Pendant and the End of Kegel and Spanking
By the time the Kegel exercises and spanking came to an end, Rene’s face had turned a deep, vivid red.
“Hngh…”
She was breathing hard, gasping from the intense Kegel session. I gently stroked her bottom, which was radiating a faint, lingering heat.
“How does it feel? Are you feeling it?”
“Sh… shut up.”
Her eyes glared at me fiercely, but her breath carried a sweet, obscene scent.
“Fine, whatever. Let’s check for ourselves.”
My hand slid between her thighs.
“W-wait?!”
Her pussy was soaking wet, slick and slippery. I pulled my fingers out, coated in her juices, and held them up to her face.
“What is this?”
“Ugh…”
Embarrassed, she turned her head away. I deliberately rubbed my fingers together, showing her how the viscous fluid stretched like threads before snapping.
“I asked you what this is.”
“I… I don’t know!”
Rene squeezed her eyes shut.
“If you don’t tell me right now, I’m going to put it in your mouth.”
“N-no! I don’t want that!”
She stared at her own arousal with pure disgust in her eyes.
“Then answer quickly. What is this?”
“It’s… it’s my love juice…”
“That’s strange. You were only doing Kegel exercises and getting your ass lightly spanked. There shouldn’t have been any reason for you to get this wet, right?”
Simply hitting the buttocks doesn’t provide direct sexual stimulation. But if you build anticipation, make the area extremely sensitive first, and then strike, the body reacts with arousal. This wasn’t because Rene was some kind of pervert; it was simply the natural response of a female.
“I… I don’t know.”
Too ashamed to look at me, she kept her eyes tightly closed. I pushed her toward the sofa and made her sit down. Glancing at the clock, it was already 11:30. Time to move on to the next part of the schedule.
“Haa… my ass is still trembling…”
Rene, clearly exhausted from her first experience with intense Kegel training, looked drained. I handed her a transparent mouthpiece. Her face went pale at the sight of it.
“Again? Don’t you ever get tired?”
“I have to earn my keep. And where did your polite speech go?”
“Ugh… haa… fine.”
Rene reluctantly placed the mouthpiece in her mouth.
“Take off your pants.”
“Take them off for me.”
She looked up at me.
“I’m really tired, you know?”
“Even so, you shouldn’t forget your duty as a slave.”
Too exhausted to argue, Rene reached out and unbuckled my belt.
“Hurry up and get hard.”
With those words, she took my still-soft cock into her mouth. Eager to make me erect, she began rubbing her tongue against it.
Before long, it was lunchtime. Lili entered the training room and began preparing our meal. Today’s menu was pizza and juice. Since the menu seemed to change every day, I asked,
“Lili, does the menu change every single day?”
“Yes, that is correct.”
Once she finished setting everything up, she bowed politely to me.
“I will take my leave now.”
Rene glanced at Lili as she left with precise, courteous movements and muttered,
“Ugh… I feel like I’m going to throw up.”
“Why?”
“Master keeps making me drink that weird stuff. I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to go brush my teeth.”
-Rustle.
Rene stood up and headed to the bathroom. I watched her go and picked up a slice of pizza.
Is there any way to make her want to drink it every day?
Brain surgery would do the trick, but those kinds of slaves don’t live very long. They’d need to drink expensive potions daily, and there was always the risk of death if something went wrong. It didn’t match my aesthetic at all.
-Munch…
But damn, this pizza is really good.
Is the association’s chef different from the others?
I had eaten about two slices by the time Rene returned.
-Rustle.
“Augh… Master, why do you keep trying to feed me something that tastes so bad?”
Bringing that up while I was eating was a bit nauseating. Seriously, why the hell does she keep talking about cum while we’re having a meal?
“Are you really going to keep talking about that while we’re eating?”
I sounded irritated, but Rene simply sat down, grabbed a slice of pizza, and moved it onto her own plate.
“No, it’s just weird. Why do you keep making me eat that?”
She wiped the oil from her hands with a handkerchief.
“Because it’s Master’s precious fluid, that’s why.”
Rene glared at me as she spoke.
“Then can I bite your neck and drink your precious blood?”
Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous light.
“That sounds pretty scary. Most men feel a sense of conquest when a woman treats their semen as something precious. So if you want to be loved by your Master, Rene, you should eat it deliciously every day from now on.”
It was only natural for a man to enjoy watching a woman lovingly consume his semen. I didn’t fully understand why, but I assumed it was tied to some primal instinct. That was exactly why this small act of service could move a man so deeply. Naturally, it was something I needed to train her in.
Rene asked, looking puzzled.
“A sense of conquest?”
“Yes. Isn’t it arousing to think that such a beautiful woman is eating the seed of life from inside my body?”
Rene stared at me blankly.
“You’re forcing me to drink something disgusting just because of that?”
“Yes, exactly. Oh, right. We have a guest coming today, so keep that in mind.”
“A guest?”
The person who was supposed to make the pendant for Rene’s outings was scheduled to visit today. Originally it had been a few days ago, but Veloki had sent a letter saying the schedule was delayed, so they would come after lunch today.
“Yes.”
“Who is it?”
“The person who’s going to make you a present, Rene.”
Rene scrunched up her face in displeasure.
“…That makes me think of the dog collar you gave me the first time.”
-Munch munch.
She took a big bite of pizza after speaking.
“I didn’t give it to you. I lent it to you. This one will have a much better design.”
It was the collar I had borrowed to suppress the effects of the slave brand on her body when we moved. Since going out or moving always cost money, I decided to have one custom-made this time. Besides, when I eventually sold Rene at auction, I could offer it as a set.
After finishing her pizza, she asked me,
“But why are you so obsessed with collars?”
Because the slave brand activates if you go out without one?
Telling her the truth might come back to bite me if she tried to escape later, so I gave a vague answer.
“It’s like a symbol of slavery, I suppose? Something like that.”
She looked at me like I was trash.
“…I see.”
“Yes, yes. Hurry up and eat.”
Just as we were finishing and cleaning up, there was a knock at the door.
-Knock knock.
“Yes, coming.”
-Click.
When I opened the door, I saw a woman with blue hair who looked to be in her forties.
“Hello. I am Designer Anne, here at Mr. Veloki’s request.”
I extended my hand for a handshake.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Arthur. Please come in.”
“Thank you. Excuse me.”
-Creak. Click.
Once the door was firmly shut, I put on my most professional smile.
“You can sit on the sofa over there. Rene? Could you bring us something to drink?”
She answered with a clearly reluctant expression.
“Fiiine.”
Her unusually obedient response made me suspicious, so I added,
“If you mess with the drinks, you should know that your punishment will increase dramatically.”
When I spoke coldly, she went to the kitchen without another word. I turned my attention back to Anne, who pulled a catalog from her bag and showed it to me.
“Since you didn’t specify a particular design, I prepared some samples. Do you have any preferences?”
I didn’t have anything specific in mind, so I figured I’d just pick something from here.
“I’ll take a look first.”
I flipped through the first page.
Whoa, even a dog collar would be classy compared to this.
There were leashes, nipple piercings, earring-style pieces, ones meant for the clitoris, belly button rings, and all sorts of bizarre variations. What the hell was that thing designed to hang from the labia majora? A choker with a tiny yellow bell attached to a collar?
Piercings could only satisfy a small portion of customers. Considering people who disliked piercings, I decided to exclude those options. If a buyer wanted them, they could take the slave and do it themselves. Such extreme tastes weren’t ideal for business.
But what should I choose?
-Clack.
Rene placed a glass of water on the tea table. I decided to let her pick.
“Rene, you choose. But nothing too expensive.”
After getting burned last time, I would have to check the final price myself.
“What is this?”
She took the catalog and flipped through it a few times. Her eyes were filled with clear disgust.
“What do you mean? It’s a gift.”
“This kind of thing?”
Anne smiled at me and said,
“Your slave still lacks proper manners.”
Who does she think she is, talking about my slave like that?
I smiled back and replied,
“Well, she only arrived a few days ago. She still doesn’t know her place, just like you.”
She asked again as if she hadn’t heard clearly.
“Pardon?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
I wonder if she really didn’t hear me.
“Are you… picking a fight with me right now?”
I usually avoided conflict as much as possible, but maybe making money lately had made me bolder. I must have lost my sense of caution. I calmly told the sharp-eyed woman,
“Yes, that’s right. Any artist would feel bad if their work was insulted. In that sense, you’re the one who lacks manners, Miss Anne.”
Realizing what I meant, her face turned bright red.
“Ahem… that’s true. I would be angry too if someone insulted something I designed. I’m sorry.”
Since she apologized so readily, I did the same.
“Yes, I was a bit harsh with my words as well.”
While listening to our exchange, Rene quietly pointed at one of the designs. It was a simple pendant. A circular pendant with a blue gem embedded in the center.
“Ah, that one is a pendant that can hold a picture, a poem, or a letter inside. There are also versions that count the number of times. Do you have a specific shape in mind?”
Rene answered firmly.
“Please engrave a double-headed eagle on it.”
Anne frowned at those words.
“A double-headed… eagle? That… that symbol?”
It was the emblem representing the Emperor and the Empire. It was not something that should be engraved on a slave’s belongings.
“You’re Mr. Arthur, correct? Engraving such a symbol would be blasphemous. Both of you could be hanged for it.”
“My slave’s mind isn’t entirely sound, so please just ignore her. As for the emblem… just a moment.”
I had been about to remove the symbol, but something suddenly occurred to me. Where had I put that sketch I made before? I went to my room and brought out the personal crest I had designed long ago. It was a symbol I had created because I wanted to make a lot of money. It was the dollar sign, $.
I handed the blueprint to Anne and asked,
“Would something like this be possible?”
Anne looked at my drawing.
“Yes, it’s possible. The price is one silver, and you should be able to receive it in about a week. How would you like to pay?”
I was already writing out a check as she spoke.
“I’ll pay by check. Here you go.”
-Rustle.
Anne took the check I offered and asked,
“Shall I have it delivered by courier?”
“Yes, please do that.”
With a smile on her lips, she gathered her things to leave and handed me a white piece of paper.
“Ah, this is my business card. If you need any changes, please contact me.”
As she disappeared, I looked at Rene and grinned.
“Haa… now that mealtime is over, it’s time to continue your training.”