The Pussy-Gourmet Hair Salon (1)
Jang Heeyeon’s body rises into the air, accompanied by a sharp scream. She is suspended solely by the rope binding her breasts. The pain must be excruciating, as if her breasts are about to be torn from her chest, with her entire body weight pulling down on them.
“Augh… it hurts so much…”
She soon realizes that the more she struggles, the more intense the pain becomes, so she bites her lip and goes quiet. I approach her, unzip my pants, and spread her legs, which are dangling in the air, before thrusting my cock into her pussy.
— Squelch
“Haa-ugh…”
I don’t bother to lift her legs or alleviate her weight; I simply thrust my hips with cold indifference.
— Squelch… squelch… squelch… squelch…
“Haa… ah… augh… hngh…”
The pleasure from her pussy and the agony from her breasts, shaken by my movements, blend together, and her screams echo through the room.
— Thwack… thwack… thwack… thwack… thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack…
“Haa… ah… hngh… hwaang… ah, ugh, hng, ugh…”
As my thrusts grow stronger and faster, she endures a time of painful ecstasy.
— Gush… gush… gush… squirt… squirt… squirt… squirt…
I continue my rhythmic thrusting in silence before slamming upward and, without warning, ejaculating deep into her womb.
“Hauuuugh… haaaaaaang…”
— Splatter… splatter… pshhh… pshhh… psh… psh…
As my seed floods her womb, Jang Heeyeon reaches her climax, shooting a fountain of fluids as if by reflex. I pull my cock out of her trembling, climaxing pussy, wipe it off roughly against her thigh, and walk toward an object in the corner of the room, leaving her hanging.
It is a triangular wooden horse. It seems like the perfect item for a true masochist like her; the seat is shaped like the edge of a triangle, making it a medieval-style torture device for a pussy. I pick up the wooden horse, place it beneath her suspended form, and release the chains to lower her slowly.
— Creak…
Her crotch draws closer to the horse until her pussy is finally pressed against the sharp edge.
“Aaaah… auuuugh…”
As her weight settles onto the horse, the pain in her breasts vanishes, replaced by a concentrated agony in her pussy, and her screams ring out once more. She tries to clench her thighs to dull the pain, but her legs are still weak from her previous climax, making it difficult. The seed I pumped into her leaks out, running down the wooden horse.
“Aaaah… Master. Please, save me. I was wrong…”
I approach her as she begs, grab her two nipples, and pull them upward with force.
“Hiaaaak… hauuuugh… Masteeeer…”
“Does your pussy hurt a little less now?”
Since her nipples hurt much more than her pussy now, this might be even more agonizing for Jang Heeyeon.
“Jang Heeyeon, do you realize now that you shouldn’t lie to me?”
“Yes, yes. Master. I will never, ever do it again. I won’t even if I die. Augh… please forgive me. Masteeer.”
Watching her desperately beg for forgiveness, I finally feel a sense of satisfaction.
“Good. I’ll forgive you just this once, so carve it into your brain. There won’t be a second time. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Master. Thank you. Thank you.”
After leaving her with that warning, I clear away the wooden horse, take her down from the chains, and remove all the ropes. The marks of my discipline are dark upon her breasts and buttocks, so I carry her to the bed, apply ointment, and soothe her wounds.
“Augh… it hurts…”
“Did it hurt that much?”
“Yes, Master. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Hng…”
She whines like a child, exhausted. As I hold her in my arms, pillowing her head, she buries herself into my chest and bursts into tears, unable to contain her overflowing emotions.
“Uwaang… Master. I was wrong. So please, don’t hate me. Sob, sob…”
“Alright. I won’t hate you, so stop crying.”
“Yes… hiccup…”
I stroke her hair until her sobbing subsides, and as the time to leave approaches, I rise from the bed.
“I’m going to Hye-ri’s hair salon to get a haircut. Do you want to come with me?”
“Hye-ri unnie? I want to go too. Master.”
“Alright. Then get yourself together and let’s head out.”
“Yes. Master.”
“Oh, and clean yourself up first. You didn’t wipe yourself properly after I used your pussy earlier.”
“Yes. I understand. Master.”
— Smack, slurp… haum… chew… slurp… slurp… slurp…
After receiving a cleanup blowjob and finishing inside her mouth, we get ready and head to Kim Hye-ri’s hair salon together.
When we enter the salon, the last customer is just stepping out.
“Have a good day.”
“Oh my! Taejin, you’re here?”
Following the greeting of Kim Hye-ri’s bitch, Seo Ayoung, Kim Hye-ri spots me and runs over, throwing herself into my arms.
“Yeah. Have you been well?”
“Of course. It’s so good to see you like this. You should have come sooner.”
I wrap my arm around her waist, exchange pleasantries, and share a brief conversation.
“Long time no see, Ayoung.”
“Yes. Hello? Taejin.”
“Yeah.”
Seo Ayoung is Kim Hye-ri’s bitch, but she speaks to me casually, just like my own bitches. After we hung out at the pension, she secretly wanted to become my bitch, and since Kim Hye-ri is mine, I decided that Kim Hye-ri’s bitch is also mine.
“Oh, Heeyeon is here too. Welcome.”
“Yeah, unnie. I followed Master here.”
“Glad you came. How did you end up coming with Heeyeon?”
Kim Hye-ri, who noticed Jang Heeyeon following me a bit late, greets her and asks me.
“I had plenty of time after school, so I stopped by Heeyeon’s place.”
“I see. That’s good. It’s better to see you both together anyway. But Heeyeon, is something wrong? You should be in a great mood if you were with Taejin, so why is your energy so low?”
“That’s… I disobeyed Master’s orders, so I got punished really hard.”
Jang Heeyeon glances at me before explaining the reason.
“What? You disobeyed an order? What kind of order?”
“The… no-masturbation order.”
“Ha! You deserved to be punished. I would have punished you too.”
“Yeah. So I got punished really hard. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through in my life. Hng…”
Since they are close friends, they chatter away, spilling all the details of what happened with me.
“You must have really been punished hard. Seeing someone as high-energy as Heeyeon this deflated…”
“Yeah. Master was really scary. It was so scary that I even peed myself without realizing it.”
“Really? It was that bad? I should listen to our Taejin well.”
Saying that, Kim Hye-ri hugs my waist tightly. She’s a woman with a surprisingly cute side.
“Pfft, yeah. If you listen well, I’ll treat you well. Anyway, we’re going to run out of time. When are you going to cut my hair?”
“Oh my! Look at me. Sit over here. I’ll give you a great haircut, Taejin.”
As I sit in the chair, Kim Hye-ri drapes the cape over my neck, inspects my hair, and prepares to cut. Seo Ayoung stands by, waiting to assist.
“Heeyeon, you had a rough time, so sit down and rest.”
“Yes. Thank you. Master.”
“Yeah. Ayoung, while I’m getting a haircut, come here and serve me.”
When I look at Seo Ayoung in the mirror and lift the cape to demand service,
“Ah… yes. Understood. Taejin.”
She looks flustered for a moment, asks Kim Hye-ri for permission, and when Kim Hye-ri nods, she enters under the cape and unzips my pants.
“Taejin, you really are incorrigible.”
“I couldn’t finish properly because I was punishing Heeyeon.”
“Sigh…”
“As expected of our Master.”
Kim Hye-ri lets out a playful sigh and starts cutting my hair, Jang Heeyeon adds a word from where she’s sitting, and under the cape, Seo Ayoung takes my cock into her mouth and begins to blow me.
— Whirrrr…
— Slurp… slurp… chew… slurp…
Doing this, I’m reminded of those stories about the old-fashioned decadent barbershops I’ve heard about somewhere. They say there were many such places back in the day… Cutting hair, shaving, massaging shoulders, massaging the crotch… This place is exactly like that right now.
While the haircut is in progress, the cape keeps bobbing up and down below. As the haircut nears its end, the urge to ejaculate rises from beneath my balls, so I press down on Seo Ayoung’s head, thrusting my cock deep, and spray my seed into her mouth.
When the haircut is finished, I go to the washing station and lie back in the chair; this time, Ayoung starts washing my hair.
“It’s my turn now.”
Kim Hye-ri pulls out my cock, which is resting there, climbs on top, pushes aside my underwear, and aligns her pussy.
— Squelch
“Haa-ugh… as expected, it’s huge…”
“It’s because your pussy is tight. It’s a pussy that’s delicious no matter when I eat it.”
Kim Hye-ri, rejoicing at my cock thrust into her pussy, has reached a subjugation level of 70. It feels like the duration of time has more influence than the number of times we’ve had sex. Especially considering that subjugation increases even when I leave them alone.
I look up to check the information on Seo Ayoung, who is washing my hair:
Having reached a subjugation level of 80, she already thinks of me as her master. Seo Ayoung is in heat, envious of Kim Hye-ri, who is riding my cock and shaking her hips. She must have already been in heat while sucking my cock during the haircut earlier. Looking at these two women, it seems I’ll have to spend a bit more time for them today.