The First Slave's Oath
"Aah... baby, do every filthy thing you want to me..."
The suggestion had worked perfectly.
The instant those words left her mouth I pried the proprietress's lips apart and started greedily sucking the tongue and spit out of her. No sweet, respectful kiss that gently leads a woman along — that kind of thing only spoils them. You have to make a woman properly feel a man's strength and violence. That's when they follow you with joy.
"Mmh... nnh. Aah, baby..."
She must have been starving for a kiss this ravenous. She threw her arms around my neck and clung to me like her life depended on it. We smeared each other's faces with spit and rubbed our cheeks together, savoring the stickiness. This is what a kiss is.
"You're so handsome, baby."
"You're delicious."
I slipped into talking down to her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Far from bristling at the condescension, her wet eyes actually shone. She was taking it gladly.
"Thank you."
"What's your name?"
"Park Eunjeong..."
"Park Eunjeong...? Pretty and delicious, just like your name."
I felt her body give a little shiver at the word delicious.
"Want something even tastier?"
"...Yes."
Park Eunjeong smiled bashfully, her face gone sultry and soft.
"It's down there. Take it out and eat it."
"Ahh...!"
The second permission dropped, Eunjeong hit her knees in front of me as fast as a dog that's been kept from its food and then suddenly told it can eat. Her hands fumbled frantically at my belt and yanked my pants down. My cock strained the fabric of my briefs, announcing itself — and with slightly trembling fingers she slowly peeled them away. The underwear hit the floor. Freed from confinement, my cock sprang up and pointed straight at her face. Park Eunjeong's eyes locked onto the head. The look that crossed her features was pure rapture, the joy of finally seeing something she had been craving.
"Don't use your hands. Just put your mouth on the tip and suck out whatever comes out."
A bead of clear pre-cum had gathered at the tip and was stretching slowly downward. Park Eunjeong stuck out her tongue with the care of someone receiving a precious elixir and caught the dripping strand. She worked her way up little by little until her tongue swept the underside of my cockhead, then slowly pursed her lips and, with a wet little smack, sucked the pre-cum off the tip with real force.
"Nngh...!"
I let out a satisfied groan at that sweet sensation. When I looked down to praise her, Eunjeong was just swallowing what was in her mouth, gazing up at me with a proud, shining face.
"Is it tasty?"
"Yes..."
"Good girl. Now lick the sides like you're playing a harmonica."
Park Eunjeong did exactly as she was told, turning her head and rubbing the shaft of my cock with her lips and tongue. Her spit coated the skin, and with her mouth working the sides, more and more blood rushed into the head until it swelled even thicker.
"Sweep up from the bottom with your tongue."
She dropped her head, stuck her tongue out long, and lapped at the underside of my cock like a dog. Every pass of that tongue spread a coat of hot, sticky spit that felt incredible.
"I want to eat it..."
After thoroughly licking every inch of my cock for a long while, she looked up at me with pleading eyes and said that. I noticed she'd already started fondling her own breasts and the space between her legs with both hands. So that was the scent I'd been catching.
"You want to suck it?"
"Yes...!"
Park Eunjeong even nodded as she answered.
"Then take everything off up top."
"Yes."
Eunjeong hurriedly pulled off her blouse and tossed it onto the sofa. Then she unhooked her bra as well, revealing a pair of decently sized, full breasts. She turned those heavy tits toward me, the nipples standing stiff at the tips. As expected of a married woman — her nipples were dark and nicely thick.
"Good girl. You want to suck it?"
"Yes... I want to suck it..."
She was even acting coy. A married woman nine years older than me, on her knees in front of me, putting on a cute little act so I'd let her suck my cock... How could that not get me hard?
"What? What do you want to suck?"
She knew exactly what I was after. That was why she answered with an even more pitiful look on her face.
"Your cock... I want to suck your cock, baby..."
"Heh. But Eunjeong. If you suck this, you'll have to throw away your husband and kids..."
"Ahh...!"
She was in agony. What little reason and conscience she had left must have been tearing at her. But rather than simply crushing that resistance with the power of suggestion, I wanted her to wreck herself to some degree on her own. That would be more fun.
"If you suck my cock, you'll have to be my woman forever from now on. And to do that, you'll have to throw away your husband and kids. Right?"
"...."
Even she had to admit that made sense.
"Whenever I want you, you have to come running. And whenever I want it, you have to spread your pussy for me."
I was only stating the terms, but those words would lodge themselves in Park Eunjeong like a suggestion of their own.
"And from now on, you must never love your husband. Just pretend to love him. Same with your kids. Whenever I want, you have to abandon your entire family, come running to me, and offer up your pussy... Understand?"
A pained look crossed her face.
"You... have to become my slave. A sex slave who obeys my every command without question."
"Ahh...!"
Maybe the words sex slave were the finishing blow. Eunjeong's mouth fell open and a hot breath spilled out of her. That breath brushed across my cockhead like a caress, and it grew even stiffer. I must have gotten excited saying those things too — another strand of pre-cum leaked from the tip and stretched downward in a thick drip. To this woman, it must have looked like sacred nectar she was dying to suck down.
"I'm not forcing you. You decide for yourself."
I dangled my cock in front of her eyes, making it impossible for her to think straight. Every time I bobbed it up and down, the pre-cum clinging to the tip swayed this way and that.
"If you're going to live as my sex slave until the day you die, and obey my every command absolutely... then suck."
One.
Two.
Three.
Exactly three seconds passed. Then, with a face twisted in agony and torment, Eunjeong opened her mouth and began to take my cock inside. Her hot tongue and the roof of her mouth wrapped around the head, creating friction as she swallowed it deeper and deeper toward the base.
I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Unintentionally, I'd turned Park Eunjeong into a sex slave before Jeong Sangmi — but the order didn't matter. As long as I raised them all into attractive, delicious sex slaves, that was enough.
"Mmph. Mmph. Mm!"
Park Eunjeong sucked my cock with a ferocity like a person dying of thirst latched onto a water bottle, like a starving infant sucking at its mother's nipple. She was thrusting her head back and forth so hard that the head of my cock must have been jabbing her uvula painfully, but she didn't care in the slightest. By abusing herself like that, she completely shattered what remained of her reason and conscience, then scattered the pieces to nothing.
I looked down at her as she now sucked my cock without a shred of hesitation, showing off a married woman's skill, and slowly picked up my phone.
A stretch of time after the first wave of pleasure had settled somewhat.
No — I was the only one who'd settled down. Eunjeong was even more worked up than before. Enough that the whole room was thick with the smell of a female's pussy.
I focused the camera, and there she was: sitting on the sofa against the opposite wall, her back against the cushions, both legs lifted and spread wide.
"Start."
At my word, she began reciting the lines she'd prepared. At last... she was swearing, of her own will, to become a sex slave.
The camera closed in on Eunjeong's face. Her flushed, reddened skin and the beads of sweat standing out on it made her arousal abundantly clear.
I slowly lowered the camera, filming Eunjeong's breasts and her hardened nipples. Then I went lower still, closing in on the only clothing she still wore — her panties.
The thin fabric was already soaked through. The sticky stain had spread past the crotch, thoroughly wetting the dark patch of pubic hair in front and the cleft of her ass in back, making both visible through the cloth. A fishy, almost cheese-like intimate smell had leaked out through the panties enough to fill the entire room.
I flicked my hand, gesturing for her to do the next part.
Park Eunjeong, still sitting back against the sofa with both legs lifted and spread wide, grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them down toward her thighs. She didn't take them all the way off — she left them stretched between the backs of her knees and her groin. Then I started closing the camera in on the place she could never show anyone else.
Sparse pubic hair. A shame there wasn't more of it. But the flesh revealed beneath was thick, and I liked that. The split folds, already swollen with arousal, could no longer hide the shameful parts inside — they had bloomed wide open. And when I had her spread herself with both fingers, the red inner meat opened and a watery gush of love juice ran past her anus and trickled down the cleft of her ass.
That stuff is delicious when you suck it up — what a waste. But there'd be plenty more from here on, and whatever soaked into the sofa I planned to make Eunjeong — the shop owner herself — lick up like a dog.
"Master, please look at Park Eunjeong's smelly, filthy pussy..."