A Bitch's Name, and Her Dedicated Muzzle
"Heh heh heh. You did so well, Jiseon. The video came out beautifully, too."
It really was a video worth every second of footage. A pussy-yogurt tasting... The sight of it alone was something else, but the wet, sucking sounds of her drinking it down were what truly made my skin crawl with heat.
I stopped the recording and stepped toward Jiseon, drawing her throat in toward me. She'd done as she was told, so it was time for her reward. Praise could make a whale dance—and turn a perfectly ordinary married woman into a pervert.
"You did so well. Shall I give you a prize? Stick out your tongue. I want a taste of that pussy yogurt you made."
Already burning with heat, Lee Jiseon looked up at me with eyes full of lust, parted her lips, and let her tongue slide out long and slow. She seemed wildly aroused by the sheer indecency of what she'd just done—sucking her own panties clean and swallowing her own juices. Every time she panted, a hot breath rolled from her mouth, carrying that filthy, briny scent she'd just swallowed straight into my nose.
"Mm... that's the smell..."
Drunk on the mingled scent of her saliva and pussy juice, I couldn't help pressing my nose against that soft tongue and rubbing it there. I wanted to feel it more directly. Jiseon kept her tongue spread wide so I could nuzzle it as much as I pleased, and once I'd drawn in a full lungful of that mucus cocktail, I dragged my own tongue across hers.
The smell was good. The taste on my tongue was even better. There was a subtle difference between the way those particles of pussy juice soaked into the lining of my nose and reached my olfactory cells, and the way they melted across my tongue and hit my taste buds. I lost myself in that unique, filthy, briny flavor, taking her tongue into my mouth and sucking it greedily, the way you'd suck a fat nipple. Jiseon's eyes went hazy as she offered up her saliva without holding anything back.
Once I'd sucked her tongue enough, she sealed her lips over mine and sucked hard. We drank the spit left in each other's mouths as if we were competing, savoring every drop.
"Pwah...!"
When we finally pulled apart, we both had to gasp for the air we'd been missing. Even then, Lee Jiseon leaned in, sucked up a long strand of spit trailing down my chin, and gave me a bashful little smile.
"It's delicious... Minha."
"You're delicious too, Jiseon. Maybe it's the mix of spit and pussy juice... I bet this would taste amazing as ice cream."
"Hee hee hee. Ice cream... thank you."
Now that we'd thoroughly savored each other's saliva, it was time for today's main mission. I bent down and picked up the dog collar and leash I'd left on the floor.
"Alright... now then..."
I unfastened the red dog collar as I spoke to her.
"Shall we put this on?"
Jiseon showed not the slightest hint of refusal. She simply stood there, quiet and still, waiting for me to fasten the dog collar around her own neck. It was the look of a woman accepting her fate as a bitch of her own free will.
"Once this goes on, you'll be a bitch, Jiseon. Are you all right with that?"
She hesitated for a moment, then answered with a shy smile.
"If I'm your bitch, Minha... I want to be..."
"Heh heh heh. Of course. You'll be my bitch and mine alone. To your family, and to everyone else, you still have to be as pretty and beautiful and intelligent and proud as you are right now. Understood?"
Jiseon smiled even brighter and nodded.
"Yes, Minha..."
"Then I'll put it on you."
"When I wear this... um... when I answer, do I have to go woof-woof...?"
She asked with a face caught between worry and curiosity. Plenty of porn videos and dirty stories had scenes like that. But I wasn't into it.
"No. I like it better when you talk like a person. I want to have conversations with you, too. Well—there are a few things you'll have to do like a dog. Heh."
"Okay. I understand. Then while I'm wearing this, I'll call you Master."
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me. I couldn't tell whether it was vitality or some perverted hunger shining through. The one thing I was sure of was that these were the eyes of a woman who loved me.
"I like that. Heh. Then... here it goes."
"Yes... Master."
Lee Jiseon stood perfectly still, waiting quietly until I had fastened the dog collar around her neck.
Click.
Once the collar was on and I'd clipped the long leash to the ring, a strange feeling washed over me. It genuinely felt as if I now owned one very large bitch. If the man holding the leash felt like this, what was the woman wearing it feeling?
Sure enough... Lee Jiseon was wildly aroused. She looked up at me with a flushed, excited expression. On an ordinary woman, this would have been an unspeakable humiliation, a degradation of her very humanity. On Jiseon, it had clearly registered as a new kind of perverted game—the taste of a delicious, filthy fall from grace.
"So... how does it feel, Jiseon?"
"I... I've become a bitch, Master Minha. Your bitch... aah."
Even as she said it, a shiver ran through her, her whole body trembling with excitement. A completely naked female body wearing nothing but black band stockings. Her lower half was a harmony of black stockings and black pussy hair; her upper half, red lips and red nipples, set off by that bright-red dog collar and leash. It was an intensely erotic kind of beauty...!
This was the kind of thing that had to be preserved in photos and video.
I picked up my phone and switched the camera back on—and a fun idea suddenly occurred to me.
"Oh, right, Jiseon... shall I give you a separate name, as a bitch?"
"As a bitch... what kind of name...?"
"A pet name, you know. A pet name. Heh heh heh. A cute little nickname I only use when we're playing like this. How about it?"
"Yes...! Please give me one, Master...!"
She was embarrassed, and she was enjoying the embarrassment itself. A woman this full of sexual curiosity and desire—how stifling must her life have been until now...?
"A name, huh... hmm... what should I name my bitch..."
I thought it over. If I was going to give her a name, I wanted it to mean something—something good. Jiseon waited, watching me with expectant eyes.
"Mm.... Ah! This is perfect!"
"What is it, Master...?"
"Bitch Pussy! You're a bitch, so—Bitch Pussy. How's that?"
"Aahh..."
Lee Jiseon's moist lips parted slightly. Proof that a rush of heat had surged up from below. A married woman who, upon learning she had fallen and degraded into nothing more than a bitch pussy, felt not despair but a jolt of sexual stimulation.
"It's good, right?"
"...Master, you really..."
Unable to hide the flush spreading across her face, Lee Jiseon stole a sidelong glance at me and went on.
"You know exactly how to play with a woman..."
"Hahaha. Do I?"
"Yes..."
"Then introduce yourself by your new name. I'm going to record it."
I hit the record button with a soft beep and turned the camera on Jiseon. From her toes wrapped in black stockings, up along her pale groin and black pussy hair. Her sunken navel and firm breasts. Her pink nipples. The bright-red dog collar... and her face, flushed scarlet with shame.
"Hello... I'm..."
Jiseon swallowed dryly, as if her nerves had caught up with her, and pressed on.
"As of today, I am Master Minha's bitch... Bitch... Pussy...."
She trailed off at the end, a little embarrassed, and gave a tiny smile. Even that was adorable. In hardcore porn, this was the part where they'd slap her across the face and bark at her to say it properly. I much preferred this softer approach.
"What did you say your name was?"
"...Bi... Bitch Pussy...!"
"Heh heh heh."
"Aah..."
I even captured the way she finally covered her face with both hands, not knowing what to do with herself.
And just like that, I had myself a married-woman bitch: Bitch Pussy. She was, in a sense, the alter ego of Lee Jiseon, the married woman who loved me so eagerly. I was starting to understand why celebrities were so into playing around with alter egos these days. This... this was exactly the flavor they were after.
And yet the feeling was genuinely strange. It was a rare, peculiar kind of thrill I'd never felt even when I was turning women into sex slaves and handling them roughly. The feeling of making a mature adult woman stand naked, declare herself a bitch of her own accord, then fastening a dog collar around her neck and leading her around. An enormous sense of transgression sat in front of my feet like a great threshold—the feeling of doing something a person simply should not do.
Of course... that didn't mean I wasn't going to cross it. And if I was going to cross it, I might as well cross it in the hottest, most entertaining way possible.
"Well then, Bitch Pussy—you're a bitch, so you'll need to practice wearing a muzzle when we go outside, won't you? I'll put one on you~"
I plucked the panties from Jiseon's hand. For all how diligently she'd sucked them clean, the fabric itself was still damp with the pussy juice and spit that had soaked into it. I spread the panties wide and pulled them over Lee Jiseon's face like a mask.
It was that thing only the most hardcore Japanese perverts did: wearing a woman's filthy, used panties as a mask. The thought of doing it myself would have been plenty arousing—but making Lee Jiseon wear her own panties as a mask lit a far more perverted fire in me.
Jiseon was startled, but like the excellent bitch she was, she waited quietly while I draped the panties over her face. I lined up the crotch so it sat precisely over her nose and mouth, then hooked the rest over her forehead, her chin, and her ears, fixing it in place just like a real mask. It was milder now, since she'd sucked them so thoroughly clean—but if they'd been thoroughly soiled... she'd have no choice but to breathe in the smell of her own pussy broth with every inhale...!
"How is it? The muzzle I made for you? Heh heh heh."
She had the small, delicate face of a beauty, so the panties covered nearly all of it. Only her glittering eyes, visible through the leg holes, gave away how wildly aroused she was.
"Aahng... thank... you, Master..."