My Own Sex Slave Maid (5)
I was in a bind — I needed praise from both of them, Haru and Jisu. The one I approached first was Haru.
"Um, Haru...?"
"Hmm? What is it?"
"I'm terribly sorry for being such an insolent maid, but... if it wouldn't be too much trouble, might I ask you for a word of praise...?"
My reason for choosing him was simple. Haru was so kind and gentle by nature that I figured there was a decent chance he'd compliment me without making a fuss. More than anything, I had just finished needling Jisu, which meant the odds of wringing a single kind word out of that woman were essentially zero. So the plan had been to lean on Haru — the one who had her completely under his thumb — and snag an easy compliment that way.
"Praise, huh. Sure. I'll give you as much as you want."
"Th-thank you so much, Haru...!"
"After you get praised by Jisu first."
"...What?"
Haru shattered my expectations completely, all while wearing that easygoing smile of his.
"I did step in a minute ago because I thought our Jisu was about to cross a line, but honestly, I feel a little bad about it."
"Ah..."
"If I want to salvage her pride, I ought to do something for her, don't you think?"
"B-but..."
I tried to talk him around somehow, but Haru turned his head aside, making it perfectly clear he wasn't going to hear another word.
So this is how it ends...
I looked the other way, and there was Jisu, wearing a thoroughly wicked smile. Feeling Haru's hands kneading her breasts, she dragged her tongue slowly, suggestively, across her lips — looking for all the world like she was saying, You're dead, you little bitch.
"Hehe. So is it my turn now?"
"Nnh...?!"
"Praise, you say. Why exactly should I praise an insolent maid like you?"
Jisu glared down at me in a voice like ice, and I knew then that getting a compliment out of her was a lost cause. As a last resort I turned toward Master, hoping he might step in — but he simply shook his head, quiet and firm, as if to say he would not intervene this time no matter what.
"M-Master..."
"Go on and get your praise. What are you waiting for?"
"B-but..."
"Fine, then. Shall I have the wooden horse ready the moment our guests leave today?"
"Eek...! I-I'll get it right now..."
I hurried over to Jisu and bowed my head. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying how completely the tables had turned, looking down at me with a delighted little laugh.
That woman has the upper hand now...
Just a moment ago, even if Jisu had thrown a fit, Master or Haru would have stepped in to cover for me. I hadn't needed to worry. This was different. Master had handed both of them the knife, and Haru had given his entirely to Jisu. Right now that woman was holding a blade in each hand, free to swing them around like a mad executioner.
"J-Jisu..."
"Hmm. What should I do with this insolent little maid...?"
"I-I'm sorry. I was wrong, so please, just this once, forgive me..."
"For someone begging for forgiveness, you're standing awfully stiff, aren't you?"
At those words I dropped to the floor at Jisu's feet. The humiliation of having to bow my head so pathetically in front of a friend — someone I'd been chatting with just yesterday, sharing our play as equals — was almost unbearable. Still, this was the better option. At least I wasn't being made to take the full submission pose the way I did in front of Master.
"Mm~. Now that's a nice sight."
"Nnh... S-so does that mean you forgive me now...?"
"But this pose doesn't really suit you, does it?"
"Huh...?"
"Our dear maid isn't just a maid, after all..."
Jisu slid down from the sofa and crouched in front of me. Then she smiled and whispered, low and sweet.
"You're a filthy sex slave, too, aren't you?"
"Ahhn...?!"
"As far as I know, a sex slave is supposed to take a rather different pose when she's begging for forgiveness."
When Jisu stood back up, I lifted my head just enough to look at her. She turned toward Taehyun with an easy smile and opened her mouth.
"Isn't that right, Jihye's Master?"
"...She's not wrong."
"Then perhaps I could watch Jihye show us a proper sex slave's pose, right here~?"
The moment I understood what Jisu was asking, I couldn't stop my body from trembling. She'd dressed it up as a "sex slave's pose," but there was no way I wouldn't know exactly what she meant. It was a topic she and I had talked about more than once — a pose I had learned from Jisu herself, before Master had even started my training.
The submission pose. Squatting down with my chest and pussy on full display, swearing absolute obedience.
H-he wouldn't actually make me do that... would he?
Master had always been reluctant to put my training on display. I'd hoped he might shut this down himself. But the words that came out of his mouth crushed that hope completely.
"Of course. I think we've shown you enough of her maid side. This time, let's have her show you something befitting a sex slave."
"Hehe, thank you~."
"But no touching. Jihye is my sex slave, after all."
"Of course. I'll trust you to give us a good show in exchange."
"I won't disappoint."
From the little transaction unfolding between Master and Jisu, I could more or less tell what I was in for. First: Jisu would never lay a hand on my body. From my perspective — someone who wanted to keep my purity for Master absolutely intact — I was genuinely grateful for that. I'd been worried he might invent some cruel scenario about lending his sex slave to the guests and break that purity. At least I didn't have to worry about that.
However.
"Jihye. What are you doing? Hurry up and show our guests a pose worthy of a sex slave."
"Nh... M-Master..."
"Now."
The fact remained that I would have to take the submission pose in front of my friends and put every last inch of my shame on display. A faint vibration started up from the anal plug, and I scrambled to my feet. That was Master's silent pressure — a warning that if I didn't obey, a harsh punishment would follow. I was doing all of this specifically to avoid the punishment he'd prepared, so there was no reason not to move quickly.
And yet.
"Ahn..."
"What are you waiting for, Jihye. Show them."
When it came down to the last moment, I couldn't help but hesitate. Wouldn't a beating be better than this? Taking the submission pose in front of my friends — I'd rather die than do that. I'd rather suffer for a full hour than go through something that humiliating...
Bzzzzzt!
"Eek...?!"
"You'd better hurry. My patience is starting to run out."
"Nnh...! I-I understand..."
The instant Master turned up the vibrator, my mind snapped into focus. This wasn't about punishment anymore. If I disobeyed his order here and now, I would be undermining his authority — and how that humiliation in front of his guests would come back to me later, poured into whatever punishment he devised, was obvious.
But the thought of actually doing it made me want to die of shame. What was I supposed to...
"Hehe. Don't tell me you can't even do the submission pose?"
"Nh?!"
"You can't even manage that basic pose properly. You're not a sex slave at all — just a pathetic excuse for a maid."
"Th-that's not true...!"
Jisu's taunt lit a fire in me, and I dropped into the submission pose on the spot. I could take anything else, but being called pathetic by Jisu? That was not happening.
"S-see...? I can do it too!"
"Oh my, so you can~."
"Heh..."
"But did you know? Right now, Jihye, you look absolutely filthy."
"Nnh?!"
The moment Jisu called me by name, all that puffed-up pride drained right out of me. And in that instant, I understood. I was crouched in front of my closest friends with my skirt hiked up, pussy and breasts completely exposed in the submission pose — and they were looking at me and laughing.
"Nnnnh...!"
"But you really are pretty. Those tits sticking out, that plump little pussy..."
"S-stop...!"
"I'll give you this. You're such an outstanding sex slave, I almost envy Taehyun~."
"Ahn...! Nnhh...♡"
The instant Jisu finished speaking, the vibrators buried in my pussy and ass roared to life. The sudden stimulation wrenched a lewd moan out of me before I even understood what was happening — and then I saw Jisu's smile, and it clicked. What she had just said had been praise. And as my reward, I was being allowed to climax.
"M-Master...! Hyaaahn♡"
"Jihye. Don't let that pose fall apart."
"Hik♡ I-I'll... haaahn♡ nnnnhhh...♡"
My legs tried to snap shut on instinct, but Master stepped in, grabbed them, and forced them wide. Thrashing in a flood of overwhelming pleasure, I poured out filthy, incoherent moans.
There was nowhere to run. Under Master's direction, I had laid every last scrap of my shame bare in front of my friends. And now I had no choice but to let them watch me come.