Filming Training (Meat Toilet Edition) (2)
(Jihye)
"I-I've already agreed to serve Master's cock as a meat toilet, so… I'll accept the training all the way through as Master's meat toilet."
I pressed my forehead as flat to the floor as I could and answered carefully.
It had taken me a long time to force those words out. Even for someone who had sworn absolute obedience and vowed to accept Master's training, taking his desires exactly as they were was never going to be easy. Of course, we'd written up a contract beforehand, giving me the chance to forbid any play I thought I couldn't endure—but aside from absurdly cruel things like limb amputation, I had allowed everything, so the contract was practically meaningless.
Once I become Master's meat toilet, I'm going to be subjected to every kind of play…
The memory of being bound inside a tank, watching the water slowly rise while I could do nothing but stare, sent a shiver racing over my whole body. Still, I steeled myself again and resolved to accept the meat-toilet training. Hadn't I already decided to throw everything away and entrust it all to Master?
Until now, Taehyun had faithfully played the ideal Master I longed for and made me happy. From here on, it was my turn to perform the ideal role he wanted and satisfy him—even if that role was nothing more than a meat toilet, a tool for processing lust rather than a human being.
"Is that so? That's your choice, then?"
"Yes, Master…"
"I'll give you one last chance to change your mind."
"No, Master. Right now I'm nothing but Master's meat toilet, so I'll gratefully accept whatever training you give me."
"…All right. If that's how you want it."
I heard Master's footsteps approaching, and then his hand settled on my head. Recognizing it as a cue to lift my face and look at him, I slowly raised my head and met his eyes. Master was gazing down at me with a satisfied smile.
"Good. We'll proceed with the filming on that understanding."
"Thank you, Master…♡"
"Don't get up until I tell you to. I'll be getting the shoot ready."
"Yes…!"
While Master returned to his place and prepared the camera, I kept my head bowed and simply waited to be called. After some stretch of time I couldn't measure, I heard him summon me and slowly pushed myself upright.
The first things I saw were Master seated in a chair, staring straight through me, and the phone set up in front of him. Was that where my body was about to be captured in full, shameless detail? Completely naked, ropes binding me so that every lewd part of me stood out—and all of it preserved on video. It felt as if I were putting myself on display for the whole world, and the shame burned hot.
"All right. I'm starting the shoot."
"Yes, Master…! I'm ready."
"Good. From here on we'll film straight through, so make sure you don't break the take. Understood?"
"Yes, I'll do my very best…♡"
"Not your best—you'll get it done. If the take gets cut midway…"
Master picked up the whip lying beside him and finished the thought.
"…it won't end with a light punishment."
"…Hic!"
"Shall we actually start filming, then? Where did we leave off?"
"Th-that's…"
I had noticed the recording had paused for a while, but I had no idea exactly when it had stopped. The part where I asked Master for instruction had definitely been captured—beyond that, I simply didn't know. While I hesitated, unable to give a clear answer, Master rose from his seat and came toward me. For a foolish second I hoped he might kindly tell me. What landed instead was the sharp sting of his whip.
"Hyaah…!"
"You're supposed to answer your Master. Why are you dithering?"
"I-I'm sorry…. Kyaah! I honestly can't remember how far we got…"
"Then you should have said honestly that you don't remember."
"I'm sor— kyaahhn! I'm sorry…. I-I was scared of being punished…"
"And it never occurred to you that ignoring your Master's question would earn you an even worse one?"
"Ah…"
"This won't do. Looks like I need to give you a proper preliminary lesson before we start filming."
The moment the words preliminary lesson left Master's mouth, I knew something had gone badly wrong. He was dressing it up politely, but I could feel a far harsher corporal punishment coming than anything I'd taken so far. If I let that happen, the rest of the day would be anything but easy. I dropped to my knees in a panic and begged him.
"M-Master…! I'll do everything right from now on…. Please, just this once, forgive me…"
"Can you?"
"Yes…! From this moment on I'll be a meat toilet of absolute obedience…. Please…"
"…Fine. I'll trust you this once."
"Thank you, Master. Thank you…"
I bobbed my head again and again in gratitude for his mercy. Master swept a cold glance over me once, then returned to his seat. Realizing the shoot was about to begin, I slowly stood and faced the camera.
I still didn't know where the previous take had ended, but I didn't ask. One of the three attitudes a meat toilet must hold: never make independent judgments or act first. By that rule, the proper posture for me now was to keep silent until Master himself brought the filming up again.
I waited quietly, eyes on the camera, until at last Master spoke with a faint smile.
"We're really starting the shoot now. You don't know how far we got, do you?"
"No, Master…. I'm sorry."
"It's fine; that happens. What we filmed was… up through the part where you requested instruction."
"Ah. Understood."
I nodded, catching his meaning. So the three attitudes a meat toilet must hold hadn't made it onto the video yet. Whether he meant to film those again or skip ahead to new training, I couldn't tell—so I simply waited for his next words. No independent judgment, no acting first: that was the attitude a meat toilet was supposed to keep.
"Hmm…. In that case, we can start the lesson from the preparatory stage—getting ready to serve cock as a meat toilet."
"Ah…. Then…!"
"I was originally going to teach the proper attitudes as well, but you seem to have those down well enough. We'll skip them."
"Th-thank you, Master…!"
"Skip the thanks. We're going into the shoot, so get ready."
"Yes, Master…! By the way…"
I almost asked what I was supposed to do, then clamped my mouth shut. I'd nearly slipped up, drunk on relief. Anxious that even that might have displeased him, I stole a glance—but Master didn't seem to care and simply moved on.
"From now on, I'm going to teach you how to prepare to serve cock."
"Yes, Master…"
"Shall we start with how to prepare the three holes you'll use to serve it?"
"Yes. Thank you for teaching someone as inadequate as me."
"Good. Once filming starts, introduce your name and what you're learning in front of the camera first. I'll take it from there."
"Yes, Master…♡"
Master nodded with a look of satisfaction and began fiddling with the phone. The moment I realized the recording had begun, I carefully delivered the opening line exactly as he'd instructed.
"Ah—hello. I'm Shin Jihye, Master's meat toilet. This time I've decided to learn how to prepare my holes so I can serve Master's cock…♡"
There was essentially no fixed script; I had to invent lines I thought would please him on the spot. If they didn't land and he called NG, brutal punishment would follow at once. Fortunately, this intro seemed to satisfy him—Master smiled and gave a small nod.
"Good. Then why don't you start by introducing which holes a meat toilet needs to prepare?"
"Yes, Master. The holes I'll prepare for Master's cock are my mouth-pussy up here, and my pussy down below…"
I pointed to my mouth and then my pussy in turn. After that I turned around, bent forward with only my hips raised, and presented the remaining hole to the camera—spreading my ass with both hands to bare my anus and complete the introduction of all three.
"…and my anal pussy, which was newly remodeled this time…♡"
"Hmm. Hard to see. Show it a little more clearly."
"Yes, understood…♡"
I pulled my cheeks apart with both hands and exposed my anus without a shred of reserve. Spreading my most private place with my own fingers—right in front of Master, and while a phone was recording it—was unbearably humiliating. But if I did it halfheartedly, I risked an NG and the harsh punishment that would come with it. So I introduced my holes as lewdly and vulgarly as Master's order demanded.
Fortunately, he seemed pleased this time; a satisfied voice reached me.
"Well done. You clearly know which holes a meat toilet has to prepare."
"Thank you, Master…♡"
"Then shall we learn, step by step, exactly how those holes are supposed to be prepared?"
"Yes, Master…!"
I waited quietly for his next command. Before long I heard the sound of Master rising from his seat and walking toward me.