Masochist Girlfriend No. 5's Fetish Is Bondage Climax♡
For some reason, my ear was itching.
Wondering if someone was talking shit about me, I scratched it with my pinky, then looked across the dim corner of the warehouse at my girlfriend, trussed up in the most idiotic pose imaginable.
"Ha… ha… haaah… ghk… gah… aaaah… ahh… ah……"
"…………"
She was beautiful.
Boyish, sure — but that androgynous edge only made her more striking. Tall, a body built for strength, sharp eyes, short hair that still left just enough softness so she could fawn over a man like me. And like every other girlfriend of mine, the second she got worked up she shed her usual self completely and became someone else entirely.
"Heh… ha… aaah… haah… th… ah… Ju… won… that… mmm… aaaah……"
The kind of beauty who would have been popular even with other girls.
And right now that beauty was frog-tied to the wall, everything but her face vacuum-sealed and hanging there like a package.
"Hey. I knew bondage was your hobby, okay? I got that. But why the hell do you have a whole Western fetish shop's worth of gear lying around?"
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz♡♡♡
"—Hngh?! Ho… hoooh… oh… oh… oegh… eaaaahhh♡♡ Gyaaaaahhh♡♡♡ Ahk♡ Ahk♡ Gahaaaang♡♡♡ Ahk♡ Ah♡ Aaaaahhh♡♡"
The moment I pressed the massager against the stiff, pierced clit standing at attention between her spread thighs, cute little screams spilled out instead of an answer.
"Eheeeeeeeeeee♡ Egehk♡ Ahk♡ Ga♡ Hyak♡ Hyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡"
Clunk-clunk♡ Clunk-clunk♡
She thrashed on pure instinct. It didn't matter.
"Egah♡ Gahaaeungaaaah♡♡ Ha♡ Ha♡ Gyaah♡ Haaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Ehak♡ Neuhehaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡"
Her whole body was sealed inside the vacuum wrap.
Again: Hyeon was hanging with only her neck free of the packaging, arms and legs forced wide, so when I shoved the massager into her crotch she had no choice but to take it straight on the clit.
"Cool face, and yet you're the kind of bitch who gets off on being shrink-wrapped and having her crotch mashed. You were this happy the whole time and still managed to hold it in?"
"Ahaaaaaaah♡ Ahk♡ Ah♡ Aaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Ahk♡ Ehaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Neuhak♡ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡"
"Scratch that. The cool-face thing's cancelled. You're looking real ugly right now, so I can't even call you pretty."
"Eheyiak… ah… aaaah… nehaaaaaaaeuaaaaah♡♡♡♡"
Of course she was. The bondage wasn't just for her body.
Her face got the same treatment. Eyebrow hooks kept her eyes from closing. A mouth spreader forced her jaws wide. Nose hooks turned her into a pig. Every scrap of that usual cool image was thoroughly wrecked — and for the finishing touch, the piercing through her tongue was yanked by a line tied to the choke around her neck, so her tongue lolled out in a pathetic beh~♡. Answering was hard.
"Oh… ah… eheh… eh… ah… aaaaah♡ Ahk… ah… ah… aaaaah… ah♡ Neheaaah♡"
With her face ruined like that, I pressed the massager to her stiff, pierced clit — bzz♡ bzz♡ bzz♡ — on and off, and the reactions kept coming.
Her body jolted even though she knew she couldn't escape. Drool ran from her forcibly opened mouth and around her tongue. Snot dripped. Her eyebrows were hooked open, so tears poured to keep her eyes from drying out, and the closer she got to climax the more her eyeballs rolled up.
Calling it an ahegao would have been too generous. It was just filthy.
"Hey. Don't roll your eyes when you come. Look over here. Come while you're looking at me."
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr♡♡♡♡
"Ugu♡ Oh♡ Eaaaaah♡ Ahk♡ Ah♡ Ju… ni… hiim♡ Ah… aaahk… ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡ Gyaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Ga♡ Gak♡ Ehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡♡"
For all that, she listened well.
While I ground the massager in to force her over the edge, she locked her gaze on me the way she'd been told, eyes trembling.
"Eheeeeeaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡ Ahk♡ Ah… aht… aaaaah♡ Ahk♡ Gyaah♡ Gyak♡ Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡♡"
"Good girl. Come looking at my face. Come, come, come — hurry up. Don't look anywhere else."
"Hueaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡♡"
"Hey. Hey. Ana— you idiot, they're rolling up again. I said look over here!"
"Aaaaah♡♡ Ahk♡ Aaaaaaaaahk♡ Gya♡ Gya♡ Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡♡"
—Splat♡ Splat♡ Fwoosh♡
"Ahk… ga♡ Ah… aaaaah… ahk♡ Hueaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Hak… ha… aaaaah… heokak… kak… kkahuaah… aaaaeuk… heuk… heoak… haaaaeu……!!"
Her round, forced-open eyes strained desperately to keep looking at me. But the closer she got to climax, the harder it became — her gaze jittered like she didn't know where to put it, then finally rolled up as she wailed gehek~♡. Watching that, I understood: Hyeon was just another bitch after all.
"Hak… ga… aaaah♡ Ah… ah… ah… eu… ah… ahaah♡ Ah~♡"
"You flip your eyes the second you come, and then you sit there grinning like you're the only one who got satisfied."
"I… came… so… hard…"
"Hey. How much did you have stored up? You know the wrap's sloshing around with all the juice you dumped in there, right?"
"Yeh… heh… I… know… I… came… so… much… heh… ah… ah… haaah… ah……"
Hyeon looked thoroughly pleased with herself.
That freakish clit thrashing inside the wrap had clearly been jerked enough times that it had grown a decent length; only after climaxing over and over did it finally shrink back down. And as I'd said, the inside was sloshing with her fluids — her whole body looked soaked from the humidity.
—Jingle.
"Beweehk♡ Kek… kehek… kek… huaah… haah… A-are you already… letting me out…"
"…Why?"
"It's a little… not enough…"
I unhooked the line from the piercing through her tongue and the choker, then pushed her tongue back into her mouth. She coughed for a while. After coming that hard, she was already complaining about being released — which I found weird. Any of the other girls would have been panting and begging for a break. She was playing it tough, just like her looks.
"How do you even enjoy yourself when you're alone?"
"I use… handmade timer restraints… cough cough… On a normal day off I set aside about five hours… longer sessions go a full day, sometimes two……"
"…And piss?"
"……I wet the floor."
"…Shit?"
"……Usually I keep a plug in."
She was the real deal.
She really did love bondage that much. I freed her eyelid hooks and nose hooks and dropped her to the floor; she flopped and thrashed like a salmon. The love juices that had run out of the vacuum pack were soaking the ground, so every wet slap made the comparison even stronger.
"Huha…?! H-eu… euuuuu~! Ah… hua… ah!"
"Whoa. Look at you leaking. What is this? You think you're a water cooler?"
"Hu… ga… aaaaah… ha… ahk… aaah…"
"…How is it that not a single one of you is normal."
Even so, Hyeon was crawling across the floor in her bondage gear like she was having the time of her life. I grabbed the idiot by the ankles, folded her arms and legs back, and tied them together.
"Don't move. If you're limping around, following you is going to be a pain in the ass."
"Uht… ah… ah… eu… uaaaaah♡ This… this is its own kind of… agony♡ Uht… ah… euuuuu♡ It feels good… ouht… eu…"
"Want me to pull it tighter like this?"
"Neuheaaah… aht… Y-yeess—♡"
Proper bondage gear — the arms and legs had connecting points that let me almost do the whole thing one-handed. Her back arched, wrists and ankles gathered behind her and bound like a package; it went past funny into pathetic. Just lifting her by the bound wrists and ankles would have made kidnapping her trivial. Conveniently, I needed to cum, so I spun her around and borrowed her pussy.
"Ah… uu… euuuuung~?! Cock… first cock in months… uu… eu… ouuuueuuuu…!!"
Oh. Tight.
Harin and Cash had pussies tailored for me. Euna was loose. Yuna's body was always changing so the feel was never the same. This one was a trained pussy — the urge to cum hit immediately. Her body clearly remembered being used over and over, but even accounting for that, factoring in my size, she was still tight.
Schlick♡ Schlick♡ Schliiiick~♡
"Uu… uu… th-that… kkeuh… uu♡ I've been slacking on the stretching lately… gah… eu… euuuu…"
"You stretch too, huh."
"N-yeh♡ Ass training's one thing♡ but I work out normally too, so if I don't keep it loosened it gets… difficult♡ I-uu… euuuung… eu♡"
So that was why her pussy was like this.
"S-so… that thing… that one over there… if you want to cum… you can loosen me up with that…!!"
"……?"
Hyeon jerked her chin toward the tool rack at the far end. Amid the lined-up equipment, one thing stood out.
…A power drill?
Instead of a bit, a round plate was fixed to the end, studded with a forest of bumpy, tentacle-like nubs. When I hit the button experimentally it spun with a proper viiiiiiii~! — and between the plate and those protrusions, I had a pretty good idea what it was for.
"Handmade?"
"Yes… my secret masturbation tool… When the urge builds up and I grind my clit on that… even I can't last…"
Viiiiiiing… viiiiiiiiing…
……Yeah. It looked the part.
Mashing a clit with something that grotesque would leave her in far worse shape than half-assed massager vibrations.
"Hu… hua… ha… ah… eu… aaaah… ah…… uu… euuuuung………"
Unable to close her legs, still thoroughly restrained, Hyeon stared at it and drooled. When I bent over her again, pushed back inside, and set the modified power drill against her clit in that position, she looked just as delighted.
If I made her cum from her clit like this, her walls would wriggle — and I'd probably cum right along with her…
Sure enough.
"Ah… uu… euuuu~?!"
Viiiiiiiiing——sviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit♡♡♡♡♡♡
"Agahaaaaaaaaaaaaaah♡♡♡ Aaaaaaaah♡♡ Hhak♡ Ah♡ Ahk♡ Ahk♡ Ah♡ Aaaaaaaaaaaaahk♡♡♡♡"
It was lethal.
Every time the drill crushed and spun and stabbed her clit to death, her pussy convulsed like I was using an automatic onahole.
"Euuggeugeugeugeugogogo♡♡♡ Ooooooouuooooooooaaaaaah♡♡♡♡♡"
And on top of that, the sweetest screams came free with the package.
I didn't care what it cost Hyeon. I had a feeling this play was going to get addictive.