35. The Cocky Brat Building Owner's Slave Contract (6)
I pulled the contract Dalgeon had prepared out of my bag. Ollie, sitting in the chair, was just sucking my cock like the good slave she was.
Slurp... slurrrp...
Honestly, Ollie had already surrendered her mind completely, so she didn't even need the contract—it was more of a ritual.
"Here you go, Seongtae-nim."
I took the contract from Dalgeon.
"Stop sucking for a sec."
"Puha! Yes!"
"Sukja, film this with your phone. You're Ollie's legal proxy, right?"
"Me?"
Thwack!
Dalgeon suddenly kicked Sukja right in the ass.
"Gaaah!"
"You bitch! Seongtae-nim is the man I serve—listen up and do it quick! 'Me?' Who the fuck do you think you are, you ill-mannered slut?!"
"I'm sorry! Cheolyong-ssi! Sorry, Seongtae-nim! I'll film right now."
"Tch, Dalgeon, that was a bit much. And keep it down."
Sukja, phone trembling in her hands, started filming Ollie.
"Sorry, Seongtae-nim."
I turned to Ollie.
"Kneel and read this contract out loud yourself. Look at the camera over there."
"Yes, Master."
Ollie took the contract with a blank expression and began reciting its terms toward the phone's camera lens.
"Han Seongtae, hereinafter referred to as Party A, and Choi Ga-eun, hereinafter referred to as Party B, hereby enter into the following slave contract."
Her voice was quiet—not because of the unfair terms, but probably because she wasn't thinking much about it.
"Louder, Ollie."
Ollie read the clauses in a booming voice.
"One: Party B cedes to Party A not only physical rights but all rights owned by Party B. This includes the human rights granted to Party B. Therefore, Party B is legally a slave or object with no human rights, and acknowledges Party A, who holds ownership and possession rights over Party B, as Master."
"Two: Party B swears absolute obedience to any command given by Party A, Party B's Master."
"Three: All rights of Party B, as well as all personal property, belong to Party A. The building owned by Party B, 'Gaeun Building,' shall henceforth be renamed 'Sex Building' and referred to as such. All revenue generated from properties previously owned by Party B shall be transferred to Party A in cooperation with Party A's tax accountant and lawyer."
"Four: Party B's social position within the facility shall henceforth be 'public human toilet.' A public human toilet is a sex slave who complies with any sexual demands from Party A and employees of companies operated by Party A. Scat play is excluded."
"Five: Party B is prohibited from wearing clothing within the facility without Party A's permission and must live naked, always prepared for sex at any time."
"Six: Party B cannot disclose to outsiders any acts performed within the facility and bears a duty of confidentiality."
"Seven: Outside the facility, Party B must imitate the life of 'Choi Ga-eun from her human days.' However, sexual acts with others are prohibited without Party A's permission. Party B must also compile and periodically report events from external activities."
"Eight: Henceforth, the meaning of Party B's life is limited solely to providing maximum satisfaction to Party A."
Just before Ollie reached the final clause, I tossed her the dog collar I'd prepared.
"Nine: This contract takes effect immediately upon Party B voluntarily donning the dog collar and remains valid until Party B's death. If Party B bears children, their rights also belong to Party A."
"Master, that's everything."
It was a shocking contract that went beyond body surrender, renouncing her mind and very humanity—but Ollie read it flatly.
"Miss Olivia..."
Sukja was the one freaking out, her hands shaking violently on the phone. She muttered stuff like "this is insane" between spasms.
"How's that feel, Choi Ga-eun? No, Ollie."
"I..."
Ollie glanced at the dog collar on the floor, then picked it up.
Click.
She fastened it around her own neck and declared,
"I, Ollie, dedicate my past life and all my future to my Master. I renounce all my physical rights and swear to live as a public human toilet from now on. Thank you, Master, for giving purpose to my wandering life. I will do my utmost to satisfy you."
Ollie prostrated herself and handed me the leash handle.
"Good girl, Ollie. Perfect answer."
"Master, per the contract, may I start by taking off my clothes?"
"Yeah, strip."
"Yes! Thank you, Master!"
Ollie naturally went full nude.
"Now just one last thing. Dalgeon, bring the seal."
"Yes, Seongtae-nim."
"I've got the collar on—what else is left?"
"Gotta stamp it."
"Hehe, right!"
She grinned ear-to-ear even reading the blatantly unequal terms.
"That happy about it?"
"Of course!"
Dalgeon brought the ink pad. Ollie said to me,
"Master, Sukja should have my seal..."
"Nah, you've got the best seal right there."
"Huh... Should I use my fingerprint?"
"No."
"My lips then?"
"Last chance. Think hard, or I rip up the contract."
"Nooo, Master, don't! I really wanna sign it..."
"Then pick right. What do you think I'd like?"
Ollie groaned, pondering what her Master would love.
"Ah! Master, I'll stamp it with my pussy! That's perfect, right? Symbolizing me giving up my life as a human woman!"
"Good girl! Ollie."
I stroked her head.
"Hehehe."
Pussy stamp.
Perfect final symbol for a contract renouncing all her rights.
Ollie placed the ink pad on the floor.
"Master, I'll give up everything! I'll live for you from now on."
Squish...
Her slick, pussy-juiced lips got coated in red ink.
"Here it goes!"
She clutched the contract like a sacred relic, set it on the floor, and spread her legs wide.
Drip... drip...
Her arousal dripped onto the clean A4 paper, the red-inked drops staining it beautifully.
"Ahh, sorry, Master. My pussy juice dripped on the contract. Hngh..."
"It's fine. Makes it better. Now stamp it."
"Yesss! Master, I'm renouncing my life as Choi Ga-eun now!!"
Squiiiish!
Finally, she stamped the signature line next to her name with her pussy.
"Haaaang, I'm so happy!!"
Ollie handed me the paper directly.
"Here, Master!"
"Hahaha, like it, Ollie?"
"Yes!!"
I signaled Sukja to stop filming.
The contract bore a clear imprint of her labia. The ink was so thick, even the clit hole was vividly exposed.
"Perfect contract. Congrats, Ollie. You're officially my slave now."
"Thank you, Master."
Clap clap clap.
We all applauded.
"Congratulations, Master! Seongtae-nim!"
Ollie said,
"Hngh... Master, I kinda came a little while stamping..."
"Why? Felt that good?"
"It's like... Confirming it myself, renouncing my human life—it got me so excited..."
"Heh, I see. First day without your humanity, so how about crawling on all fours today?"
"Yes!!"
Ollie got on all fours. I grabbed her leash and tugged.
"Hmm. Weird. You're not human anymore, Ollie—why are you still talking?"
"Kiiing! Ang ang! Heok heok."
Ayoung watched with jealous envy, leash in my hand.
"What? Wanna sign one too?"
"Yes... I do."
"Not today—next time with Seoyeon, you two can do a mother-daughter stamp."
"Yes yes yes, I wanna do it!!"
"Good."
I pressed hard on Ayoung's developed womb with my hand.
"Heuuuk."
Pssshhh!
Thud.
Ayoung squirted violently while standing and collapsed.
Now she'll probably cum just from a belly poke?
"You too—collar up."
"Yes, Master."
While Ayoung fetched her collar, I approached Dalgeon.
"Seongtae-nim... you're amazing."
"Whatever. Call Sia on the phone, see if she can come."
"I'll contact her right away."
Sukja was hiding behind Dalgeon.
"Dalgeon, you've had your fun with Sukja now, right?"
"Yes!"
I tugged Ollie's leash and looked at Sukja.
"You're Ollie's servant, right?"
"Yes..."
"So if I'm Ollie's Master, what does that make me to you? Right, Ollie?"
"Ang ang!"
Ollie glared at Sukja.
Sukja glanced at Dalgeon. Feeling her eyes, he said,
"What're you waiting for? Do what Seongtae-nim wants."
"Yes. Then... I'll put on a collar too."
"Puhahaha, lawyers really are smart."
Ayoung handed Sukja a dog collar.
"Sob sob."
Sukja collared herself.
Soon, three naked women knelt on all fours before me, all leashed like dogs.
"This is the life."
Ollie and Ayoung beamed happily; Sukja looked like she was dying.
"Shall we head out?"
"Yes!!"
I opened the door and led the three leashes into the hallway. Ayoung was somewhat used to this by now. Ollie barked ang ang!
Sukja just tried futilely to cover herself. But thanks to my security suggestions, she couldn't scream for help. She obeyed commands due to hypnosis too, but I'd left most of her mind intact, so she seemed relatively "normal" compared to the others.
Of course, with that condom full of Cheolyong's cum dangling from her earring.
"No elevator—let's take the stairs."
"Ang ang!"
"Yes!!"
"Sob sob, this is so embarrassing."
We climbed to the 6th floor via stairs. I'd been here before, but back then the whole floor was Ollie's fancy home—pretty spacious.
It had floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking everything outside.
I pointed to one spot.
"Line up and kneel here."
Ayoung, Ollie, Sukja knelt side by side.
"First one to crawl around this space eight laps fastest gets five minutes sucking my cock."
"Ang!"
Ollie bolted at the words.
"Ollie, come back."
"Kiiiing."
"Ollie, listen to the end in Korean. You go when I say 3, 2, 1, go."
"Yes!"
"Ang ang!"
"3."
Ollie and Ayoung's eyes turned feral, glaring at each other like they couldn't lose.
"2."
It was hilarious watching them poised to launch, so I paused a beat.
"1."
But Sukja looked totally unmotivated.
What a drag. Maybe just treat her like a puppet? Annoying.
"Reeeady."
Plop.
The two ready to sprint at the signal slumped down.
"What now? Looks like Sukja doesn't wanna. She's no fun—maybe skip her?"
Ayoung and Ollie death-glared Sukja.
Ayoung snapped,
"Hey, you bitch! Get your head in the game!"
Ollie slapped Sukja with her front paw.
"Grrrrowl! Woof woof!"
Fun.
"Sorry... sorry! I'll run! Seongtae-nim, one more chance please!"
"If you want it that bad. Ready~"
All three got into position.
"3, 2, 1—go!!!"
Whoosh!
As expected from young, athletic blood—Ollie shot ahead first.
Her massive tits and ass jiggled wildly.
Ayoung, with her crawling experience, quickly caught up.
Her huge tits and the "Public Anal Slave Kim Ayoung" tattoo on her back looked great.
Sukja, flat-chested, barely kept up.
"Hahaha, you all want this dick that bad?"
"Yes! Master—huff huff."
"Ang ang!"
I watched for about a lap.
Time to make a call. I dialed Jian.
She's alone, huh.
Haeun's voice.
Squelch squelch. Jian messing around.
Call ended.
Seoyeon's probably busy, but training camp hasn't fully started, so she might come.
I left a Telegram message.
So for now, calling everyone to the building: Sia, Jian, Haeun, and Seoyeon.
Should round up the whole hypnotized crew here soon.
Seven women total coming today.