The Punishment for a Bitch Who Disobeys
I wake up in the morning to my aunt’s morning blowjob, and after filling her mouth with my warm, thick semen, she begins preparing for work. I step out of the room. Once outside, I see two bitches moving about the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast. I walk over, grab whichever pair of buttocks is closest, and thrust my cock in from behind.
— Squish
“Haa-euk… Master. Did you sleep well?”
The ass I grabbed today belonged to Sujeong. “Did you sleep well, Master?” Minyoung greets me from the side as well.
“Yeah. Did you two sleep well?”
— Squish… squish… squish… squish…
“Heu-euk… Yes, Master. Haa-eung…”
After filling one bitch’s pussy with my seed before the meal, we all eat together. Once my aunt leaves for work, I take the bitch I didn’t use before breakfast and head to the bathroom. As she bathes me, I wash my body.
— Slap… slap… slap… slap…
“Haa-ang… haa-euk… heu-ang… I’m, I’m cumming… haa-aa-ang…”
— Gush… gush… gush… splat… splur-t…
I finish my shower after another refreshing ejaculation. This has been my typical morning routine since the bitches moved into the house. For an average man, draining his semen three times before the day even starts would be exhausting, but if I don’t drain this much in the morning, the women would be dead by evening. You could say it’s a routine for our mutual benefit.
I finish my shower and stand in front of the mirror to dry my hair, but my overgrown, messy hair catches my eye. “Time for a haircut.”
I don’t know why my hair grows so fast. Fingernails, toenails, and hair—these three things are always long again the moment I turn around, and every time I have to cut them, I find it such a chore. I can leave the nails to the bitches now, but trusting them with my hair… that makes me nervous. I can’t tolerate walking around with a bald patch on my head.
‘Ah! I should go to the hair salon Kim Hyeri runs.’
I’d been meaning to go for a while but kept putting it off, so I decided to act on it while it was on my mind. I make the call, and within a few seconds, Kim Hyeri’s voice rings out.
“Oh my, Taejin. What’s up this early? It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“You’ve been doing well?”
“Yes. How about you, Taejin?”
“I’m doing great. It’s nothing major, but I was thinking of coming to get a haircut from you today. Would that be okay?”
“Really? Of course! Absolutely.”
She answers with a higher pitch, clearly delighted that I’m coming. “What time works for you?”
“How about you come in for the last slot? We can spend some time together after. It’d be a shame if you just left after the haircut.”
“Sure, why not.”
“Then come by around 7:50 PM.”
“Alright. See you then.” I set the appointment and prepared to head to school.
My classes ended around 4 PM, a bit early to visit Kim Hyeri, so I stopped by the adult goods store run by Jang Heeyeon. Kim Hyeri’s shop was nearby anyway, so I figured I’d hang out with Heeyeon and head over when the time came.
“Oh my! Master. You’re here?” My third bitch, Jang Heeyeon, sees me arrive without notice, greets me in surprise, and immediately crawls to the floor to perform a dogeza. Since there were no customers, she didn’t hesitate to take her position as a slave. It had been a while since we last met—just once for training after she became my bitch at the pension—as I’d been busy elsewhere.
I rest my foot on her head, pressing down gently as I answer. “Everything alright?”
“Ueuk… Yes, Master.”
“Good. Get up.”
“Yes. Thank you, Master.” As I command her to rise, she releases the dogeza, stands up, and waits politely with her hands clasped in front of her. Even so, her expression is bright. It’s her natural personality, and she’s likely genuinely happy to see her Master show up out of the blue.
“Lock the door and let’s go inside.”
“Yes, Master.” Jang Heeyeon runs to lock the entrance, turns off the sign, and leads me into the room decorated in the back where we’d played before.
“Strip.”
“Yes, Master.” As soon as the door closes, she obeys the command, stripping off her blouse and skirt, and even her pink matching underwear, becoming completely naked in an instant.
“Inspection pose!” At the words, she spreads her legs, thrusts her pussy forward, and waits with her arms raised and hands clasped behind her head. I reach out and stroke her pussy; it’s already damp with juices.
“What did you do to get this wet already?”
“Haa-euk… It started the moment you stepped on my head, Master.”
“Look at this masochistic pervert bitch, getting horny at all hours.”
“Haa-eut… I’m sorry. For being such a masochistic pervert…” She gets even more excited at being berated, rubbing her pussy more aggressively against my hand as I continue to stroke her.
I keep rubbing her pussy and ask her a question. “Have you touched yourself or not?”
I had forbidden her from masturbating after her last training. It’s been over three weeks since then, so she must be quite pent up. However…
[He doesn’t know, right? How could he know I masturbated just once a few days ago because I couldn’t take it anymore? Please… he won’t know. Please…]
‘Ha… look at this little thing!’ The bitch disobeyed my order and masturbated. Feeling dumbfounded, I grab a handful of her pubic hair and glare at her, pouring my Energy into her with maximum intensity.
“Aa-ak… heu-eup…”
“Hey, bitch Jang Heeyeon.” I lower my voice, making it heavy, and grab both her cheeks with my other hand as I call her name. Trembling violently under the sudden surge of my Energy, she endures the pain of her hair being ripped out and answers with difficulty.
“Eu-euk… Ye, ye-es. Ma-aster.” Her cheeks are squeezed, making her speech slurred, and her pupils, meeting my gaze, are trembling with terror.
“I’ll give you exactly one chance. A chance to live. The moment you lie, you’re out. Think carefully before you answer. Did you touch your pussy or not?”
“I di-did. I was w-wrong. Ma-aster… sob, sob.”
— Ssssss
Trembling, she confesses to masturbating with slurred speech and bursts into tears. Terrified by the Energy I unleashed, Jang Heeyeon even wets herself. Only then do I reduce the Energy I was emitting, loosen my grip, and speak to her.
“You’re the first bitch to ever disobey my orders. It’s a fresh feeling in many ways, Jang Heeyeon.”
“I’m sorry. Master. I will never disobey your orders again. Please forgive me just this once. I’m sorry. Sob, sob.”
“Stop crying. What are you crying for as if you’ve done something right?”
“Heu-eup… Yes. I’ll stop. Hic!”
“How should I punish you so that word gets around about how to fix your bad habits?” I think about what kind of punishment to inflict, come up with a method, and immediately put it into action. It’s going to be a very painful time for Jang Heeyeon.
I pick up a restraint rope from the various tools displayed in the corner of the room and approach her as I speak.
“I didn’t come here intending to do this, Heeyeon. It’s going to be a tough time for you.”
“Ma, Master…!?” Seeing the crooked smirk on my face, she trembles in fear as I begin to wrap the rope tightly around her breasts. As I continue to wrap from the base of her breasts, the remaining parts become increasingly firm, turning from red to a bluish hue.
“Haa-eu-eu…” Jang Heeyeon lets out a faint moan, the tightening of her breasts starting to become painful. After wrapping both breasts, I connect them with a single rope and tie the center to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Then, as I slowly pull the chain, the rope binding her breasts rises, lifting them up.
— Creak…
Her weight shifts onto her breasts as they are pulled upward, and her heels lift off the ground until she is standing on nothing but her tiptoes. I stop pulling the chain.
“Aa-heuk… eu-euk…” Painful moans escape Jang Heeyeon’s lips, and she struggles to hold her body up with her toes. I put handcuffs on her behind her back, pick up a switch and a wide paddle, and stand in front of her.
“It’s nice that you gave me some fresh entertainment, but… you must have been prepared for the consequences when you disobeyed my order, right?”
“I’m sorry. Master. I was wrong. Aa-heuk…”
— Swish… smack! Smack!
“Aa-ak, ak…” The switch, swung with a whistling sound, strikes the firm, taut skin of her bound breasts. Two dark, bruised lines appear instantly, and Jang Heeyeon lets out a painful scream.
“It’s only just started, why are you making such a fuss? You masochistic bitch. This is just an appetizer, isn’t it?”
— Swish… smack! Smack!
“Ak, ak! I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Master.”
— Swish… smack! Smack!
“Aa-ak, ak!” Ignoring her as she begs for forgiveness with tears in her eyes, I swing the switch with an emotionless expression. Only after her breasts are covered in welts do I stop and look at her. Her face, distorted by pain and covered in tears, is pretty, but I’m still not satisfied. I reach out and gently stroke her breasts, which have turned a bruised blue.
“Aa-eu-eu-euk… haa-eu-eu-euk…” She moans in even greater pain as I stroke the skin, now hypersensitive from the switch.
“Heeyeon, why did you do it?” I ask the reason only after I’ve had my fill of whipping her.
“Aa-eu… I missed Master’s cock so much… I couldn’t hold it back…”
“Then you should have contacted me and asked for permission. When did I ever give a bitch the authority to make such decisions?”
— Whack… whack…
“Aa-ak, aa-ak!” As I strike her buttocks with the long, wide paddle, the sound echoes brutally through the room.
“I’m sorry… Ma-aster… haa-euk… euk…”
“A slave bitch isn’t a being that thinks. Your only job is to obey my commands and please your Master with your pussy and your body.”
— Whack… whack…
“Aa-ak, aa-ak… Yes, I will. I’ll do that. Master…” The paddling continues until blue bruises are etched onto her buttocks as well.
“Have you reflected a bit now, Heeyeon?”
“Yes, yes! I will never disobey Master’s orders again. Please, forgive me. Master.”
“Is that so? But you still seem full of energy, so I guess we can do the main event.”
“Ye, yes? Ma, Master…!?”
“If it ends here, it’s just a punishment that’s a bit tough but bearable for a masochistic bitch like you. Look, your pussy is proving it.” As I said, despite being beaten like that, her pussy was still leaking juices, soaking both her thighs.
— Smack! Smack!
“Aa-heuk… haa-ang…” As I slap her pussy with my palm, moans of pleasure she can’t hold back escape her lips.
“See? You’ve still got a long way to go. Don’t you think you need at least this much to feel like you’ve been punished properly?” Saying that, I go to the chain hanging from the ceiling and pull it.
— Creak…
“Aa-aa-ak…” Along with Jang Heeyeon’s scream, her body floats into the air. Suspended solely by the rope binding her breasts…