Disciplining the Arrogant Mesugaki Landlady (4)
Slurrrp.
This mesugaki bitch...
I was in the middle of getting a blowjob from Ayoung when I glanced at Ollie and thought that. I'd already noticed she figured out what the hypnosis suggestion was about.
I'm the one who planted it, after all. This test was all about breaking her mind anyway. Not like with Ayoung, where she shattered unintentionally—this time, I was gonna smash it on purpose.
Not turning her into a bitch puppet like Seoyeon, with layers of suggestions puppeteering her. No, I wanted to make her choose to be my slave of her own will.
If this works, maybe I can smash Seoyeon's original personality too?
I looked around the room. There was a wall clock hanging up.
"Ollie, take down that clock over there."
"Pardon? Got it."
Bunny girl Ollie grabbed a chair and dragged it under the clock.
"Hngh!"
Standing on tiptoes, her pussy was fully visible through the hole in her outfit. Her ass looked like it might burst right through the fabric.
She pulled the ticking clock into her cleavage and hopped down from the chair.
"Where should I put it?"
"Next room."
Click.
She opened the door, set the clock outside, and came back.
"Hand over your phone."
"Sure!"
I turned on the screen after she passed it over.
"Unlock the password."
"Okay."
She tapped in the code with her finger.
I opened the gallery—tons of full-body nudes she'd taken in front of a mirror at the gym, all in the same spot.
"Damn, you were dedicated."
Her calls and messages were piled up too. Even as I scrolled, SNS notifications kept popping.
"Order: Pick five important people you have to contact today and tell 'em you're beat, no big plans, heading back to the hotel to crash."
"Got it."
The lewd bunny-eared Ollie started dialing right in front of me.
"Yeah, Mom? Nothing much today. That call earlier..."
I beckoned her closer.
Step, step.
I slid my fingers into her pussy and worked them.
Squelch, squelch.
"Hahk! Suddenly!"
"No, a dog just jumped out—hngh!"
Squelch, squelch.
"Huh? You hear something weird? No clue here."
"Hahk! Anyway, all good—heading back to the hotel!"
Squelch, squelch.
"Yesss! Hanging up!"
I toyed with her pussy relentlessly through every call after that. Pussy juice dripped everywhere.
She twisted her body to hide it, barely holding out. Finally, her last call ended.
"Ollie, all done?"
"Yes!"
"No one's looking for you now, right?"
"Probably."
"Okay."
She must've sensed her fate now—her body squirmed.
"So... you're gonna rape me now?"
"Hmm... maybe?"
"Yay!"
"Nah, change of plans."
"Then...?"
"From now on, when I say mesugaki, you black out and drop into hypnosis. Order."
Keyword as planned: mesugaki.
"Mesugaki."
Ollie fell under.
"In this room, one minute feels like one hour. Sensitivity on all erogenous zones goes up 10x."
Not sure if it'd stick, but messing with perception like this should work.
"Yes. One minute feels like one hour. Erogenous sensitivity rises 10x."
"Ayoung, grab the restraints from the suitcase."
Handcuffs, blindfold, and the ropes we'd used on Seoyeon.
Time to stock better gear.
I dragged the chair she'd used for the clock to the center of the mirror-walled room.
"Ollie. Sit here."
Pat, pat.
Bunny girl Ollie plopped down in the middle.
Thud.
"Ayoung, tie her to the chair. Cuff her hands and feet."
"Yes!"
Ayoung started binding her turtle-shell style—must've learned from Jian.
I rummaged the suitcase to see what she'd brought.
What's this?
Looked like a collar, but with a red ball attached.
"Ayoung, what's this?"
"Oh, that? It's a ball gag. My ex and I tried it."
"So this was yours?"
"No, brand new. Master, you know SM play?"
"Never done it, but seen it in porn. S is sadist—whips and shit? You're masochist."
"Right. I'm a masochist. Begged my ex for it. Got me way hornier. You caught on quick..."
"But SM itself? Skipped those massage wand scenes in porn."
Though trying it now, I got why they torment with rotors and dildos.
"Embarrassing, but my ex was small, so SM play helped. We matched well."
I picked up the ball gag.
"How's it work?"
Ayoung paused tying and demonstrated.
"Bite the ball."
She chomped it and tightened the strap herself.
"Mmmph! Mmph!"
"Just a gag. But damn, it's hot."
I could hypnotize silence, but the effort plus drool made it kinkier.
She unbuckled it easily, like a pro.
"That's how."
"You two tried everything? Should've mentioned this sooner."
"Yes... you never asked before, Master."
Fair.
"Keep tying Ollie then."
Suitcase was packed with all sorts of new toys.
"So much stuff? What's this? For binding?"
Black belts with rings at the joints.
"For torso binding, Master. Tightens so she can't move."
"Should've used this instead of rope?"
"Almost done anyway, Master."
Sure enough, Ollie was trussed to the chair.
"I'll cuff her. You attach rotors to her nipples."
I cuffed her wrists behind the chairback, then ankles. Ayoung clipped rotors to each nipple.
Finally, rotor for her clit and electric dildo for her pussy.
Squish.
I shoved the dildo in deep and taped the rotor to her clit.
"Masterpiece."
Naked Ayoung commented while working.
"Right? Wish you could tie me up like this too, Master."
"Yeah? Tied as the building's communal human toilet?"
"If you want."
No, you're too valuable for that right now.
Finally, I Sharpied "Olivia" under her navel piercing.
Click, click. Photos sent to Jian and Seoyeon with "Whaddya think?"
Time to wake her?
"When I clap, you snap out."
Clap!
"Gasp!"
She shuddered.
"What the— I can't move!!"
Snapped awake, panicking at the bonds.
"Look in the mirror."
"Huh?"
Reflected: bunny ears, black leotard, wooden ropes binding tight. Cuffed limbs, rotors on nipples, dildo stuffed in.
"How do you look?"
"I can't understand you! I wanna call the cops! Don't untie me!"
"Can't make out what I'm saying?"
"Why're you talking so sloooow?"
"Okay. It's working perfect."
One minute feels like an hour to her—my words drag like molasses, incomprehensible.
I hit the remotes: rotors and dildo on.
Vrrr, whirr.
Squelch, squelch.
Dildo pistoned wildly; rotors buzzed her nipples and clit.
"Hahk, hngh!"
She thought she held it in, but 5 seconds later—huge moan.
"Haaaaang!"
15 seconds.
"Haaang, not cumming!"
Squiiiirt.
15 seconds: orgasm, squirting hard.
By 30, eyes rolling back.
One minute: nothing but moans.
"Haaaak, haaaang."
Body trembling, two orgasms down—but toys only at one minute.
I paused the vibes. Wrote on paper, passed to Ayoung: show her.
Declare you're my slave, and I'll let you go.
"Declare you're my slave, and I'll let you go?"
She read it right.
"I'll be your slave! Seongtae's slave! Don't untie me ever!"
Not yet.
Vrrr.
Cranked to level 7 of 10.
"Haaaaang."
10x sensitivity: one minute feels like an hour of torment.
Pure orgasm torture.
"Ayoung, ball gag her."
Ayoung gagged her.
"Mmmph."
No resistance, no words.
Now, infinite orgasms till obedience hits 100%.
I'll use Ayoung meanwhile.
"Ayoung, lie on the floor. Pussy this time."
"Yes."
She spread wide, parting her lips.
I slammed into her pussy with Ollie watching.
Squish.
"Haaang, Master's cock's finally inside!"
Her warm walls clenched knowingly.
Squelch, squelch, smack, smack.
Mid-thrust, I asked.
"Hey, Ayoung—you still fertile?"
"Hahk! Yes, still get periods!"
"Cool."
I stirred deep, hunting her womb.
"Tell me when I hit your womb."
"Hngh, feel you churning inside!"
Poke, poke.
Got it.
"Hahk, haahk, that's my womb!"
"Wanna see if it'll open?"
"Huh?"
If she were loved, no way—but she's just a toy.
I rammed hard, drilling the entrance.
Gruuush.
"Hahk, hurts, Master!"
No give.
'Tough nut.'
"This?"
Bottomed out, then levered up hard—tip bulging her skin.
"Haaaaang!"
Palmed the outline, crushing her womb-tip.
Squiiiirt.
"Master, cummiiiing! From womb touch!!"
Her pussy clamped, then gushed all over me.
Squish, knead.
Every press broke her brain.
"Heeeng! Haaaang!"
Found it: Ayoung's womb spot.
"Porchio, right? How's it?"
Squish.
Squirt.
No answer—back-to-back orgasms.
Just pressing makes her cum? Try on Seoyeon later.
Ayoung went limp, pussy slack.
Thumb and middle on her womb: flicked hard.
Snap!
Skin swelled red.
"Hngh, hurts!"
"Passing out before I cum? Lost your grip."
"Clenching! Clenchiiing, Master!"
Sure enough, tight again.
Squelch, smack.
Climax building.
"Cumming, Ayoung!"
"Cum in me! If it's a girl, raise her like Seoyeon for youuu!"
"You're insane too—ngh."
Squelch, smack sprint.
"Hiiik! Cumming agaaain!!!"
Spurt, splurt.
Flooded her womb.
Plop!
Gushed out.
"Phew, *cough*, thank you for using my pussy."
"Tch, disappointing. Seoyeon milks better..."
"I-I'll lick it clean!"
Lick, lick.
Ayoung lapped her pussy juice-mixed cum from the floor.
"Ayoung, clean the floor first—who cleans my dick?"
"Sorry!!!"
She bolted up, licking cum and juices off my cock.
"Fuu..."
Stroking her head mid-clean, I eyed Ollie.
"Grk, grrrk."
Foam on her gag, drool streaming. Dildo buzzed, pushed out by juices.
Body quaking silently; chair pooled with her fluids.
How many minutes? Mind breaking yet?
Reached for phone— Ayoung finished, mouth open with pooled spit and cum, eyes begging to swallow.
"Go ahead."
Gulp, gulp.
"Master's cum's delicious."
Now, the contract?
Then—voices from afar.
Sukja and Dalgeon?
Door burst open.
"Seongtae!" Dalgeon.
But Sukja's look...?
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