What a Guardian Is
Ha-yoon held her breath and wrote her name in the applicant line.
Saturday night, eight o'clock, the kennel lobby. The Admission Agreement lay spread open on the Owner's desk beside the old hotel front counter, and Ha-yoon sat in the chair before it, gripping her H.Y.S. fountain pen. Beneath her dress, the crotch of her panties was already soaked with her own wetness.
It was the name she had only ever rolled around inside her mouth, last Saturday in the interview room. The name that would end that night if she spoke it aloud here — Ha-yoon pressed it onto the paper, stroke by careful stroke. Hotter than the fingertips writing her name was the cunt pressed against the chair.
Above her signature, the nine lines of NGs she had written stood unchanged, not a single word altered. The word "penetration" at the very top was still there. Through the whole week of the cooling-off period, what Ha-yoon had called to mind every day was what she had murmured to herself that day — that she had written it too soon.
Ha-yoon passed the pen sideways. Jae-hyuk took it and moved the nib to the very last field.
Jae-hyuk's hand paused above the blank. Ha-yoon lifted her eyes from the stalled nib to the Owner.
"Is the guardian's signature just this once?"
The Owner was looking not at the paperwork but at Jae-hyuk's hand.
"There's one document for every stage you move up. Each time, we take the guardian's signature."
"Do those documents have a seven-day cooling-off period too?"
"Yes. Seven days, every time."
Jae-hyuk's nib moved. The strokes were slow. Ha-yoon watched Jae-hyuk's name appear, letter by letter, beneath her own. With each finished letter, her nipples hardened inside her dress.
Jae-hyuk capped the pen and slipped it into the inside pocket of his jacket.
From the desk drawer the Owner took a single black card and set it in front of Jae-hyuk. White letters stamped a lone code: P-27. Jae-hyuk slid the membership card into his wallet.
Maybe it meant twenty-six numbers had come before this one — Ha-yoon was still counting when her fingertips went cold. Those twenty-six, for all she knew, might have stripped in this very lobby too, presenting their breasts and cunts.
Soo-rin came out from behind the front counter carrying a plastic basket and set it down at Ha-yoon's feet. "Take it off."
Ha-yoon rose from the chair. As she stood, the wet crotch of her panties clung cold to her cunt. The lamp above the front counter lit the middle of the lobby; beyond the terrace door's glass, the back yard was pitch-black.
She undid the buttons of her shirt dress from the top. When the dress slid from her shoulders, her bra-wrapped breasts came into view. Out of habit, Ha-yoon began to fold the dress in half.
"Don't fold it. Put it in."
Ha-yoon dropped the half-folded dress into the basket. When she unhooked her bra, her nipples met the lobby's cool air. As she dragged her panties down, a thin thread of her wetness trailed from the crotch, stretched, and snapped.
Jae-hyuk watched the thread. The Owner, across the desk, was watching her bare ankles. Ha-yoon removed her heels and set them side by side next to the basket. Standing on the tile, even the hair of her cunt lay bare beneath the light.
Jae-hyuk drew something from the outer pocket of his jacket. Red leather gleamed under the light. It was the collar that should have been in the nightstand drawer of their Yeonhui-dong bedroom.
At the mere sight of that color, the nape of her neck was the first to catch fire. From their second year of marriage on, every night that collar touched her throat, her pussy had gone wet. Jae-hyuk moved behind her and swept her long hair over one shoulder. The cold leather touched the front of her throat.
In the corner of Ha-yoon's eye, Soo-rin's hand appeared and closed around Jae-hyuk's wrist.
"That's a toy."
Jae-hyuk's fingers, mid-buckle at the back of her neck, stopped. Soo-rin drew the collar out and held it up to the light. The edges of the leather were curved to the shape of Ha-yoon's neck.
"Save it for when you play at home."
Soo-rin laid the collar back onto Jae-hyuk's palm. He stood holding it for a long moment before tucking it into his jacket pocket. The bare nape where the leather had touched and gone felt empty, and her exposed nipples still stood stiff.
The Owner set a black leather collar down on the desk. A buckle at the back; from the ring at the front, a thin stainless-steel chain, ending in a leather handle. Beside the ring hung a single silver plate.
Soo-rin picked up the collar and raised the silver plate to Ha-yoon's eye level. She showed the front, then turned it over with a fingertip and showed the back.
P-27 / Guardian Min Jae-hyuk
Ha-yoon looked at the two sides for a long time. Her name was nowhere on it. The front held a number; the back, only Jae-hyuk's name. While she read those two sides, the space between her bare labia grew hot.
Soo-rin looped the collar around Ha-yoon's neck and buckled it at the nape. Stepping close to fasten it, the chest of her work uniform brushed Ha-yoon's breasts. She pushed two fingers between collar and throat; the joints pressed hard into the flesh above Ha-yoon's collarbone, then slipped out.
"Two fingers fit. Tell me if it's too tight."
The ID tag settled into the hollow between her collarbones. When Soo-rin released the handle, the chain slid down between Ha-yoon's breasts and dropped to the tile, handle and all. With a smack, the leather struck the floor.
"Hands down."
Ha-yoon knelt first, then planted her palms. The tile was cold. On all fours, her breasts hung heavy beneath her and the ID tag swayed under her throat. The handle lay on the tile between her planted hands.
Soo-rin jerked her chin toward Jae-hyuk. "Guardian, the leash — the dog brings it to you."
Jae-hyuk bent at the waist, then stopped. Ha-yoon looked down at the leather handle between her hands. She remembered what Soo-rin had said before — if she was to carry it, she was to take the end of the leash in her teeth and bring it over.
Taking leather into a human mouth frightened her. The instant her teeth touched it, she would become the same as the twenty-six who had come before. Ha-yoon lowered her head and took the handle in her teeth. Beneath her bowed face her hanging breasts swayed; the leather smelled of metal and of the grime of some unknown hand.
Turning on her knees toward Jae-hyuk, Ha-yoon lifted her chin and offered the handle up. As her chin rose, her back dipped, her ass lifted, and between her spread thighs her wet cunt opened to the air behind her.
Jae-hyuk took the handle. The leather, freed from between her teeth, glistened with her saliva. Holding it in his palm, he parted his lips, then closed them.
The Owner came around the desk and stood in front of Ha-yoon. A black shoe toe filled her vision.
"The rules are read only once."
Ha-yoon did not close her knees. Jae-hyuk stepped aside next to the Owner and took the leash; the chain hung slack from beneath her chin to his hand.
"Inside the kennel you don't stand on two legs. Only on the stairs and at the bathroom threshold does a trainer steady you from the side."
The cold of the tile had soaked into her kneecaps. At least the examination table had had a rubber pad.
"Your answer is 'Yes.' Other than that, you only bark. You may say your real name at any time."
Ha-yoon kept her mouth shut. The mouth that had once haggled over clauses could now produce only two sounds.
"You eat and drink from a bowl."
The stainless bowl beside the showroom stage rose in her mind. The high ring of Mio's stream of piss striking the bottom of the empty bowl, one leg raised. Her stomach turned — and then her cunt tightened.
"You don't come without permission."
Last Saturday, Ha-yoon had come down off the examination table without once tipping over the edge. The clit that had throbbed all that night throbbed again between her spread thighs. She swallowed.
"Homework for outside comes by text from your trainer. That, you may refuse."
There the Owner stopped. The shoe toe did not move. Soo-rin crouched down beside Ha-yoon's ass; her cunt, beneath it, sat at Soo-rin's eye level.
"Answer."
"Yes."
It frightened Ha-yoon, how short the word was that came out of her own mouth.
"Stairs."
Ha-yoon crawled on all fours to the stairs at the end of the lobby. Soo-rin took her by the elbow and raised her upright. Jae-hyuk reached for her other elbow, then withdrew his hand when he saw Soo-rin's already there. Only the leash remained in his hand, trailing behind her.
On the stairs down to the basement, her bared breasts swayed with each step she took. The ID tag tapped against her collarbone. At the bottom, Soo-rin pressed her shoulders down, and Ha-yoon put her hands back on the floor.
This time the floor beneath her knees was rubber. Warmer than the tile, its surface finely pebbled, scraping at her kneecaps. The cunt that had cooled on the stairs grew hot again.
A wide rubber mat covered the center of the training hall, and on it a large circle had been drawn in white. The same circle where, two Saturdays ago, Mio had circled behind the waiting-room glass, her nipple rings glinting.
Two men sat on a bench against the wall. The left one was fifty-odd, silver cufflinks at his gray suit sleeves; the right one forty-odd, with a mustache. The Owner stood beside the door they had entered by, outside the circle.
Ha-yoon was naked; the two men still wore their ties. The silver-cufflinks man's gaze traveled from her hanging breasts down between her spread thighs.
Soo-rin stepped to the inside of the circle and spoke to Jae-hyuk. "Guardian, take one lap. The dog walks at your left knee."
Jae-hyuk coiled the leash in his grip and looked down at Ha-yoon. "Okay?"
Ha-yoon nodded.
Jae-hyuk set off. His was a human stride. By the time Ha-yoon had planted palms and knees and started forward, he was already two steps ahead. Scrambling to catch up, her breasts swung front to back.
The leash went taut and the buckle at her nape jerked. The ID tag cracked against her collarbone. Ha-yoon nearly pitched forward on her face. Her elbow buckled and a nipple grazed the mat; she caught herself on her palms.
Jae-hyuk stopped and slackened the leash. He walked again; it pulled again. Her knees dragged across the mat after him. In the tangle of steps her thighs fell open and her cunt showed plainly toward the bench, and she hurried her hands back down.
Soo-rin spoke from inside the circle, arms crossed. "Guardian, pull like that and the dog learns to ignore you."
"Yes. Understood."
This time Jae-hyuk held the handle loosely. The leash hung in a loop beneath Ha-yoon's throat, dragging on the mat. Not knowing where to go, she fixed her eyes on the backs of his shoes. The slack chain brushed the tips of her nipples as it swayed past.
Ha-yoon reached far with one four-legged stride. Then again. When she drew half a step past his left knee, the slack leash went taut from the collar ring.
The collar's leather caught above her collarbone, and Jae-hyuk's hand came trailing off the end of the leash. Ha-yoon did not slow down.
"In the guardian's hand, the leash is a toy."
It was the Owner, beside the door outside the circle. The voice was low, without a trace of humor.
The two men on the bench laughed. The mustache slapped his knee and laughed out loud; the silver cufflinks only curled the corner of his mouth. The mustache added, "That right there is a question of who's walking whom."
Ha-yoon's face burned.
Still, for the whole lap the leash stayed taut on Ha-yoon's end. With every dragging step on all fours, the wetness leaking from her cunt slicked down her thighs.
When the lap ended, Soo-rin raised a palm at the center of the circle. "That's enough."
Soo-rin took the handle from Jae-hyuk's hand, and the chain swayed beneath Ha-yoon's breasts. "I'll hold the leash. Guardian, you'll want both hands."
Jae-hyuk took off his jacket and folded it on the floor outside the circle — the jacket with the collar, the fountain pen, and the membership card in its pockets. Soo-rin pointed her chin at the middle of the mat. "Head toward the bench."
Ha-yoon turned her body on all fours. Her head faced the two men on the bench; her ass, the Owner by the door. Soo-rin crouched beside her left shoulder, holding the leash short. Jae-hyuk moved behind her and knelt on the mat.
Before she was told, Ha-yoon raised her ass. Between the lifted cheeks, her wet cunt opened toward Jae-hyuk.
"More ass, Attorney."
At Soo-rin's words, Ha-yoon spread her knees a little wider and dipped her spine. Her ass rose higher still. Her cunt opened toward Jae-hyuk's knees, and past them, toward the Owner by the door. Whether he was looking at that, or at her knees, she couldn't tell with him behind her.
Behind her came the sound of a belt coming undone, of a zipper going down. Jae-hyuk's two hands closed on her ass. The head of his cock traced between her labia, caught at her entrance — and this time he drove in, in one stroke, to the depths of her cunt.
The breath left Ha-yoon's mouth. Jae-hyuk began fucking fast right away. The slap of flesh on flesh spread through the wide training hall. Pushed forward with each thrust, Ha-yoon looked up at the two men on the bench.
"Head down. Don't look at the owners' faces."
Ha-yoon lowered her head. Long hair spilled between her planted hands and swept the mat. Her hanging breasts swayed before her eyes, the ID tag swinging beneath her throat. Through the curtain of her hair she caught the four shoes beneath the bench.
Jae-hyuk's cock moved in and out fast. Every time his lower belly struck her ass, the inside of her cunt seared — but before she could clench down and hold him, he was already out again.
Beside her left shoulder, Soo-rin's voice rose toward Jae-hyuk. "Guardian, too fast. The dog's cunt has no chance to keep up."
Jae-hyuk's hips stopped. Then, as Soo-rin had said, they slowed. The cock drew slowly back until it hung at her entrance, then pushed slowly in again, all the way to the end of her cunt.
That slowness seized Ha-yoon. Following the retreating cock, she pushed her ass back without meaning to. As it withdrew she felt her cunt emptying inch by inch; when it filled her, the thick base stretched her entrance to its limit. Her cunt clenched and opened in time with the slow beat.
A voice came from the left end of the bench. The silver cufflinks. "The husband's learning from the trainer."
The mustache snorted through his nose and picked up the thread. "Look at her throwing that ass back. Chasing the cock that's pulling out with her cunt."
Ha-yoon froze her pushing hips mid-motion. On the next thrust, her body slid back again all on its own.
Jae-hyuk's hands on her ass flinched once. Even so, he did not speed up. He kept exactly the rhythm Soo-rin had set — slow, and deep.
Soo-rin laid her palm on the small of Ha-yoon's back and pressed down, steady. Her back dipped further, her ass tilting up toward Jae-hyuk. The slow cock changed its angle and pressed deep inside her cunt.
"Just take it. However the guardian fucks you."
Ha-yoon's palms on the mat grew slick with sweat. With each beat of the slow cock touching the end of her, something hot gathered deep in her belly. She was right at the edge.
Soo-rin's mouth drew so close it nearly touched Ha-yoon's ear. The short-held leash was taut in her left hand; the ID tag trembled beneath her throat.
"You know you can't go without permission."
Ha-yoon pressed her lower lip between her teeth. Jae-hyuk kept thrusting.
The slow cock sank to the end of her cunt once more, then withdrew. Ha-yoon bore down harder with her teeth. Her thighs shook, and the wetness overflowing her entrance ran down toward her clit.
Ha-yoon lifted the head she had been told to keep down. With the cock still buried in her, she turned her face to the left. Soo-rin's crouched face was close. Lips sealed, Ha-yoon looked only into her eyes.
Soo-rin studied her eyes for a long moment, then opened her mouth. "Come."
Ha-yoon went over. Her head, flung toward Soo-rin, tipped back, and the short leash stretched taut to its limit. The ID tag bounced above her collarbone; her back bent like a bow, her breasts lifting.
Her spread knees spread wider on the mat. Her cunt clamped down on Jae-hyuk's buried cock and let go, again and again. A long moan tore from Ha-yoon's mouth and struck the training hall's walls.
Inside that grip, Jae-hyuk hauled her ass onto him with both hands and went rigid. He swallowed a breath. Hot cum spread from the head of his cock, buried deep in her cunt.
Ha-yoon trembled with her arms outstretched. While the trembling ebbed, Jae-hyuk stayed buried and still. His hands on her ass went slack for a moment, then seized the flesh again.
Jae-hyuk pulled out. The cum pooled inside her cunt welled out, ran down the inside of her left thigh, reached her knee, and spread across the mat.
Behind her came the sound of Jae-hyuk settling his trousers. Soo-rin rose and held out the leash handle she had been keeping short. "Your leash, Guardian."
Across Ha-yoon's flank, Soo-rin pressed the handle into Jae-hyuk's palm and let go before his fingers had closed around it. Then she looked down at Ha-yoon. "Stay."
Ha-yoon waited on all fours. Beneath her kneecaps, the pebbled imprint of the mat deepened. The training hall's air drifted coolly in and out of her unclosed entrance.
Jae-hyuk came to stand at Ha-yoon's left, in the spot Soo-rin had left. She turned her head a little and looked at his hand. The handle hung from his fingertips. The chain lay slack along the mat, all the way to her collar ring.
In this hand, the leash goes slack.
Behind her, by the door, the Owner spoke. The same slow, low voice. "Next time, might I try holding the leash myself, Guardian?"
Jae-hyuk did not answer. The fingers around the handle tightened. He looked down at Ha-yoon.
Ha-yoon looked up at him. Jae-hyuk's cum was running down the inside of her thigh, and at her throat hung the ID tag engraved with his name.
Ha-yoon nodded.