I Went Home With My Slave
‘Should I get married?’
Ahn Juyeon’s question left me momentarily speechless.
She was asking me for permission over her own life.
I’d turned her into my slave, sure, but deciding the entire future of one woman, one person, wasn’t something I could do lightly.
Just to be clear, I’m not that much of a piece of shit.
‘If I told you not to, you wouldn’t?’
‘I wouldn’t.’
‘Then if I told you to?’
‘I would.’
‘…….’
‘What the hell? Are you telling me to do it or not?’
‘G-give me some time to think.’
‘What? If anyone saw this they’d think Oppa just got proposed to.’
‘…….’
I shoveled food into my mouth without tasting a thing and left the restaurant in a daze. Whether inside the restaurant, outside, or even back at the company, all eyes stayed glued to us.
My face is burning up.
For someone whose MBTI starts with I, this is straight-up poison. Poisonous bitch.
‘Was this your plan all along, Ahn Juyeon?’
She’d chosen the bold strategy of dragging me into embarrassment on purpose.
If so, she’d played her cards pretty damn well.
Because that tactic worked extremely well… Fuck.
Ground floor. Quitting time.
The moment I stepped out of the elevator, Ahn Juyeon was already waiting.
“Ooooppa~♡”
She ran over and threw herself into my arms, pressing her chest against me. Her massive breasts squished softly against mine.
The people who had gotten off the elevator with me stared in utter shock.
“Why are you so late?”
“C-can you not do this at the company?”
“Aww, come on~”
“Stay a little behind me and follow.”
“Yeees~”
Click-clack. Click-clack.
That sound kept following right behind me.
I felt like I was developing neurosis.
Up until now, whenever I heard those heels at the company I’d always avoided her first. If I didn’t, she’d immediately start picking a fight.
But now instead of picking fights, she was clinging to me.
“Oppa, want to eat dinner before we go home?”
“N-no.”
My stomach had been hurting since lunch; the last thing I wanted was food.
“Then let’s go to my place today.”
“What?”
“At my house… you can make me scream as loud as you want…♡”
Ahn Juyeon whispered it right into my ear.
Before I knew it, I was being pulled by her hand into a taxi.
When I came to my senses, we were standing in front of Ahn Juyeon’s apartment.
‘Wait, isn’t her boyfriend supposed to be waiting here?’
Was I actually fucked?
Had she been toying with me this whole time just for this moment? Ahn Juyeon!
It’s fine. I still have my secret weapon: scheduled uploads…
“…There’s no one?”
No one was inside Ahn Juyeon’s apartment.
“What do you mean?”
“…Your boyfriend.”
“Ehh? Oppa, did you seriously think I’d have my boyfriend waiting here?!”
“……Ahem.”
“Really, what do I have to do for you to believe me? I’ve given you everything. I gave you my body, my secrets, even my reputation at the company. I gave it all to you.”
“Y-yeah, I guess you did.”
Now that she mentioned it, she really had given me everything.
…Maybe I was being too paranoid and suspicious.
Right. Too many things had happened. Or rather, were happening.
I was the one holding her leash. There was no reason not to trust her.
“I-I’ll trust you.”
“Really?”
At that, Ahn Juyeon’s face lit up like the sun.
“Yeah. I’ll try believing you.”
“Then I’ll do my best for you too, Oppa… I mean, Master♡”
Ahn Juyeon buried herself in my arms. When I stroked her head, she beamed with a bright smile.
“But Master. Have you thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“My marriage.”
“Ah.”
“You’re so mean. I’m seriously sulking now, okay?”
“Sorry.”
Wait, why the hell am I the one being trained here?
Why do I keep apologizing?
Why does Ahn Juyeon keep looking so damn cute?
…Where did the leash go? I was definitely holding it.
“That man is a good person, but I never loved him… I loved his money, not him.
If Master tells me not to marry him, I want to end it quickly. That would be the polite thing to do for him…”
“I see.”
She used to be such a total bitch, but in just a few days she’d become ridiculously obedient.
I really did a good job reshaping her.
At this rate, was I going to conquer the entire field of psychotherapy too? Jung Sunghyuk! Dr. Jung!
“End it.”
“Yes.”
“And… can I ask you something too?”
“Yes, Master.”
“It’s about your little sister.”
‘…….’
Ahn Juyeon lifted her face from my chest. She stared at me with a hardened expression.
“……Can we not talk about that right now?”
This bitch.
She was starting to resist my orders little by little?
The stress I couldn’t release earlier surged up all at once. If I backed down here, I’d lose control.
I am the Master. I am the Master.
I… am the Master!
“Ahn Juyeon.”
“…Yes?”
“You said you’d give me everything, right? Your body, your heart, all your secrets.”
“…….”
“But it looks like you held something back?”
“…….”
“Get on the floor.”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
“……Yeees.”
Ahn Juyeon immediately dropped to the floor in the entryway. She placed her palms and knees on the cold marble.
“Ass up.”
The black H-line skirt she loved to wear stretched tight. Her large ass and the line of her panties became clearly visible.
When I rolled the skirt up to her waist, her black stockings and black panties were revealed. Her perfectly shaped, apple-like ass was on full display.
Smack—!
I slapped her ass hard with my open palm. The elastic flesh pushed back against my hand with a satisfying smack.
“Ahk—!”
Smack—!
“Ahhaak—!”
Smack—!
“Hyaang!”
Smack—!
“Haaung!”
…
After slapping her about twenty times, my hand was tingling.
Ahn Juyeon was trembling, her ass quivering as she pissed herself. The urine that soaked through her pantyhose dripped onto the entryway floor and over her shoes left there.
“Haa… haat…”
“Ahn Juyeon.”
“Haat… yeees…”
“What are Master’s orders?”
“Ab… absolute… obedience—oot!”
I grabbed her limp ponytail and yanked it, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“Good. From now on, don’t answer my questions with more questions, okay?”
“Yeees… I’m sowwy…♡”
The arrogant face from earlier was completely gone. All that remained was the unmistakable face of a slave—an animal waiting for her Master’s commands and touch.
“Crawl inside.”
“Yes…”
With an awkward, wobbling posture, Ahn Juyeon crawled forward. Her wet ass stayed fully exposed as she made her way into the living room.
She left a trail of her own piss behind her like some twisted version of Hansel and Gretel.
“Haa… Master… I’m here…”
Her flushed face was filled with anticipation. She was already in full enjoyment mode.
Giving her what she wanted wouldn’t be a punishment.
I am the Master.
The man who holds the whip.
Earn your own carrots, slave.
“Roll over.”
“Yeees…”
Ahn Juyeon flipped onto her back like a dog and stuck her tongue out.
How should I torment this bitch?
“…I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes?”
“I don’t think I should give you what you want.”
“…What??”
“Remember last weekend? When I refused to give you what you wanted and tormented you instead, you became perfectly obedient.”
“M-Master?”
The face that had been full of eager expectation slowly twisted. Worry, disappointment, and shock flooded in. She looked like she was about to cry.
“So I’m not going to give it to you this time either.”
“M-Master, I was wrong!”
I stepped on her chest as she tried to sit up.
“Stay down.”
“……M-Masteeer…”
“I was planning not to fuck you at all this weekend. If you feel like spilling your secrets, you have until the weekend to talk.”
“……!”
“If you let the weekend pass, there’s no mercy. After that, nothing will ever go inside your pussy again. For the rest of your life.”
“……!!!”
“I’ll put a lock on it and only allow you to piss.”
“N-nooo…!”
“So, you want to talk now?”
“…….”
But she squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. It must have been an incredibly painful memory.
Well, that’s your problem.
“Really? Then let’s enjoy ourselves until the weekend.”
“M-Master, wai—hk!”
I pressed my heel down on top of her panties. I could feel the soft, plump flesh of her pussy beneath the fabric and the black stockings as I ground my heel against her.
“You’re not allowed to cum without permission? I warned you, didn’t I?”
“Hiiiaaak—?!”
Squelch, squelch—
Even through two layers—panties and stockings—the wet, sloppy sounds were loud.
She was already soaked.
‘You got this drenched just thinking about getting pounded by me?’
At the company she kept crossing the line because she was thrilled that I was embarrassed.
Did she think I’d get angry after work and fuck her senseless?
If so, she was dead wrong.
“Looks like you’ve been taking me lightly.”
I pressed down harder with my heel. Her plump pussy lips spread apart, letting my heel sink between them. It looked like her cunt was biting down on my heel.
“Hyaang—! No! That’s not it!”
She shook her head frantically.
“Didn’t you say with your own mouth that you’d become my slave? That you’d do anything I ordered?”
“I did— I did—!”
“Then you should keep your word. Can’t even follow through on what you said yourself?”
“I will—! I’ll keep it—!!”
Rub rub rub—!
I ground my heel violently against her pussy, like I was revving a motorcycle against a childhood friend’s crotch.
My heel, like the rear wheel of a motorcycle doing a wheelie, raced across the black track. Vroooom—!
“Hik! Hiyat! Hiiiiiaaaaang—♡♡♡!!”
Rubrubrubrub—!
“Haaaguuuuh—♡♡♡!!”
Ahn Juyeon’s waist jerked upward. My heel grew hot.
Sluuurp— sluuuurp! Sluuuuuuurp—…
“Hiiak! Hiiiiiaaak…!”
Ahn Juyeon soaked her panties and stockings completely, her whole body shuddering. Even as she stuck her tongue out and drooled, her stomach and chest heaved.
“Haaak… haaak… haaak…”
“You came all by yourself again.”
“Haaak… sorry… haak… I’m sorry…”
“This won’t do. You have no self-control at all.”
She shook her head desperately.
“No, nooo. I was wrong—!”
“Remember what you used to say to me back then?”
“…Yeees??”
I lowered my posture and brought my face close to hers.
“You said I was too stupid to understand words, that I should get it the first time you said it.”
The flush that had filled Ahn Juyeon’s face vanished in an instant, turning deathly pale. Her ragged breathing stopped completely.
“D-did I… say that…?”
“Yeah. I have a good memory, don’t I?”
“I’m sorry……”
“But you can’t even understand my words the first time? What did I just say? I told you not to cum without permission, didn’t I?”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… hic.”
Big tears welled up in her large eyes.
I wasn’t falling for it.
Actually, it didn’t matter anymore whether it was genuine or an act. Ahn Juyeon was my slave, and I was simply training a slave who dared disobey her Master’s commands.
“A bitch like you doesn’t even deserve my hands.”
I lightly stepped on her stomach with the same foot I’d just used to rub her pussy. The area around the navel of her pure white shirt began to turn yellow.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being a bitch who doesn’t even deserve your hands…”
“From now until tomorrow morning, every time you cum without permission, I’m adding one day of no dick.”
“Eh?!”
“You just came once, so that’s one extra day. If you don’t like it, tell me everything today. Guess you can’t wait until the weekend after all.”
“W-wait a seco—hooook!!”
Press—!
I pressed my heel firmly down on her soaking wet panties again.
“Haak, haak…!”
Ahn Juyeon’s legs twitched weakly.
“Haak, haak, haak… Master, Master!”
She reached toward her own crotch, then stroked the stomach I’d stepped on, then almost touched my foot before stopping herself.
Slide— I dragged my heel along her drenched panties. Ahn Juyeon’s fingers and toes spread wide.
“Hik!”
Slide… slide…
The sound of my sock rubbing against her stockings, the wet squelching of her pussy against her panties, and Ahn Juyeon’s ragged breathing and moans filled the room.
“Haak, haak… Hiyat! Haak, hyaaang♡!”
Ahn Juyeon spread her arms toward me. She stuck her tongue out as if begging to be held, to be kissed.
“Mashter… Mashter…♡”
Instead of bringing my lips to hers, I lifted the foot that had been grinding against her pussy.
Ahn Juyeon looked up at me with a desperate, longing expression.
I brought the foot that had just been rubbing her cunt right in front of her lewd face.
“Lick it clean.”
A lewd close-up of Ahn Juyeon’s tear-streaked, flushed face as she obediently extends her tongue toward a foot still glistening with her own juices.
