The First Step of Meat Toilet Training (2)
I began slowly caressing Jihye’s body. Starting from her breasts, I glided my hands downward in a gentle sweep, passing the hips before stopping at her thighs.
The area my fingers had just traced was the place where her sensitive nerves clustered. It was as if proving the point—the moment my hand brushed over it, her whole body trembled.
Perhaps touching her there would bring her great pleasure.
But instead of claiming that spot, I chose a weaker erogenous zone that would evoke subtle arousal, like her earlobe or the sole of her foot.
“Huuu… Master?”
“Stay still. Don’t move.”
“Th-there… heehee…♡”
As I pressed my thumb into her sole, massaging it firmly, she gave a light shiver.
If this had been her ordinary Jihye, she would have taken the cool foot massage as nothing out of the ordinary. But in this situation—her body completely bound, her private parts fully exposed—having her foot touched felt completely different.
It was deliberate, of course. I had tied her in an intentionally humiliating pose. Yet her reaction was even better than I had expected, which surprised me a little.
If I kept this up, training her would go smoothly.
“Our Jihye feels pleasure just from having her feet massaged.”
“Huuu…♡ Y-yes… that’s…”
“Do you feel better if I rub between your toes?”
“M-Master… kyaah♡”
I lightly stroked the sensitive skin between her toes, then pressed firmly, massaging as if kneading dough.
I chose less sensitive areas first, ones that weren’t as intensely erogenous as her sex or breasts, so I could slowly drip pleasure into her body.
If she hadn’t reacted strongly, I would have gradually moved to more sensitive spots. But since even the foot massage was enough to make her feel it, there was no need to rush.
“Haaah…♡ Heuuu…”
“Isn’t it nice? Master is giving Jihye a foot massage.”
“Y-yes…♡ Y-you’re… too good… kyaah♡”
“That wasn’t even a real foot massage.”
It was nothing more than a simple foot massage, yet her body accepted it as sweet affection.
Her toes curled inward, and her legs trembled.
I enjoyed her reactions as I massaged her soles, then glanced up at her body.
I saw that an unknown liquid was seeping from her pussy, which had been covered only by love gel earlier. A satisfied smile spread across my face.
“Anyone watching would think you’re dripping with pleasure.”
“Hyaah…♡ Heuuu… that’s…”
“If you get this excited just from having your feet touched, how can you stop your pussy juice from flowing like that?”
“I-I’m sorry… I’m a pervert who feels everything from just my soles… I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine. That’s allowed.”
I moved closer to Jihye’s head and gently stroked her earlobe.
“That means our Jihye has a slutty body that suits being a meat toilet.”
“Huuu…”
“You should have told me sooner. If you had, I wouldn’t have started training as a slave…”
This time I turned her body, stroking the area around her pussy with my right hand while whispering softly into her ear.
“I would have begun meat toilet training.”
“Huuu…”
“You have enough qualities for it, Jihye. Today, let’s focus on gently awakening those qualities.”
I lightly bit her right earlobe.
She startled, trying to lift her head, but her neck was fixed to the chair, so she could only shake it.
I moved to the left, biting the same spot, and a lewd moan slipped from Jihye’s lips.
“Aah…♡ M-Master…”
“Why, Jihye? What do you want?”
“That… that’s…”
“Speak freely. If you speak, I’ll understand.”
“Th-the… it feels too good down there…♡”
“Mm, really?”
“Y-yes…♡ I want Master’s fingers to fuck my pussy…♡”
Jihye looked at me with a half-lidded, desperately pleading expression.
I stared at her face.
The first goal of meat toilet training had already been achieved.
I had deliberately stimulated her in less intense places, teased her, then poured lewd words into her ears to soften her mind.
That was how I made her beg to touch her own pussy on her own.
“So? You wanted to be stimulated by my fingers in your pussy?”
“Y-yes…♡ I w-want that…♡”
“I see, Jihye. But listen.”
“Nehe…?”
“When did I ever let a meat toilet voice its own opinions?”
“Huuu…?”
I wiped the smile from my lips and looked at her with a blank face.
Startled by the sudden change in atmosphere, Jihye took a sharp breath.
Her body began to tremble, eyes filled with fear.
I watched her in silence for a moment, then opened my palm and lightly slapped her pussy.
—Slap!
“Kyaah…!”
“Do you still not understand the position you’re in right now?”
“I-I’m sorry, Master…”
—Thud!
“Kyaahaaa!”
“You’re a meat toilet now. Don’t you know what that means?”
“I-I’m… I’m sorry…”
—Crack!
“Higiiit…!”
“Receiving the cum you’ve peed while serving a man’s cock—that’s what a meat toilet is. You’re nothing but a living onahole.”
“Huuu… I-I’m sorry… I was wrong…”
—Slap…!
“Hikyaah♡”
“But a living onahole dares to ask its Master where it can be touched?”
“I’m sorry, Master… I w-won’t do it again…”
“Huu, the body is already made, but the mind is still corrupted.”
I let out a long sigh loud enough for Jihye to hear, then turned my back on her.
I wasn’t really angry, but I deliberately exaggerated my anger to create an oppressive, heavy atmosphere.
That way I could carve sudden fear into the body that had been happily accepting pleasure.
Her reactions showed that my intent had worked perfectly.
It was time to begin the second step.
“It’s fine. Now I’ll teach you the position a meat toilet should have.”
“M-Master…?”
“Let’s first learn the posture a meat toilet must take.”
I picked up the riding crop from the shelf and returned to my place.
When I showed her the crop, Jihye’s body began to tremble.
She thought it was just a normal crop and only shook without saying a word, but that was a mistake.
I brought the tip of the crop to her pussy and slowly rubbed it there.
“Jihye. What did you say?”
“Huuu… that… that’s…”
“Answer.”
“I-I’m a strict meat toilet… kyaahaaaaang!”
I pressed the button on the handle.
This was a special crop that delivered electric shocks when the button was pressed.
It had electrodes at the tip, so simply placing it against her would send a tingling current.
It was the first time, and it was on her pussy, so I sent the weakest current, but it was already enough to shock her.
“Answer properly.”
“I’m sorry! I was wrong, Master… higiyaahaaaang!”
“I never told you to apologize. Answer correctly.”
“Huguuu… I-I’m a strict meat toilet ready to receive cum…!”
“Mm, wrong.”
I increased the intensity of the electric shock.
This time I focused on thighs or belly instead of her pussy. I inserted a silicone dildo to stir her pussy, so the pleasure of the dildo twisting inside mixed with the pain of the shock.
Her face began to twist into an expression of strange pleasure.
Maso girls were said to enjoy this kind of situation. Would our Jihye enjoy it too?
I couldn’t read her mind now, so I couldn’t be sure, but it was clear she wasn’t comfortable.
“Haaak… heuuu…”
“You don’t know what’s wrong?”
“M-Make it… make it stop…!”
“Why do you keep forgetting the word ‘Master’?”
“Heuuu…?!”
“You are mine, Jihye. You must serve only my cock and receive only my cum.”
The second goal of meat toilet training.
To make her engrave in her mind that she was only a meat toilet for me.
Of course I never thought she would show interest in another man, and I didn’t doubt it.
But this step was created to satisfy my desire to make her mine completely.
If she had instinctively said “Master’s meat toilet,” I would have naturally moved to the third step.
Since she hadn’t, gently teaching her was also fine.
“Or maybe you wanted to be used as public property in a public restroom?”
“N-no, Master. I would never do that…”
“So? Why did you say it that way?”
“I-I was mistaken, Master… it was just a mistake.”
“So? Then I’ll give you a chance to correct the mistake. Try saying it properly.”
I pulled the electric crop away from Jihye’s body and stared at her.
Since I waited without speaking until she spoke, she cautiously opened her mouth slowly.
“I-I am Master’s meat toilet…”
“Try saying it a little more in detail.”
“I am a strict meat toilet who is ready to serve Master’s cock and receive Master’s cum all over my body…!”
“Good, well done. How could you make a mistake when you can speak this well?”
“Huuu…♡ I-I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine. That’s allowed.”
I gently stroked Jihye’s head.
At first her body trembled as if startled by my touch.
Soon she realized I was only gently stroking her hair, and her expression relaxed a little.
I stroked her cheek next, then returned to my place and looked at her body again.
Jihye’s body, flushed with pain and pleasure, was already emitting a lewd scent.
It seemed time for the third step.
“Good. Since it looks like our Jihye has properly realized she is my meat toilet, let me tell you the posture a meat toilet must take.”
“T-thank you, Master…♡”
“The education is simple. If you show the appearance a meat toilet should have, I’ll reward you.”
I began massaging her breasts.
I softly kneaded the full breasts as if massaging dough, then lightly pinched her nipples. Her body jolted up.
This much affection would only give her very comfortable pleasure.
She probably realized this was the reward I was giving her.
“On the other hand, if you show the appearance a meat toilet should not have….”
This time I sent a strong electric shock to her breasts. Jihye trembled.
The current was quite strong, so it was probably more pain than pleasure.
She would realize that this was the punishment for getting it wrong.
“So, now you know what rewards and punishments are?”
“Huuu… y-yes, Master…♡”
“Good. Now the education begins. Think carefully and behave.”
“Ne…?”
The moment Jihye asked, I brought the electric crop to her breasts.
Startled by the sudden electric shock, her body jumped.
“Kyahng…♡ M-Master…!”
“Didn’t I tell you to think carefully and act?”
“I-I didn’t do anything… higiiit♡”
Her body shook violently as the electric shocks continued.
I kept the shocks going for a long time. When her moans continued, I carefully turned the power off.
“Hyaah…♡ heuuu…”
“Now it looks better.”
“W-what’s wrong? If you tell me, I can fix it with the chance to study… hikyaahaaang♡”
This time I sent electric shocks to her thighs.
Jihye kept producing moans that no human voice could imitate, so I turned the power off again.
Jihye looked at me with an expression as if she didn’t understand what I meant.
I looked at her with a blank face and said:
“You should figure out what actions you need to take and judge for yourself.”
“Y-yes… nehet…?”
“Then I’ll start again.”
I brought the crop to her pussy and sent an electric current.
The third step of meat toilet training.
The goal was to make Jihye instinctively know the posture a meat toilet should take without any command from me.