
"S-sorry, Master... I'll do it properly."
I held up my fingers, showing them to her, and asked again.
"Why is there so much pussy juice besides my cum? Huh? Are you still going to say you aren't in heat?"
"Y-you're right. I was in heat imagining what you said, Master. I'm sorry. I was just so embarrassed..."
"Whew... You really are a hopeless pervert, aren't you? Our little bitch."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a hopeless pervert."
Unable to keep her composure under the constant pressure and verbal abuse, she apologized while belittling herself.
"Sub, M, deg... I’ve really picked up the ultimate bitch. My back is going to break trying to satisfy you, you wench."
"I'm sorry. Even now, I feel so good. I love that you are my Master. It’s only been two days since I met you, but I’m so, so happy and excited. So please, just do whatever you want with me."
"Right. Of course I’ll do as I please. I’m the Master, so I should do what I want. If I did what the bitch wanted, would I even be a Master?"
"That’s right, Master... Hehe."
I think this was the first time I’d seen her laugh out loud. She was quite cute. My plan to use her lying as an excuse for more butt-slapping punishment had fizzled out. So, I just decided to stroke her hair once.
"Tell me how it felt to be used by me for the first time today. Be honest, whatever comes to mind."
"Ah! My thoughts? Hmm... My body is a bit tired, but it felt so good. Earlier, when you used my... throat-pussy, at first I really thought I was going to die. It was suffocating, painful, and agonizing... but little by little, it turned into excitement. By the end, being pushed to the absolute limit with my throat being rammed was maddeningly painful, and the excitement grew just as much. When your semen poured into my throat, the heat and the scent added to it, and I think I just exploded. It was the first time I’d ever climaxed that hard. And when I was in the inspection stance and the bitch stance, I felt like I was going to die of embarrassment, but being forced to stay like that, unable to move a muscle for you, Master, was also incredibly exciting. Though, holding the stance for a long time was a bit hard. Um... and finally, when you used my pussy... it hurt so much when you first put it in, but after a while, even though it still hurt, it started to feel better and better. Later on, the pain was almost gone, and it felt amazing. The feeling of you thumping against my womb was also thrilling and good. It was also really great when you ejaculated directly into my womb at the end. The feeling of that hot liquid pouring in, filling my womb... I felt like I had become completely your property, and that was the best part. That’s all, Master. But now that I say it out loud, I feel embarrassed because I really seem like a pervert."
"You are a pervert. A huge one at that."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. You know it too, right? You’re a pervert’s gift set: a Masochist who feels pleasure in pain, a Degradation-seeker who gets excited when humiliated or verbally abused, and a Submissive who wants to be dominated and owned."
"Ah... then what do I do?"
"What do you mean, what do you do?... You just live looking only at me. You just have to suffer for me, be humiliated and shamed by me, and obey only me."
"Ah! Then there’s no problem as long as I have you, Master?"
"Exactly. But from now on, you need to be confident and strong in front of others besides me. With your current personality... if someone hits you, you’ll just take it; if someone insults you, you won't be able to say a word; and if someone drags you away and suppresses you with force, you’ll just obey. Am I right or wrong?"
"Yes... I think so."
"I won't tolerate that kind of behavior anymore, so listen well! Trust me, your Master, and act confident and shameless. Don't grovel to some pathetic loser in the lecture hall during the day... If someone hits you, hit them back; if someone insults you, talk back, defy them, and curse them out. If someone tries to drag you away and suppress you, fight back like your life depends on it. Think of it as dying if you ever leave me anyway. I’ll make your body such that you can’t live without me. Do you understand?"
"Haa... Yes. I’ll try, Master!"
"This is my command. Make an effort to change yourself."
"Yes, I will."
"And exercise. Your stamina is too weak. At this rate, you’ll faint on me every time. I went easy on you today because it was the first time. Join a gym, do home workouts, do whatever. If you’re going to go somewhere, tell me. I’ll send you wherever you want. Don’t worry about money."
"Yes, Master!"
"Lastly, you are my property now. From the moment you called me Master, you became an existence that lives for me. You are a human, but to me, you are also a bitch, a slave, and an object. So, while I will manage your life, I will also take responsibility for it. Whether it’s financial, mental, or human relationships, I will solve it all, so don't worry, don't walk on eggshells, don't hide anything, and tell me everything. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I will. I’m so happy to have met such a good Master."
"Right. Now let’s clean up and get out. We’ve been here too long."
We hurriedly cleaned up the traces of what we’d done and left. At the time, I didn't know. That someone had been watching them...
***
Song Eunchae, a professor in charge of marketing, sometimes went to the fitness room inside the building to run on the treadmill when she felt stiff. Since almost no one ever went there, she used to enjoy the quiet, and today, after her lecture ended, she sought out the fitness room wanting to loosen up her body.
She opened the door and was about to enter, but she heard voices from inside, so she tried to close the door and leave. But the content of the conversation was a bit strange.
"...I'm going to use... your throat-pussy..."
'Huh? Use what?'
Curious, she quietly opened the door a crack and began to peek inside. But the scene unfolding before her was beyond her imagination.
A woman was calling a man "Master" and was being subjected to all sorts of humiliation while completely naked... She was lying on exercise equipment, her throat being rammed repeatedly by a massive cock, causing her to leak urine(?); she was on the floor like an animal, being fucked while her hair was pulled and her ass was slapped, causing her to leak urine again; after he ejaculated, she was cleaning the man's large member, which was covered in semen and her own fluids, with her mouth; and she was begging for forgiveness while her pussy was being poked with fingers in a shameful position.
Seeing such an unrealistic sight for the first time in her 35 years of life, she stood there, mesmerized, watching the two of them. At first, she thought the woman was being forced into it because of some weakness, and she briefly debated whether to stop them or report it. But looking closer, the woman seemed to be enjoying the situation, so she kept watching, and after hearing the conversation they had at the end, she realized that the two had a very unique relationship.
A woman with perverted sexual tendencies that she had only seen in adult videos or novels, and a man who dominated her like a slave and owned her like an object. The vulgar words exchanged between them—'bitch', 'slave', 'Master'—words that were hard to hear in daily life...
Although she was of a certain age and had dated a few times, she never imagined she would see such a shocking sight with her own eyes. The men she had met were mostly the kind who were kind, polite, and respectful. The boyfriend she was currently seeing was also a gentle person, and the sex they occasionally had was also ordinary. Because of that, the sex she had experienced was, to put it nicely, pure, or to put it bluntly, dull, so she had never felt a proper orgasm. Because of that, the rough and coercive sex unfolding before her eyes was a kind of fantasy and incredibly stimulating.
'What would it feel like to be treated like that? That woman looks like she feels so good... If I were to be treated like that... haa...'
The moment she imagined herself in the woman's place, being treated roughly and coercively, she felt her womb tingle and her pussy grow wet. Without realizing it, her hand moved toward her crotch, rubbing her pussy over her clothes. That woman had clearly said it was her first time, yet she had moaned and climaxed enough to leak urine. Looking back on her own first experience, she only had painful memories, and the men would just shake their hips diligently and finish once they ejaculated. Suddenly, she felt envious of that woman.
'Ah... I wish I could have sex like that too...'
As she was immersed in that fantasy, the sound of them saying they should clean up and leave snapped her back to reality, and she hurriedly and quietly slipped away from the spot.